As the silver energy began to pass through Yan Xiaobao’s body, a surge of silver light erupted from the young man ditating in stillness. His eyes remained closed, his brows tightly knit as he focused on the new energy.
Once he identified the patterns of this energy, he spun his cultivation base with his spiritual energy, gathering the unrestrained energy entering through his mouth, derived from the Holy Flower.
The Holy Flower he had consud earlier was entirely different from the one Yan Xiaobao just ingested. While the forr was older and more refined, the energy it produced was like that of Wu Wei, capable of refining golden energy so potent it could elevate soone to a King, skipping over several stars in rank.
However, for Yan Xiaobao, no such leap occurred. He was unable to refine or fully control most of the martial power and spiritual energy within him. However, Lan Feng had already absorbed as much as he could.
Now, thanks to the Holy Flower, Yan Xiaobao once again saw an opportunity to advance within the team. This ti, he could utilize every drop of the silver liquid, not to ntion the Qi Line.
When the central Dantian was already open, increasing one’s Qi vortex beca a Herculean task, as all the Qi would need to be used to refine spiritual energy. Yet, Yan Xiaobao gambled that the added Qi would last long enough for him to refine it properly.
With Yan Xiaobao spinning his cultivation base to its utmost limit, channeling his spiritual energy and Qi Line through his body to capture and bring the new energy back to his Dantian Cave and spiritual energy sea, his body radiated a silver sheen.
As waves of energy surged through the two Dantian People, Yin Xiaobao could feel the fusion of oceans within him. The foreign spiritual energy was transforming into his own, causing his cultivation base to surge upwards.
As Yan Xiaobao glowed with silver light, the young man opened his eyes, their silver glow flickering from within.
This glow was different from Sha Yun’s—it was pure energy, as his entire body brimd with spiritual energy and Qi.
Without saying a word, Yan Xiaobao quickly conjured six Qi Fans. His whole body was now drenched in sweat. This flower was indeed younger and less potent than the previous one, but for Yan Xiaobao, it was the most beneficial flower he could currently obtain. While controlling the Qi Fans, he continued channeling more and more Qi and spiritual energy into his two Dantian Caves, as silvery vapor rose from his skin and beads of sweat stread down his face.
Seeing the energy radiating out of Yan Xiaobao, everyone leapt onto a Qi Fan, taking to the skies at a speed far greater than before. It wasn’t about conserving Qi now; it was a race against ti. He was trying to escape the forest, then refine his newly acquired Qi Essence into spiritual energy.
Flying above the tree canopy, they encountered the sa scenery as the day before, as well as the day prior to that. But this ti, they held genuine hope they could escape the illusion.
This was an illusion designed to trap people. According to Xu Biao, it was one of the finest in the entire temple. Escaping it required either imnse power or extraordinary speed.
Two hours into their flight, Yan Xiaobao’s cultivation base reached the ninth star of the Master level. He had finally caught up to Deng Wu—achieving this with just one flower!
His cultivation base, having suddenly advanced, was far less stable than in the past. However, given their current predicant, the Hui Clan had no ti to worry about the stability of his cultivation base.
Slightly leaning forward, his face once again turned pale, the earlier sweat now streaming like rivulets. His clenched teeth and fists reflected the resolve with which he urged himself to move faster.
Three hours passed as Yan Xiaobao kept the Qi Fans moving at the sa speed as when they had set off. The Qi Water he had extracted from the flower was already depleted, leaving him once again reliant on his Qi vortex.
Four hours passed, and Yan Xiaobao was nearly at the brink of exhaustion. Yet, he could see the forest’s edge drawing closer—so close he could almost reach out and touch it.
Four and a half hours after setting off, Yan Xiaobao finally released the Qi Fans, allowing them to fade away. The group planted their feet on the path they had traversed days ago, in an area where the forest had suddenly erged.
As they landed, Yan Xiaobao was about to sit and recollect himself, the fatigue on his face evident. However, he couldn’t afford such luxuries, as twenty figures stood in their path. Each of them wore mismatched armor and carried weapons that were clearly scavenged from their previous victims.
"Well, if it isn’t Guild Master Xu," one of the n said with a malicious smile that conveyed no warmth, but rather a rabid ferocity. "What brings the esteed Guild Master into our midst?" he asked, though his expression suggested he already knew that Xu Biao was traveling with this group.
"Why did you use the Endless Forest illusion to trap us?" Xu Biao demanded, his tone lofty as he stared down at the rcenaries before him—rcenaries who were supposed to be his employees.
"Don’t take it the wrong way," the man replied from the front, still grinning as he gripped the Wolf Fang Club in his hand. "We’re just conducting business, that’s all. Our current assignnt is to block your path, and ideally, reduce the numbers in your little party."
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