章節 42: An Ocean of Jing

For the rest of the night, Fang Xing did nothing but continuously eat chunk after chunk of toad meat in order to feel the changes within his body. After swallowing and digesting the meat, he would then meditate to convert all of its Jing into Qi. If it had been before, it would take only a single night before his body had completely exhausted itself. It was the same principle behind a man going through ten different women one after another; no matter how strong the man’s physique was, would he not still feel drained afterwards, let alone if he was at Fang Xing’s age?

Yet for this entire night, Fang Xing did not feel any discomfort, even after doing the conversion no fewer than ten times.