But now, his qi cultivation had almost been sacrificed at an alter for the sake of his vastly improved body.
Before, his Meridians had been of the Third Grade, but now they were of the First Grade. His muscle fibers had become like threaded steel cords, brimming with explosiveness and power. In addition, he could faintly feel that his Mind's Eye was more sensitive than it had been.
Any cultivation he did now would take a fraction of the time it took before!
This pill truly had miraculous effects, but the price for receiving such benefits was steep as well. If one wanted to improve their talent with this method, just how long would an untalented person take to reach the Celestial Realm? And even if they did, would they have as much qi to sacrifice as Pjisel who was a Fourth Order genius despite the circumstances of his upbringing?
Pjisel's eyes lit up with excitement, bowing his head once more, he spoke with pure happiness.
"Thank you master!"
