Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 941 Confusion
A fleeting sense of unease at being slighted and a deep suspicion crossed my mind.

But she was more aware of her current situation than anyone else—she was living under someone else's roof, burdened with a seal, and in dire need of Doctor Ding's unpredictable medical skills.

Refuse? She simply didn't have that option. Putting aside the fact that Fang Yu's own strength made her wary, the fact that he couldn't do without Doctor Ding was enough for her to suppress all her dissatisfaction.

"So it's Captain Linghu, I've heard so much about you."

Zhuge Shi quickly weighed the pros and cons in a flash, put on a polite smile, and walked towards Linghu Xiang, saying, "I am Zhuge Shi. I will be responsible for Captain Linghu's safety during this period."

Almost instinctively, as Zhuge Shi approached, Linghu Xiang's neck skin subtly tightened.

The opponent's barely concealed sharpness and oppressive aura, even after being restrained, was like a peerless sword hidden in its sheath, making one feel uneasy and instinctively uneasy.

Fortunately, Fang Yu was by her side, so the pressure did not turn into actual fear, but the unease of being enveloped by the aura of a powerful figure was still clear.

"Captain Linghu seems... a little reserved?"

Zhuge Shi noticed Linghu Xiang's subtle tension and a slightly amused smile appeared on his lips.

The sharp aura she exuded, deliberately crafted from her status as a peak martial artist, was like an invisible wave, carrying a hint of probing and condescension, gently brushing towards Linghu Xiang.

She wanted to see just how good this object that needed "protection" really was.

However, the faint, scrutinizing smile on Zhuge Shi's face froze instantly the next second.

Because she clearly sensed that Fang Yu's gaze suddenly sharpened, like a tangible ice spike piercing her!
The warning was self-evident! It was as if it was saying, "Enough is enough."

'We're all under someone else's roof...'

Zhuge Shi sighed helplessly in his heart and suppressed all his probing thoughts.

That pride of being a prodigy ultimately couldn't withstand the shackles of reality.

"Don't worry," Fang Yu's voice was low but clearly reached Linghu Xiang's ears, "She is still trustworthy for now and will do her best to ensure your safety."

This guarantee is an endorsement of strength.

Sensing the certainty in Fang Yu's words, Linghu Xiang's tense nerves relaxed slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to take half a step closer to Fang Yu. Just then, Ding Hui's clear and pleasant call came from the direction of the pharmacy behind them:

"Husband, the medicine is ready, come here for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yu immediately told Linghu Xiang to "take good care of your injuries," gave her a reassuring look, and then turned around without hesitation and strode towards the pharmacy.

As soon as Fang Yu left, the sense of security I had felt earlier suddenly diminished.

Linghu Xiang tensed up almost instantly, instinctively clenching her fists.

But the expected difficulties did not occur.

She soon discovered that the powerful woman, Zhuge Shi, only glanced at her a few times, revealing pure curiosity and assessment, and then stopped looking at her, as if the little ripple from before had never happened.

Zhuge Shi turned around immediately and resumed her sharp and focused sword practice.

Linghu Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the unease stemming from her own relative weakness, and the dejection of witnessing Fang Yu so obediently responding to Ding Hui's summons, lingered in her heart, making her stand alone in the corner of the courtyard.

Pushing open the heavy, rustic wooden door of the pharmacy, a rich, mellow aroma, carrying a unique blend of herbs and spices, wafts out as if it were real.

The pharmacy was filled with smoke, like a fairyland, and visibility was so poor that only a slender and graceful figure could be barely seen in the center of the smoke.

"Cough cough cough..." Two soft coughs came from the center of the smoke, it was Ding Hui.

She carefully emerged from the rising medicinal mist, carrying a small, coarse porcelain bowl steaming hot, and walked towards Fang Yu at the door.

Fang Yu possessed an extraordinary constitution; this thick smoke was nothing more than a thin mist to him, and his discomfort dissipated with a few breaths. However, his gaze swept over the dark brown soup in the bowl, and seeing that it was only a normal bowlful, he raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Just this small bowl?"

Ding Hui glared at him irritably, holding the medicine bowl in one hand and pushing him unceremoniously toward the door with the other: "Husband! What do you take this for? A bowl of tea from the street? The Abomination Fruit you brought is indeed the best of the best, with a violent and pure medicinal effect. But refining this Pure Heart Soup of Abomination requires a secret method to guide, harmonize, and stimulate its potential. The auxiliary medicinal materials needed are all rare treasures, and the complexity of their combination and refining has exhausted my mind and energy. Just gathering the auxiliary materials that can withstand the power of the Abomination Fruit without causing the furnace to explode has already been a huge drain!"

These words made Fang Yu's heart skip a beat! Consume? Consume precious auxiliary materials?

This instantly reminded him of another, more life-or-death matter that touched his very soul.

"It's fine to consume resources, but... please don't use up the materials needed to revive Second Sister..."

Fang Yu's voice unconsciously carried a hint of urgency.

How many hardships and dangers did they go through and how much did they pay in order to gather the items needed for their second sister, Diao Ruru's, resurrection?

That is the fundamental pillar that has kept him going all this time!

If you delay your resurrection plan because you are greedy for this bowl of soup to improve your physical condition, then you will regret it!
After all, given his current physical strength and ability to absorb nutrients, the effects of ordinary tonics on improving his qi and blood have been greatly reduced.

"Don't worry!" Ding Hui seemed to have anticipated Fang Yu's question, and her tone was resolute.

"I know what's important! This time, I used all the surplus auxiliary materials I had accumulated, as well as a small amount of materials that could be replaced. I didn't dare touch a single hair of the 'core' material that Diao Ruru needed! Such crucial items are naturally reserved for the most important resurrection technique!"

She looked directly at Fang Yu with a frank gaze. As one of the people who understood Fang Yu's obsession best, she knew all too well the importance of this matter and would never joke about it. She knew what Diao Ruru meant to Fang Yu.

Ding Hui straightened up slightly and began to introduce her carefully prepared masterpiece: "This soup is called 'Soup of Pure Heart and Hate,' made primarily with the essence of the Hate Fruit you retrieved, combined with various rare and precious spiritual ingredients, including the spiritual liquid of thousand-year-old stalactites, the core of the Snowfield Ice Soul Flower, and the whiskers of the Earth Core Fire Lingzhi..."

Fang Yu had no interest in listening to her list of medicines as if they were his own treasures.

He had complete trust in Ding Hui's abilities and dedication.

Even if Ding Hui handed him a bowl of arsenic, claiming it was for martial arts practice, Fang Yu would have drunk it down without hesitation. He took the scalding bowl and, without hesitation, tilted his head back and gulped down the thick, bitter, molten lava-like broth!
The swiftness and efficiency of her movements brought Ding Hui's half-finished introduction to an abrupt halt.

Seeing Fang Yu's unreserved trust, Ding Hui's eyes flashed with undisguised relief and a hint of nervous anticipation.

Her gaze was fixed on Fang Yu, observing every slight change in him.

There is no other reason.

This "Zengxin Chunxin Soup" is not a recipe passed down from ancient books, nor is it a elixirty formula treasured by any sect.

It is a completely new formula created by Ding Hui, a renowned pharmacologist, after analyzing the extremely evil and potent medicinal properties of the Aversion Fruit, combining her knowledge of various lost ancient prescriptions and her in-depth understanding of Fang Yu's almost abnormal and extraordinary physique, and boldly innovating!
Although Ding Hui had almost absolute confidence in the final effect of this decoction based on theoretical deduction and countless simulations of the drug's properties, it was ultimately a "first attempt".

The final effect of any new drug needs to be verified on a test subject and fine-tuned based on feedback... And this "test subject" is naturally Fang Yu, who has an exceptionally strong physique, extremely high drug resistance, is almost impossible to be destroyed by drugs, and can absorb the feedback drug effect to the greatest extent.

Moreover, she is standing right here, so if the medicine's effects deviate from the expected course or any unexpected deviations occur, she can immediately intervene and make strong adjustments.

The first sensation upon swallowing the herbal medicine was its scalding heat, followed by a warm current that was not intense but remarkably resilient.

It doesn't rush to the head like strong liquor, but rather flows gently and slowly like a thawing stream in early spring, quietly sinking into the dantian (lower abdomen) and dantian.

This warm current did not lie dormant; instead, it quickly differentiated into countless tiny yet resilient threads, which followed the meridians and energy channels throughout Fang Yu's body, slowly spreading to his limbs, bones, and muscles.

The feeling was like a fine spring rain seeping into the parched earth, silently nourishing every inch of the body.

"How are you feeling?" Ding Hui took a step closer, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Fang Yu did not answer immediately. He closed his eyes slightly and carefully, even with a hint of anticipation, felt the warm current circulating throughout his body for a full cycle, eventually calming down and merging with his own abundant blood and qi...

[System Notification: Congratulations to the player for consuming the "Heart-Purifying Soup of Hatred," gaining 3253 experience points...]

That's it? Only 3253 points? Fang Yu felt a sudden sense of disappointment.

It wasn't that he was ungrateful; it was just that his cultivation had recently advanced by leaps and bounds, which had raised his expectations and horizons.

Seeing this medicinal soup, made with numerous precious ingredients and painstakingly prepared by Ding Hui, only yield a mere "3253" experience points in the end, an overwhelming sense of disappointment welled up within me.

This amount of experience is hardly enough to meet his current needs.

He smacked his lips, the bitter aftertaste still lingering on his taste buds, and looked at Ding Hui's bright eyes, which were full of anticipation and waiting for her comments.

In the end, he gave what he considered to be the best possible evaluation, albeit somewhat reluctantly and with a hint of consolation: "Hmm... the effect... is alright... I guess?"

The reluctance and dissatisfaction in his voice were almost palpable.

"Only 'okay'?!" Ding Hui's eyebrows furrowed instantly, her initial tension replaced by intense doubt and disapproval.

For a top pharmacist like her who strives for excellence and perfection, the words "okay" are almost equivalent to "failure".

"Don't move!" Ding Hui gave the order decisively, her movements as swift as the wind.

Her slender hand shot out like lightning, directly unbuttoning Fang Yu's shirt and revealing his upper body.

Her long, slender, white index finger was now enveloped in a faint chill, her fingertip like the most precise detection instrument, carrying an icy coldness, swiftly and accurately tracing and sensing the major meridians and acupoints on his chest!
Beneath the cool touch, Ding Hui was fully focused on sensing the flow and absorption of his Qi, blood, and medicinal properties.

“Diao…” Just then, a short and urgent voice, tinged with worry, rang out at the pharmacy door, only to be abruptly cut off as if by a sharp blade!

It was as if the speaker had instantly covered their mouth, forcibly swallowing back what they were about to say.

Fang Yu turned around at the sound and saw that the doorway was empty, with only a familiar, slightly thin figure hurriedly disappearing around the corner of the courtyard.

It was Linghu Xiang who had returned, perhaps wanting to talk to Fang Yu or Ding Hui about something!
She clearly saw Ding Huizheng removing Fang Yu's clothes in the pharmacy, her fingertips icy cold, her movements ambiguous.

Fang Yu tilted his head slightly, looking at the disappearing figure, a pure look of confusion flashing across his face: "Captain Linghu? What happened to her?"

"Focus!" Ding Hui didn't even look up, her icy fingertips still sliding rapidly across his chest, her voice carrying an unquestionable command, "Don't get distracted and interfere with my investigation."

Fang Yu had no choice but to look away and suppress his inexplicable confusion.

The cold air emanating from Ding Hui's fingers caused a slight tingling sensation on his skin.

"Hmm..." Ding Hui focused on sensing for a moment, then suddenly let out a long "hmm," her tone filled with realization and a renewed fighting spirit.

"I think I understand where the problem lies! It seems there's still a lot of room for improvement in the drug's formulation! I overlooked... or rather, underestimated the terrifying nature of your monstrous physique!"

Her fingertips hovered a few inches above his dantian: "The design concept of this 'Heart-Pure Heart Soup' is to use the 'poison' of the auxiliary ingredients to stimulate the 'life' of the main ingredient, like tempering and sharpening. The dosage and penetration of several key harmonizing 'poisons' are designed according to the estimated maximum limit, intended to stimulate the potential within your body to produce a resistance and sublimation reaction. However..."

Ding Hui couldn't resist poking Fang Yu's muscular chest.

"Your body is not human! It's a monster's den! Those intense 'poisonous' stimuli that would have caused an ordinary expert to explode and die, after entering your body, didn't even cause a decent ripple of resistance. They were forcibly suppressed, assimilated, and absorbed by your terrifying blood essence and devouring instinct! It's like the most crucial step of stimulation didn't achieve its intended effect at all, so the subsequent synergistic sublimation is naturally greatly reduced!"

This is equivalent to her meticulously designed quenching process. The iron billet was forcibly thrown into the water before it had a chance to be fully heated to the critical point. Naturally, it could not become a sharp sword, but only a harder block of iron.

“Of course,” Ding Hui added.

"The pure nourishing power was completely absorbed by your body like a sponge, so the expected benefits are still there, but they are far less than expected." The current effect is probably the part that was forcibly suppressed by Fang Yu's physique and forcibly plundered and absorbed as a simple tonic soup.

What is lost is the greater leap that could not be achieved through the "inspiration" and "sublimation".

(End of this chapter)