Lin Qian's words almost caused Yuan Supreme and Yuan Hu to drop the bottles they were holding. For a moment, they were speechless, stunned by the idea of drinking such a precious substance "just for fun."
Sour Sour Milk? What kind of odd name was that for something with such miraculous effects? How could something so extraordinary be given such a whimsical name?
Seeing their reactions, Lin Qian chuckled and said, "In my Huaxia Empire, this isn't considered a rare or precious item. It's just an ordinary drink we consume regularly. Its main purpose is to strengthen the body and boost one's vitality and blood energy."
"However, since Grandma's blood energy was severely depleted and Grandpa's condition is much worse, most restorative medicines would be too intense. This drink has a much milder effect, making it perfect for restoring their blood energy." As Lin Qian explained, he pulled out two more bottles of Sour Sour Milk and handed them to Yun Rong. "Grandma, drink some more. Even though you seem to have recovered well on the surface, your body's core vitality still needs more restoration."
"No, no, no, this should be saved for your grandfather. Don't waste it on me," Yun Rong quickly waved her hands in refusal, clearly reluctant to accept the additional bottles. She could easily guess that this Sour Sour Milk must be incredibly valuable. It was a common trick of children to downplay the value of something precious just to get their elders to accept it.
Yuan Supreme also nodded in agreement. "Such a miraculous medicine should be reserved for Yun Fan. Young Lord, treating his injuries is the priority."
Yuan Hu, still holding the crystal bottle in his hands, was visibly torn. As a skilled alchemist, he couldn't help but be deeply intrigued by the remarkable properties of this drink. But he also understood that Yun Fan's condition was more urgent, so he stretched out his hand to return the bottle to Lin Qian.
Their behavior left Lin Qian amused. With a wave of his hand, thousands of bottles of Sour Sour Milk suddenly appeared on the ground, forming a small mountain of multicolored crystal bottles, each filled with a different hue of liquid, creating a vibrant display.
Crash!
Yuan Hu, unable to suppress his shock, accidentally dropped the bottle he had been holding.
Yun Rong, too, was left speechless as she stared at the massive pile of bottles. She was so stunned she didn't even know how to react. The sheer quantity was beyond anything she could have imagined.
"I told you, it's nothing special. In the Huaxia Empire, Sour Sour Milk is something we give to children in primary and middle soul martial academies to drink. It's not a rare commodity." Lin Qian shook his head, half-joking as he spoke. "Grandma, drink slowly. Once you've recovered a bit, I'll give you even better medicine to fully restore your blood energy. Yuan Supreme and Elder Yuan, feel free to enjoy the drinks as well."
"Each color has a different flavor. Take your time to savor them. Now, please don't disturb me," Lin Qian instructed, as he continued channeling his soul power into his grandfather Yun Fan, adjusting the flow and speed as necessary.
At the same time, Lin Qian carefully poured bottles of Sour Sour Milk into Yun Fan's mouth, letting the liquid flow into his body.
Even without the soul power to refine it, the drink could naturally dissolve and take effect, so Lin Qian wasn't too worried.
After administering eight bottles of Sour Sour Milk, Yun Fan's previously ashen skin began to show some color, and his once-gaunt frame appeared to gain some much-needed fullness.
These remarkable changes did not escape Yun Rong's notice. Overwhelmed with joy, she covered her mouth with her hands, watching her husband's recovery in awe.
Meanwhile, the detailed information gathered by Lin Qian's soul power was transmitted to the Huaxia Empire's Heaven Crafts Department, reaching Zhuge Ming's hands. At the same time, Hua Sheng from the Medical Department also received the data, as this matter involved their emperor's grandfather, requiring both heads of their respective departments to ensure everything was handled perfectly.
As Zhuge Ming and Hua Sheng intensely discussed Yun Fan's condition, their debate wasn't focused on whether they could heal the emperor's grandfather—they were certain they could. In Lin Qian's mind, failing to cure his grandfather was simply not an option.
Instead, their discussion revolved around how to not only heal Yun Fan but also harness the immense medicinal power from the Transformation Fruits to further enhance his strength.
Their heated debate led them to consider whether they should prioritize improving Yun Fan's soul power or focus first on strengthening his body's vitality. Alternatively, they explored the possibility of a simultaneous boost in both his physical strength and soul power.
Both Zhuge Ming and Hua Sheng were adamant about finding the best solution, eager to ensure that the result would be perfect and that Lin Qian would be satisfied.
Lin Qian, observing from his link to the Fantasy Star, listened quietly to their intense debate without interfering, waiting for them to reach a consensus.
Trusting his people was a principle Lin Qian firmly believed in. After all, his own strengths lay in creating explosions, and if there was a third possibility, it would be an even bigger explosion.
When it came to specialized matters, it was best to leave it to the experts.
Finally, after an hour of heated discussion, Zhuge Ming and Hua Sheng settled on a treatment plan for the emperor's grandfather.
Zhuge Ming would handle the bloodline curse, while Hua Sheng would take care of the medicinal effects from the Transformation Fruits.
With their plan in place, both of them got to work immediately, while Lin Qian patiently awaited the final results.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Yuan Supreme had no reservations about trying out the different flavors of Sour Sour Milk, enthusiastically exclaiming, "This purple one tastes great. Oh? The red one is even better!"
Yuan Hu, on the other hand, had gone to bathe and change into clean clothes. He returned, reverently holding a bottle of Sour Sour Milk in his hands, and cautiously took a small sip.
The moment the strange yet delightful flavor hit his tongue, Yuan Hu was overwhelmed by the sensation. The miraculous medicinal power coursed through his body, making him tremble all over. Unable to contain himself, he let out a blissful sigh, "Ah~~~."
Seeing this, Lin Qian was at a loss for words. Even though Sour Sour Milk was indeed a medicinal drink, its effects were gentle. It was something regularly provided to children in the First Experimental Soul Martial Primary Academy and the First Experimental Soul Martial Middle Academy.
In reality, only Lin Qian could have the foresight and resources to offer such a drink to children as part of their development.
After all, Lin Qian's considerations were entirely different from theirs—he operated on a completely different level.
Most soul martial practitioners on the Soul Martial Continent were focused solely on their individual power, but Lin Qian was concerned with the overall strength and advancement of his entire empire.
Just then, Yun Fan, who had been lying unconscious on the bed, began to stir. His eyelids fluttered before slowly opening.