"Fang Xin? Wake up, Fang Xin, wake up!" A voice echoed in his ear, and Fang Xin slowly opened his eyes to find himself surrounded by a bright light. The air was filled with a faint fragrance, and for a moment, he couldn't tell where he was.

  "Wake up, wake up, Fang Xin woke up." Suddenly, an excited cry rang out in his ears.

  "Xin er, xin er!" Someone leaned against him, and after a few seconds, he finally saw clearly that it was his mother. Seeing him wake up, Meng Tianyun was overjoyed and burst into tears. Although she had been calm before, who knew the heart of a mother? At this moment, seeing her son wake up, she truly erupted.

  Meng Qian's hair was just close to this, originally all black hair, in just a few days, there were already a few white hairs, although not many, but exceptionally conspicuous, making Fang Xin involuntarily feel a pang of heartache.

  "Mom, I'm fine." Fang Xin realized he was back between the flash of lightning and the spark, he tried to turn his neck and made a faint sound.

  Meng Qianqian heard this voice, but didn't have time to respond to her son, and only shouted: "Doctor, doctor."

  The light in the ward was soft and gentle, Fang Xin saw the doctor rush in quickly: "Come on, let's have a thorough examination."

  Fang Xin knew that at this time, the most important thing was to comfort his family members, so he forced a smile and didn't say a word, letting the doctor carry out various checks. After half an hour of examination, the doctor announced: "The patient is fine."

  Everyone present let out a sigh of relief at once.

  "Xin er, do you feel uncomfortable?"

  "There's nothing, I just feel tired, very tired!" Fang Xin said wearily. His body was injured in many places, although they had all been treated and, with the advanced medical skills of this world, some of the breaks were even starting to heal after only a few days, but he still couldn't move.

  "Then go to sleep, son!" It was his father's voice.

  In no time, the entire room fell silent, filled with a faint scent of incense that was not accompanied by any smell of smoke or blood. Fang Xin almost felt as if he were floating on clouds, and his whole person calmed down. In just a few seconds, he fell fast asleep, without even completing the most important task of checking on Yu Ruyi.

  It was just a wake-up call, but I already felt refreshed and invigorated. After checking my internal energy, I found some loss, but no major harm. For the time being, I slowly circulated my energy and did three small cycles of microcosmic orbiting. By then, I felt fully awake.

  Fang Xin knew that there were monitoring systems in the ward, so he didn't dare to take out the jade Ruyi. After all, he was a patient now. Even if outsiders couldn't tell whether the jade Ruyi was real or fake, suddenly producing a piece of jade would still be astonishing.

  At this moment, he calmed down and entered the interior of Yu Ruyi.

  The entire jade ruyi was filled with golden light, blue light, and a hint of white light. These rays intertwined, causing the actual colors to shift and change constantly.

  Sometimes they touch each other, turning into a rain of light, forming an incredibly beautiful mist of light. The Light Top space is only one line apart, and it's just a little bit away from starting the fourth star.

  Fang Xing was silent and contemplative, realizing that the golden light occupied half of it, while the cyan light occupied a small half, with a thread of white light.

  After careful recollection, I finally confirmed that the golden light was suddenly increased during the battle, while the blue light and this thread of white light should be the merits obtained by successfully saving the village.

  But why so little?

  Jin Guang originally accounted for half of it, and the remaining Qing Guang calculated that there were less than 40 merits, after all, the current space can hold 80 merits, one merit saves one person, it shouldn't be so little!

  That village, although with few people, has over a hundred households and three to four hundred people. As the main force, they should have obtained at least 300 merits. Now, after calculation, they only got the merits of thirty or so people, which is about one-tenth of what they deserved.

  Could it be that he himself had consumed the energy to return to this world? But that wasn't right either, if he didn't have his own will, the Jade Like Intention wouldn't have been able to activate, and he hadn't even activated it before being pulled back. For a moment, Fang Xin was filled with confusion.

  Half an hour later, Fang Xin finally smiled wryly. Since he couldn't figure it out, he would think about it later. His body couldn't move much, but his head was fine, so he looked around immediately.

  This sickroom is spotlessly clean; on one side stand a wardrobe and an ice-chest, while opposite the bed, not far from it, there is a table with fresh flowers.

  This pot of flowers, about half a meter high, has emerald green leaves and large, pure white blooms that resemble bells. The faint fragrance in the room comes from them, not strong, but subtle and refreshing, seemingly there yet not quite, with an indescribable beauty that is both delicate and mysterious.

  Fang Xin's heart finally calmed down, this white flower petal, almost transparent, so beautiful, really deeply took a breath, only felt that the battle in the blood on that day was just a dream.

  Just then, footsteps were heard nearby, and a few seconds later, there was a knock at the door.

  "Come in." Fang Xin said, his gaze still fixed on something outside.

  "This is the Angel's Bell, artificially cultivated and produced in Britain. In the past hundred years, this beautiful flower has been loved by many people and quickly spread to Europe, Asia and America. This flower is often used in weddings in Europe to express good wishes for a "happy new life". Due to its language of flowers, it is also welcomed in the Empire and often used in hospitals - Fang Xin, congratulating you on your new life."

  Fang Xin didn't speak, the white flower bell, one by one, filled the room with a faint scent. After a few seconds, he smiled and turned around: "Xiao Bing, please sit down!"

  He paused for a moment, then continued: "Is there something you want to say to me?"

  Xiao Bing looked a bit worn out, but it made her look even more lovely and touching. She smiled wryly and said, "Of course, I'll give you an explanation. Before, I would have given you some content to let you know."

  "Please go on."

  "Axin, do you know how many cultivators our empire has?"

  Fang Xin remained silent, knowing this didn't require his response.

  "In the empire of 800 million people, although basic Qi Gong techniques have been taught since childhood, statistics from the Imperial Intelligence Structure show that only 85 million people have reached the first level, while the rest remain at a healthy physical level."

  "Is it the first stage? Is it the small Zhou Tian cycle?"

  "It's like that, Ah Xin. It's the Small Week Heaven circulation. You are at this stage now. Generally, if one can maintain two hours of practice every day, they will definitely be able to complete this point within five years. Ah Xin, you didn't work hard enough before!"

  Fang Xin smiled bitterly: "Indeed, now that I think about it, I was really too weak."

  This is not only being plotted against in reality, but also in that space, he is basically a weakling. It can be said that if it weren't for the power of Yu Ru Yi, his abilities would be at most on par with a servant, slightly higher than an ordinary soldier - this only refers to martial arts. If considering willpower and experience, he isn't even as good as a veteran soldier.

  "After completing the Small Heavenly Cycle, the accumulated essence and energy can be refined into a pill. This step of alchemy was already discovered two thousand years ago, but it has only been passed down to society in the past hundred years. If you reach this stage, even as an ordinary person, you can obtain the method of transmission."

  "Refining Dan is not about strength, but rather the unity of essence, energy and spirit, laying the foundation for the soul. This has nothing to do with the amount of internal energy, Fang Xin, do you understand?"