"No problem!"
After Xu Ping’s Divine Sense carefully probed and confird that there were no anomalies, he finally relaxed.
Xu Ping’s nose lightly twitched as he inhaled the unique fragrance emanating from the Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom, and he couldn’t help but smile.
No longer suppressing his inner desires, he carefully grasped the Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom in his hand, and then took big bites.
The rich juice burst in his mouth, spreading instantly, intoxicating him.
As Xu Ping swallowed one mouthful after another, the Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom entered his stomach and was imdiately wrapped tightly by the perpetually circulating Longevity Mana within him, beginning a slow and continuous refining process.
Before long, the Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom transford into a vigorous and ceaseless stream of Essence power, swiftly rging into his body, nourishing every ridian and organ.
Ti quietly slipped away, and several hours passed unnoticed until the Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom was completely absorbed by him.
Xu Ping’s eyes were filled with delight as he eagerly opened his proficiency panel.
[Na: Xu Ping]
[Lifespan: 70/770 years]
[Realm: Late-Stage Foundation Establishnt: 75/100; Profound Turtle Mountain-Suppressing Skill Level One: 1/100]
[Cultivation Technique: Longevity Skill Major Achievent: 1253/1600]
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"Ninety-two years of extended lifespan, and the proficiency of Longevity Skill also increased by ninety-two points!"
Xu Ping’s gaze was fixed on the data displayed on the panel, his lips involuntarily curving into a smile.
At this mont, his lifespan formally broke through the seven-hundred-year threshold, reaching 770 years!
This longevity far exceeded that of ordinary Golden Core Cultivators.
Moreover, the proficiency of Longevity Skill also successfully surpassed twelve hundred points, just three hundred points shy of the Perfection Level.
"Almost there!"
With this thought, Xu Ping couldn’t help but mutter to himself, a fiery glint of excitent flashing in his eyes.
Once the Longevity Skill reaches Perfection, his own Mana will surely undergo another evolution.
Then, even without relying on third-tier talismans, his real combat power might be able to match against Early-Stage Golden Core Cultivators.
More crucially, the probability of successfully breaking through to the Golden Core Realm will also increase significantly.
"It’s a pity that three-tier lifespan-extending items are truly rare and hard to find."
"Otherwise, if I could find a few more, I might be able to directly elevate the Longevity Skill to the Perfection Level!" Xu Ping gently shook his head, his tone full of regret.
"For Hongyi to easily produce a Nine-leaf Dragon Saliva Mushroom, he likely has other third-tier lifespan-extending items on him."
A trace of curiosity stirred in his heart.
But the next mont, just as this thought arose, he forcefully suppressed it.
After all, it just requires spending more ti.
There’s really no need to provoke Hongyi.
Everything should prioritize caution.
...
...
After Hongyi left, Xu Ping’s life returned to tranquility.
Daily, he practiced swordplay, cultivated, and delved into various magics, filling his schedule to the brim.
Xu Ping had long since adapted to such a tight and intense cultivation rhythm.
What might seem monotonous and arduously tiring to others was, to him, endlessly enjoyable.
Ti flows by quietly, and in the blink of an eye, half a year passed.
Ruins Deserted Island.
At this mont, under the grand and solemn steps of an altar.
Hongyi’s face was filled with shock, his eyes fixed on a cauldron floating quietly at the center of the altar.
This cauldron had a unique and distinctive shape, standing about half the height of a person, with a simple yet elegant hue, neither quite gold nor jade.
On its sides, lifelike carvings of Yin and Yang fish swirled together, forming a perfect Taiji diagram from which threads of Yin Yang Qi seeped out, intertwining dreamily.
"Is this the Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure of the senior, the Yin Yang Qi Cauldron?" Hongyi muttered to himself, his face full of awe and reverence.
Even without anyone actively urging this treasure cauldron, the overwhelming majestic aura emanating from it left him shivering in fear, his knees slightly trembling.
Just then, a wisp of elusive spirit erged from Hongyi’s Sea of Consciousness.
This spirit gradually took form, manifesting as a skeletal old man.
A trace of complex nostalgia appeared in the old man’s hollow eyes as he quietly remarked, "It’s been thousands of years!"
Then, a strand of his Divine Sense extended, reaching towards the Yin Yang Qi Cauldron.
In an instant, a sudden change occurred!
Buzz!
The Yin Yang Qi Cauldron abruptly tremored without warning, emitting a low hum.
Imdiately after, strands of Yin Yang Qi spread like raging waves, sweeping outwards in an overwhelming tide.
Below the altar, Hongyi, in the line of fire, felt as though the sky was collapsing and the earth was falling.
The oncoming Yin Yang Qi, carrying a world-destroying power, turned his face ghostly pale.
His body shook uncontrollably, his legs weakened, nearly causing him to kneel outright.
"Nine... Nine Nether Senior!"
Hongyi was utterly terrified, his teeth chattering, uttering the words with difficulty through clenched jaws.
"Weakling!"
The skeletal old man cast a disdainful glance at Hongyi before swiftly withdrawing his Divine Sense.
As the old man’s Divine Sense retreated, the Yin Yang Qi Cauldron quickly returned to stillness.
The Yin Yang Qi that had just raged and pervaded the surroundings vanished without a trace, as though nothing had ever happened.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
With the pressure abruptly gone, Hongyi gasped for breath, the fear on his face lingering for a long ti.
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