"Break through my immortal iron skin!" he thought excitedly. So far, he felt more confident about the mission.
"This is too bad, I can only concoct a level-1 spiritual dicine suitable for the fifth level of Qi Condensation and below," Yan Xiaobao stood in the workshop feeling a little disappointed. However, with limited ti, he couldn't possibly produce a second-level spiritual dicine suitable for level 8 Qi Condensation and below.
As a result, his planting base couldn't make much progress and remained within the large cycle of Qi Condensation Level 6.
"At dawn tomorrow, I will leave the sect..." he thought anxiously. This was the first ti he would truly leave the sect since joining, and he didn't feel safe at all. In fact, he even took the shield he obtained from Chen Fei and enhanced it threefold spiritually. Yet, it didn't make him feel very safe. Next, he enhanced spiritually the leather jacket he wore in the competition.
After much deliberation, he went out at midnight and found Big Fatty Zhang, borrowing his big black pot, which was said to be filled with earth spells. Even so, he couldn't feel at ease. But there was nothing more he could do. Looking extrely anxious, he returned to the apothecary in the hospital instead of his courtyard, where he awaited the sunrise.
"Qian Dajin, wait until I enter the Foundation. Then I will tell you a thing or two!" Yan Xiaobao was more nervous than ever, his eyes completely bloodshot. After all, he feared death, and now that he was no longer a newcor to this sect, he knew very well how the cultivation world operated.
The whole night, his imagination ran wild with all the bad things that might happen, until finally... the sun rose. At dawn, when the first rays of sunshine ca into the sky, Yan Xiaobao felt his identity badge start to vibrate. He stood at the front of the courtyard, reflecting on the story of his ho from the past two years, then let out a long sigh.
"I definitely need to be extrely careful. I absolutely cannot lose my little life..." Yan Xiaobao wore a very anxious expression on his face. He was wrapped in eight layers of leather coats and carried Big Fatty Zhang's huge black iron pot on his back. Although he was actually relatively thin, dressed in such a manner made him look almost spherical.
Yan Xiaobao left Xiangyun Peak with a very serious expression, heading toward the gate marked by the South Shore boundary. Along the way, many disciples who saw him were shocked by his unusual appearance.
The whole ti, he frowned miserably, waving goodbye to everyone he t whom he knew. Soon, he was approaching the gate, and then he saw two people already ahead of him. One was a young man sitting cross-legged in ditation. The other was a young woman pacing back and forth in front of the gate, but she hadn't noticed him yet, though she seed familiar.
"Du Lingfei?" he thought, a trace of shock on his face.
Just then, Du Lingfei also saw him, her jaw dropping. Then she noticed what he was wearing, furrowing her delicate eyebrows.
"Are you the last one in the team investigating Brother Hou's whereabouts?" she asked.
"Yes, what a coincidence..." he replied with a dry cough. Then he watched Du Lingfei walk toward the young man. Though his face showed no expression, a murderous aura burst from him, and the mont Yan Xiaobao saw him, he opened his eyes and glanced back with a mysterious smile.
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