The bones rember what the flesh forgets.
—Demon Lord Sha Kong, Consur of Ten Thousand Souls
Skin reinforcent followed similar principles to muscle reinforcent, though the process stretched across a broader area and required a constant pressure. The first challenge was finding a suitable location—sowhere private enough for Xiulan and Feng Yu to strip down without permanently damaging the surroundings.
After constructing a makeshift enclosure with two disposal holes and fence, they enlisted i Chen as their 'guard spirit'. No one was going to sneak up on them and take a peek.
The process proved successful despite initial awkwardness.
The only true difficulty she had with it was the raging swirl of elents in her core from consuming the five elental pills. But that subsided quickly under the pressure of her ridian network.
Feng Yu just looked at her and proclaid, "As expected."
Xiulan expelled a forceful breath as the last traces of impurities seeped from her pores. Dark, oily residue coated her skin like a film of midnight ink.
Channeling qi through her ridians, she directed the viscous substance toward the prepared pit. The filth slithered off her body in ribbons, pooling into the earthen hole.
Grabbing the nearby shovel, she scooped dirt over the contaminated pit. The pungent odor of purged impurities made her nose crinkle.
"Your control over ridian flow has improved a lot." Feng Yu nodded approvingly.
"Let's just get the bones over with." Xiulan wiped the last traces of dark residue from her skin. "The other refinents proved simple enough."
Feng Yu shook her head. "You'll want to take that bone refining powder first. Trust on this."
"But muscle and skin refinent barely stung." Xiulan stretched her newly purified skin.
"Just trust ." Feng Yu's amber eyes held a knowing glint.
A small knot ford in Xiulan's stomach. She pulled out the powder packet and called over the fence. "i Chen, could you send so water this way?"
"Of course, Miss!"
A sphere of water floated over the wooden barrier, hovering before Xiulan. She cupped a hand beneath it, using her qi to maintain its shape while emptying the powder packet into the floating orb. The mixture swirled into a murky gray as she spun it with her energy.
Xiulan took a deep breath and swallowed the concoction in one swift chug.
"I'll support you through this, just like before." Feng Yu placed a steadying hand on Xiulan's shoulder.
Xiulan closed her eyes and focused. First things first, she reached out and drew Feng Yu's offered qi thread through her ridians, weaving them into her own energy network. The support flowed like warm sunlight through her channels, steady and reassuring.
She inhaled deeply, centering herself. The task demanded her own mastery—Feng Yu could support but not complete the refinent for her.
Starting at her toes made sense, following the sa thodical approach she'd used for skin and muscle. Qi condensed at the tips of her feet, pressing into the dense bone structure.
White-hot pain lanced through her. The sudden intensity would have shattered her focus if not for Feng Yu's qi threads instantly hardening, providing crucial stability. Though the stumble proved minor, it demonstrated the value of having backup.
Gritting her teeth, Xiulan increased pressure on her toe bones. Dark spiritual filth leaked from her feet in steady rivulets, far more concentrated than the previous refinents. The bones' spiritual density ant they harbored deeper impurities.
Black sludge pooled around her feet. The disposal pit's capacity hadn't seed relevant monts ago, but feeling the thick stream of corruption pour out gave her second thoughts.
Xiulan forced qi through her toe bones thodically, working upward to her ankles and legs. Each push of energy burned like molten tal poured into her marrow. Her lungs struggled against the searing pain, every breath scorched her throat.
Moving to her fingers, she channeled qi through each delicate bone. The refinent spread up through her forearms in excruciating waves. Her heart thundered against her ribs, threatening to burst from the strain.
The bone powder must be working. She clung to that thought as another wave of agony crashed through her system. At least her opened ridians allowed qi to flow quickly—a small rcy. She focused on maintaining steady breaths despite the inferno raging inside her body.
Dark sludge oozed from her pores, thicker and fouler than before. Each bone section yielded more spiritual filth, the corruption within far deeper than muscle or skin had contained. Cool water suddenly washed over her skin, carrying away the viscous residue.
She dared not open her eyes or break concentration to see who helped. She didn't need to, anyway. i Chen.
The pain intensified beyond bearing. Xiulan shifted tactics, focusing on single vertebrae instead of whole sections. She worked up her spine thodically, each bone a fresh trial of blazing agony.
Feng Yu's hands pressed firmly against her back, anchoring her trembling body. Without that support, she might have collapsed entirely.
Doubt crept into Xiulan's mind as another wave of agony ripped through her. How could anyone endure this tornt alone? The thought of attempting bone refinent without support seed impossible.
The world dissolved into fragnts of pain, each bone requiring more focus than the last. Minutes stretched into eternities as she pushed qi through her skeletal structure. Her consciousness narrowed to pinpoints of excruciating pressure.
She had to clamp down harder as she worked, each bone requiring more qi force to refine. The crushing force beca so strong she feared they might splinter into dust. The corruption resisted, clinging stubbornly to marrow and calcium. She could feel the rivulets of spiritual filth trace patterns down her limbs.
At her neck, the refinent choked off her breath. Her qi flow sputtered like a dying fla. Just as panic threatened to overwhelm her, Feng Yu's steady energy pulsed through their connection. The princess breathed for her, sustaining them both through sheer force of will.
Sister... The word floated through Xiulan's mind, tender and grateful.
Tears cut clean tracks through the filth coating her face as she forced qi upward. The skull remained—one final challenge that sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. Each heartbeat pounded like a war drum in her ears.
Xiulan gathered every scrap of spiritual energy remaining in her system. The skull had to break—had to yield its corruption—or she'd die here with blood trickling from her ears. No half asures remained.
She bore down with raw spiritual might, forcing qi through microscopic channels in her skull. The pressure built like a dam about to burst. Behind her, Feng Yu pressed closer, lending crucial support as their combined energy hamred against the bone's resistance.
A thunderous pop reverberated through Xiulan's head. Her eyes snapped open involuntarily, vision swimming with dancing stars. Black sludge poured from her scalp in thick rivulets, joining the river of filth already coating her body. Every nerve felt deadened except for the blazing spiritual tether connecting her to Feng Yu—now hanging slack like a heavy rope between them.
Feng Yu's labored breathing punctuated the silence. Her own breaths ca shallow and rapid.
How in hell did Ren Chun and Feng Yu manage this alone? The thought drifted as she struggled to remain upright. Even with their combined strength, the refinent had nearly broken her.
The realization struck hard—attempting this refinent alone would have killed her, or at best left her permanently crippled.
She drew in a shaky breath, noticing how different the qi felt flowing through her system. The energy stream connecting her to Feng Yu hitched and stuttered as her own breathing pattern rejoined the flow.
Her bones had transford into endless spiritual voids, greedily devouring energy from her ridians and dantian. The sensation spread across her entire skeletal structure, each bone demanding more qi to fill its newly refined channels.
Pain and numbness warred. The crushing pressure had felt wrong—far more intense than any of the warnings had suggested. Xiulan lifted her trembling hands, studying her palms.
What she had been told about bone refinent seed woefully inadequate. Sothing fundantal felt off about the entire process. Different. Wrong. The powder should have helped manage the pain.
Why didn't they warn properly? The thought echoed through her mind as another wave of bone-deep exhaustion washed over her.
Black spiritual filth coated every surface around them. Xiulan blinked through bloodshot eyes as her vision swam. The pressure slowly ebbed.
Through the haze, i Chen's blurry form materialized. Cool water cascaded over Xiulan's skin in a refreshing wave. The water twisted and rippled as i Chen pulled the dark sludge away from their bodies, separating the corruption from the clean liquid with precise control before splashing them again.
The disposal pit proved laughably inadequate for the sheer volu of spiritual waste. Black sludge overflowed its edges, spreading across the ground in viscous pools.
Xiulan slumped backward, lacking even the strength to hold herself upright. Feng Yu leaned heavily against her back, their combined exhaustion creating a precarious balance. Neither could move as i Chen continued washing away the seemingly endless layers of filth from their skin.
Feng Yu stirred first, breaking their spiritual connection as she pushed herself upright. Golden flas burst from her palms, not quite burning but intensely hot. The spiritual filth mixed with water evaporated under the concentrated heat.
i Chen's qi control pulled the water vapor from the air, cooling and condensing into a pristine sphere. The cool water splashed across Xiulan's skin, washing away the last traces of corruption.
A few minutes passed in what seed like silence until Xiulan noticed i Chen's mouth moving rapidly. The words filtered through slowly as her hearing returned.
"—so painful! Should I get healing pills?"
"We're fine." Xiulan blinked, adjusting to the return of her senses.
Feng Yu frowned thoughtfully. "Sothing was different about this refinent. The spiritual filth erged at twice the normal density. The difficulty doubled too—I've never heard of anything like it."
"Why would that happen?" i Chen tilted her head.
"I'm not certain." Feng Yu's amber eyes narrowed. "Perhaps Xiulan possesses so special cultivation root? Her ridian capacity appears doubled, and now her bones show similar traits."
Understanding crashed through Xiulan like a thunderbolt. The bone refinent hadn't just purified her system—it had processed double the normal spiritual capacity.
Double. The word echoed in her mind as pieces clicked into place.
She possessed two overlapping spiritual fraworks rather than the rged single system she'd assud. Li i and Lin Xiulan's souls hadn't simply combined—they'd synchronized, creating parallel channels that worked in perfect harmony.
To the point where she didn't notice, where Feng Yu hadn't noticed. Nor i Chen.
And even Qingfeng hadn't seen? Although she hadn't cultivated with him directly. Or had he? Was it part of why he was interested in her?
The realization brought clarity. She didn't feel split or fractured. Her identity remained whole and unified, perhaps because her two souls proved so compatible from the start. Whether fate or circumstance had guided their rger hardly mattered now.
Her expanded spiritual capacity explained the brutal intensity of the bone refinent. The process targeted spiritual corruption as much as physical impurities. Cleansing twice the normal spiritual volu ant enduring double the strain.
Xiulan pushed herself up on trembling legs. "I'm okay." Her body quivered with bone-deep exhaustion. "Just need rest."
"Good thing we tackled this together," Feng Yu said.
i Chen stepped out and ca back into the fenced area with an armful of fresh robes. "Should we head to the hot springs as planned? Or would you prefer to rest?"
"Hot springs," Feng Yu replied.
"Bed." Xiulan rubbed her aching shoulders.
They locked eyes.
"Actually, bed sounds better." Feng Yu slumped.
"No, you were right—hot springs." Xiulan stretched.
"Oh, you two… I vote hot springs, then bed!" i Chen bounced on her toes.
Despite the bone-deep exhaustion, laughter bubbled up from Xiulan's chest. Each step away from the refinent area lightened the weight in her limbs. The soreness remained, but the crushing fatigue ebbed.
"Maybe the hot spring is exactly what we need." Xiulan accepted her robe from i Chen.
Feng Yu rolled her neck with an audible crack. "I'm glad I reserved the entire day."
A wooden fence marked the path to the springs behind the inn. Steam curled into the air, carrying the mineral scent of heated water.
"You reserved it for the whole day?" Xiulan raised an eyebrow.
"Just cost so taels." Feng Yu shrugged. "The innkeeper seed pleased enough."
"Okayy." Xiulan drew out the word skeptically.
Wisps of steam danced above the crystal-clear pool. The high fence ensured privacy, leaving them alone with the gently rippling water.
"Well! This is nice." Xiulan inhaled the warm, mineral-rich air.
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