Mao Liu Qi's eyes widened as he processed the sudden influx of information. One moment, he was walking down a bustling street, and the next, he was sitting on a throne in a strange, new world. The memories of his past life were hazy, but the pain of being hit by a truck still lingered.
As he struggled to make sense of his surroundings, a desperate cry for help echoed in his mind. "Elder Mao Liu Qi, please help us! Our clan is under attack by a pack of Blood Fang Wolves!" The urgency in the voice was palpable, and Mao Liu Qi's instincts kicked in.
A system appeared in front of his eyes, stating that if he helps the Mao Clan defeat the Blood Fang Wolves, he will obtain 500 points. These points can be exchanged for powerful techniques and pills.
Mao Liu Qi's eyes sparkled with excitement as he muttered to himself, "I'm reincarnated in a world with a system!" The possibilities seemed endless, and he couldn't wait to explore this new reality.
With a determined look, Mao Liu Qi stood up from the throne, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. "Let's do this!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the halls of the Mao Clan's ancestral mansion.
Mao Liu Qi's appearance was a blend of ruggedness and refinement, with a lean and athletic build, broad shoulders, and chiseled features. His deep, piercing brown eyes seemed to bore into those he looked at, while his thin lips were pressed together in a determined line. A wild tangle of black locks often fell across his forehead, framing his face. He wore a traditional Southern Region attire, consisting of a flowing white robe with intricate, silver embroidery that depicted the Mao Clan's crest.
Mao Liu Qi charged into battle, his heart racing with anticipation. But as he faced the Blood Fang Wolves, his courage faltered.
The wolves were enormous, their massive bodies undulating with muscle. Their thick, gray fur seemed to ripple in the sunlight, as if infused with a life of its own. Crimson streaks ran along their backs like bloody veins, pulsing with a malevolent energy.
Their eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, burning with a yellow fire that seemed to pierce the very soul. The air was heavy with the stench of blood and decay, and Mao Liu Qi's stomach churned with revulsion.
As he gazed upon the wolves, Mao Liu Qi realized with a jolt of fear that he had no idea how to defeat them. He had no combat skills, no experience in battle. He was just a ordinary man, reincarnated into a world of cultivation and monsters.
The wolves, sensing his fear, closed in. Their jaws opened wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth. Mao Liu Qi raised his hands, as if to ward off the inevitable. But it was too late. The wolves attacked, their claws flashing in the sunlight.
Just as all hope seemed lost, the system sprang to life, its calm, melodious voice echoing in Mao Liu Qi's mind. "Activating Killer Move: Flame Outburst."
Mao Liu Qi's body moved of its own accord, his limbs weaving intricate patterns as he unleashed a blast of fiery energy. The air around him seemed to distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate the sheer power of the attack.
The wolves, caught off guard, were instantly engulfed in flames.
They let out blood-curdling screeches as they burned alive, their bodies reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.
The other clan disciples watched in awe as Mao Liu Qi burst through the pack, leaving a trail of smoldering embers in his wake."Elder Mao Liu Qi is truly formidable!" one of the disciples breathed, his eyes wide with wonder.
"I've never seen anyone wield the Flame Outburst technique with such precision and power!"The other disciples nodded in agreement, their faces filled with a mix of admiration and trepidation. They had underestimated Mao Liu Qi, thinking him to be just a humble elder. But now, they realized that he was a force to be reckoned with
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n a dimly lit room, shrouded in shadows, Wei Ying sat cross-legged on a worn, wooden floor. The air was thick with the scent of incense and something else... something acrid. Before him, on a low, wooden table, lay the mid-grade cauldron he had obtained.
With a quiet reverence, Wei Ying reached out and placed his hands on the cauldron's intricately carved surface. His eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he began to refine the pill. The room seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were drawn into the cauldron, fueling the alchemical process.
Wei Ying's fingers danced across the cauldron's surface, tracing intricate patterns and symbols that seemed to shimmer with a subtle, otherworldly energy. The air around him began to vibrate with an almost palpable power, as if the very fabric of reality was being warped and shaped by his will.
The refinement process was a delicate, precise art, requiring absolute focus and control. Wei Ying's entire being was centered on the task at hand, his mind, body, and spirit merged into a singular, driving force. The outcome was far from certain, but one thing was clear: Wei Ying would stop at nothing to succeed.
Wei Ying's hands moved with precision, measuring out the Qinlin Grass, Moonbade Mushroom, Lingzhi Fungus, Xuanbing Stone, Yueling Flower, and Jincheng Bark. He added each ingredient to the cauldron, his eyes fixed intently on the bubbling mixture.
As the refinement process progressed, the air around Wei Ying grew thick with anticipation. The cauldron's contents began to churn and foam, emitting a pungent aroma that filled the room.
Wei Ying's fingers danced across the cauldron's surface, guiding the mixture through the intricate stages of refinement. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he focused all his energy on the task at hand. But despite his best efforts, disaster struck. A critical misstep in the timing of the Xuanbing Stone's addition caused the mixture to destabilize, triggering a catastrophic chain reaction.
Wei Ying's calm demeanor remained unwavering as he attempted to refine the Bear Strength Pill again. However, his second attempt ended in failure, the cauldron's contents erupting in a spectacular display of flames and smoke once more.
Undeterred, Wei Ying began to prepare for his third attempt. His hands moved with precision, measuring out the ingredients and adding them to the cauldron. The air was thick with tension as the refinement process progressed.
But for the third time, disaster struck. The cauldron's contents destabilized, triggering a chain reaction that ended in a violent explosion. Wei Ying stumbled backward, his face smudged with soot.
For a moment, he stood there, his chest heaving with exertion. Then, with a quiet determination, he began to prepare for his fourth attempt.
This time, his hands moved with a newfound sense of purpose. The ingredients were added to the cauldron, and the refinement process began. The air was electric with tension as the mixture bubbled and churned.
And then, in a burst of golden light, the Bear Strength Pill was refined. Wei Ying's eyes lit up with triumph as he gazed upon the perfectly formed pill. His perseverance had paid off, and he had finally succeeded in creating the elusive Bear Strength Pill.
The refined Bear Strength Pill lay on a small, ceramic dish, its appearance humble yet unassuming. It was a dull, earthy brown color, with a rough, irregular texture that hinted at its natural ingredients. The pill itself was small, about the size of a thumb, and had a faint, herbal aroma that wafted up from its surface.
Wei Ying's looked at the pill with a calm expression he felt no sort of happiness as he gazed at the Bear Strength Pill. He had finally succeeded in refining it, and now it was time to test its effects.
Without hesitation, Wei Ying picked up the pill and swallowed it whole. At first, there was no noticeable change. But then, a warm, tingling sensation began to spread throughout his body.
Wei Ying's eyes widened as he felt his muscles begin to stir, his strength and vitality surging upward like a rising tide. His bones, too, seemed to be undergoing a transformation, growing denser and stronger with each passing moment.
The sensation was not unpleasant, but it was intense. Wei Ying felt his body being reshaped, his very foundations being rewritten. He gritted his teeth, enduring the discomfort as his body adapted to the pill's effects.
Wei Ying stood still, his eyes cast downward as he assessed his newly strengthened body. After a few moments of silence, he muttered to himself, "Ha... although I have refined the Bear Strength Pill and used it, it's still not enough."
His voice was laced with a hint of dissatisfaction, and his eyes narrowed in concern. "If I exert too much strength, my skin might burst. The shell is too weak."
Wei Ying's gaze fell upon his arms, his fingers flexing as he tested the limits of his newfound power. He could feel the strength coursing through his veins, but he knew that his body's foundation was still fragile.