Song Shuhang took the small cloth sack, and said, "Senior Xian Gong, can I drink this demodragon medicine directly?"
"Yes, you can drink it directly. However, I advise you to practice a body tempering cultivation technique right before drinking the medicine so as to allow the qi and blood in your body to warm up and spread all over. With that, you will be able to assimilate the demodragon medicine at a faster pace after drinking it," Scholar Xian Gong suggested while holding the tobacco pipe in his mouth, exhaling a mouthful of white smoke.
"Should I dilute the medicine a bit before drinking it?" Song Shuhang asked another question. The rank of this demodragon medicine was very high, and its effects were very powerful. Thereupon, Song Shuhang was afraid that his body might end up exploding if he were to drink the medicine without properly preparing in advance.
With a smile, Scholar Xian Gong said, "You don't need to worry. The demodragon medicine is different from other medicine. This medicine doesn't have a domineering nature, and you don't really need to dilute it while drinking it; you can just decrease the amount, and that's it. In my case, I can drink three tubes of demodragon medicine at once, and keep drinking more as soon as I am finished absorbing the strength of the medicine. But in your case, it's better if you divide one tube of demodragon medicine into ten parts before you drink it."
"I understand. Thank you, Senior." Song Shuhang nodded his head, and took one tube of demodragon medicine. He stored the remaining ones in his size-reducing purse.
"In that case, Senior Xian Gong, I will exercise a little, and then drink the demodragon medicine!" Song Shuhang was unable to hold back. As long as he could increase the strength of his constitution, he wouldn't have to worry about his mental energy being too strong anymore. No longer would he have to bear the pain of that small hammer pounding his head!
Thereupon, he wanted to drink this demodragon medicine and strengthen his body as soon as possible!
Scholar Xian Gong nodded, and said, "In that case, I will act as your protector."
This demodragon medicine had been refined from the blood essence of a mutated demodragon. Although Medicine Master assured him that there wasn't any problem with the refined 'demodragon medicine', Scholar Xian Gong felt that it was safer to have someone act as a protector while one was taking the demodragon medicine so as to be prepared for all eventualities.
Song Shuhang said, "Sure. Thank you, Senior!"
After a short moment...
Song Shuhang, Yu Jiaojiao, and Scholar Xian Gong moved to the empty ground behind Shuhang's room. This stretch of empty ground was very big—more than enough for Song Shuhang to warm up his body.
Song Shuhang took a deep breath, and first used the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯. This was the fist technique that allowed him to step on the road of cultivation, and he had already reached the master level of proficiency in this particular technique.
With the current level of Song Shuhang's skills, he didn't feel the tiniest bit of heaviness while displaying this basic fist technique. He displayed each move and style smoothly and without mistakes.
After the ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, he displayed the ❮Demon Subduing Buddhist Fist Technique❯ over and over again.
After he concluded this session of training, all the qi and blood in his body had warmed up, and he was in an optimal condition.
That should be enough, Song Shuhang thought to himself.
At the same time, Scholar Xian Gong said, "Little friend Shuhang, that should suffice."
Song Shuhang stopped practicing the fist technique, and exhaled a mouthful of bad air. Then, he took a tube of demodragon medicine out of his clothes.
The nearby Yu Jiaojiao handed him a small cup, and said, "Remember, you can drink only one-tenth of it, no more."
"Thanks." Song Shuhang laughed, and took the small cup, pouring one-tenth of the tube of demodragon medicine into the small cup.
After storing the remaining demodragon medicine away, Song Shuhang raised the small cup and drank the medicinal liquid inside.
It was sweet, and had a little bit of apple flavor. It felt the same as drinking fruit juice.
Afterward, Song Shuhang closed his eyes, and operated the ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯. Cultivators could absorb the power of medicine more efficiently while meditating.
Around three minutes later...
Song Shuhang opened his eyes in confusion, and exclaimed, "Strange."
It had been a while since he had drunk the demodragon medicine, yet there was no reaction whatsoever from his body. He didn't feel the burning hot feeling originating from the power of the medicine, nor did he feel the refreshing feeling of qi spreading all over his body.
Was it possible that he drank too little of it?
The nearby Scholar Xian Gong, who had been paying attention to him, said in puzzlement, "Little friend Shuhang, is it possible that you drank too little demodragon medicine?"
"Such being the case, should I try to drink some more?" Song Shuhang asked. Next, he prepared to stand up and put his hand in his clothes to grab some more demodragon medicine and drink it.
But just as he stood up, he felt a bitter taste spread in his mouth. Soon after, his tongue tingled with numbness.
Song Shuhang subconsciously opened his mouth. This reaction was similar to a person opening their mouth to take deep breaths after eating food that was too spicy.
"Hmm? There was a reaction?" Scholar Xian Gong's eyes lit up as he asked this question.
Song Shuhang thought of replying... but as soon as he opened his mouth and tried to speak, something shot out of his mouth—it was silk!
A pure white thread of silk had shot out of Song Shuhang's mouth.
Spiderman shot silk out of his hands, but Song Shuhang was using his mouth directly.
"..." Song Shuhang.
"..." Yu Jiaojiao.
Scholar Xian Gong was also speechless. Just what was happening? He had never heard of people starting to shoot silk out of their mouths after drinking the demodragon medicine!
"Is it possible that the demodragon medicine got rid of the impurities in your body, and ejected them from your mouth in the form of silk threads?" Scholar Xian Gong guessed.
Song Shuhang shook his head. He could easily tell that these threads of silk weren't the impurities inside his body getting expelled.
Then, just as he thought of speaking again, an even longer thread of silk came out of his mouth before his voice could.
The quantity of the silk he was shooting out was increasing, and so was its speed.
Things reached the point that silk would shoot out of his mouth even as he was breathing. The silk threads were getting longer and longer. In the blink of an eye, Song Shuhang had shot out an almost three meters long silk thread.
Am I about to transform into a silkworm? Song Shuhang forced a smile.
Yu Jiaojiao blinked her eyes, and asked, "Shuhang, how do you feel? Perhaps you can try to communicate through the secret sound transmission technique."
Song Shuhang nodded his head, and used the AOE secret sound transmission. He said, "I feel a bitter taste in my mouth, as well as a pungent and numbing feeling, which unconsciously made me open my mouth. But silk threads are now continuously shooting out of my mouth, and I can't seem to find a way to stop them."
Scholar Xian Gong furrowed his brows, and said, "Is that so? Don't you feel anything else? For example, don't you feel your constitution getting stronger or your strength increasing?"
Was it possible that the demodragon medicine hadn't been refined correctly?
"I feel that my constitution has gotten a little stronger, but not too much. From what I can feel, the strength of the demodragon medicine has just started to fuse with my body," Song Shuhang replied. "In addition, I have a strange impulse at this time."
Yu Jiaojiao asked, "A strange impulse? What kind of impulse?"
"It should be the impulse... to spin a cocoon, I guess?" Song Shuhang himself didn't dare to believe what he was saying, yet... he had this type of impulse in his heart. He had the sudden urge to spit silk out of his mouth and spin a cocoon, finally lying inside it.
"..." Yu Jiaojiao.
"..." Scholar Xian Gong.
"What to do? More and more silk is coming out of my mouth," Song Shuhang said via secret sound transmission. In the time it took him to transmit these few sentences, a small pile of silk threads had appeared in front of his body, with the silk threads now being around ten meters long.
Yu Jiaojiao said, "In that case, why don't you try to spin the cocoon?"
Scholar Xian Gong pondered for a moment, and said, "Little friend Shuhang, I think it's worth giving it a try. As we know, insects can undergo a one-time transformation after spinning a cocoon. Perhaps your body will also undergo a one-time transformation after spinning a cocoon and breaking out of it!"
"..." Song Shuhang.
What Senior Xian Gong said was reasonable, and he had no way to refute his argument.
Such being the case, should he try spinning a cocoon?
But here came the problem... how was he supposed to spin a cocoon?
Since he was a young Chinese man born in the 21st Century, he had received nine years of compulsory education, after which followed three years of high school and one year of university. He had studied astronomy, geography, mathematics, biology, physics, language and literature, foreign languages, history, chemistry, music, mechanics, fine arts, physical education, civics, and so on...
He had gathered a great deal of knowledge, and it was unlikely that he would be able to make use of all this knowledge during his life.
This vast and precious knowledge had been inherited from the forefathers of humanity.
And yet, it turned out to be completely useless at this time! There wasn't a single branch of science that could tell him how 'humans' could spin cocoons as insects did!
The silk threads kept shooting out Song Shuhang's mouth as he stood in place, dumbfounded.
Yu Jiaojiao urged him, "Shuhang, don't stare blankly! Try to spin a cocoon!"
Scholar Xian Gong added at this time, "Little friend Shuhang, you can spin your cocoon without worries. With me here as your protector, there won't be any problem. If there is any sudden crisis, I can immediately stop you."
"..." Song Shuhang shook his head, and said via secret sound transmission, "Jiaojiao, Senior Xian Gong, can anyone of you tell me how humans can spin a cocoon?"
Yu Jiaojiao and Scholar Xian Gong were both speechless.
Yu Jiaojiao replied, "Although I'm a flood dragon and monster fish hybrid, I don't know how to spin a cocoon."
Scholar Xian Gong exhaled a mouthful of white smoke, and said, "I'm a pure human cultivator, and I have no idea how to spin a cocoon, either."
At the critical moment, both Yu Jiaojiao and Scholar Xian Gong were unable to provide help.
Song Shuhang could only sigh and take out his mobile phone.
With silk threads still coming out of his mouth, Song Shuhang opened the Nine Provinces Number One Group and started typing on the keyboard.
In the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Virtuous Buddhist Sabersman: "Is there any senior online? I wanted to ask: Does anyone of you know how humans can spin a cocoon? I'm currently shooting silk out of my mouth and anxiously waiting for a reply!"
The first one to reply was obviously Northern River's Loose Cultivator.
Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Little friend Shuhang, I'm sorry, but I can't help you with this one. I'm a pure human cultivator, and I don't know how we can spin a cocoon. PS: I think that pure human cultivators are unable to produce silk in the first place. PS2: As for your question on how to spin a cocoon, you can ask the monster cultivators in the group."
Young Master Phoenix Slayer: "Fellow Daoist Northern River, your statement is incorrect. I'm a pure monster cultivator, and I still have no idea how humans can spin a cocoon. I think that little friend Shuhang should ask an insect-type cultivator."
Cave Lord Snow Wolf: "I agree with Young Master Phoenix Slayer."
True Monarch Tyrant Flood Dragon: "I agree with Young Master Phoenix Slayer +1."
Palace Master Seven Lives Talisman: "Is there any senior in our group that is an insect-type monster cultivator?"
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber: "If we are talking about insect-type cultivators, we should tag @Spirit Butterfly Island's Soft Feather! I'm pretty sure that Venerable Spirit Butterfly started practicing when he was a small caterpillar, and finally turned into a 'spirit butterfly' with the passage of time. That's most likely how it went!"