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Yan Xiaobao stood in front of the energy ripples, feeling his heart racing. He knew that now he needed to be the most agile he had ever been in his life. As he infused more and more Qi into his body, he felt small wings forming on his feet; it signified that his abilities were being pushed to the limit.
It was now or never. If he had to start again from the beginning, Yan Xiaobao decided to take another tunnel toward the center, but his greed for that red liquid prepared him to give it his all as he darted into the distance.
His figure blurred, seemingly vanishing. The movent was so sudden that the group of experts observing him felt their minds go numb. His speed was awe-inspiring.
Though Yan Xiaobao was moving at an astonishing speed, it still wasn’t enough. He passed through the first set of energy without any problem, the second set with ease, and the third similarly. When he reached the fourth set, he managed to pass without being stopped, but for the first ti, he began to feel the energy wrapping around his body.
The sensation intensified as he traversed the fifth set of energy, and by the sixth, he could feel himself being tightly bound by the energy ripples. However, as he eyed the door growing closer, his gaze sharpened with determination. Extending his hand, Wu Wei erged from his grasp, and as he charged through the seventh set of energy, the door was forcibly opened.
At this mont, he felt as though he had run directly into a wall, but upon reaching the barrier, he forced Qi from his Dantian through his ridians using the Speed Flow technique.
As he pushed forward, his body erupted with power. His feet never faltered, nor did they slow; instead, they carried him across the other side of the room. He felt the energy ripples clinging to him, disappearing one by one. Even at his fastest speed, he managed to reach the door just in ti.
As he arrived, he heard a commotion behind him and turned his head to look. The Saint had returned, and as he glared at Yan Xiaobao, his eyes were filled with venom—a gaze that the young man couldn’t initially comprehend.
As he entered the door, he wasn’t overly concerned. If the Saint had failed once, he might fail again. Even if he managed to grasp the concept, Yan Xiaobao was prepared to confront him if martial arts attacks needed to be escalated.
Not wanting to dwell on what was happening behind him, Yan Xiaobao looked ahead and was surprised to see three letters floating in front of him.
Reaching out his hand, he picked up a sheet of paper, and as soon as his hand touched it, a flash of light appeared, along with an ancient voice. "This is the reward for defeating the transmission room."
Once the voice sounded, information poured into his mind. Slowly, the three texts dimd before collapsing to the floor. In Yan Xiaobao’s mind were three recipes.
Yan Xiaobao was shocked. What he had obtained were three recipes nad Celestial Alchemy. The first was the formula for the red liquid that allowed teleportation upon contact.
The second was nad "Dream of Tomorrow," which allowed one to sever their consciousness from their body. The Spiritual dicine would create a pocket dinsion where one’s consciousness could train while the body remained in a ditative posture. It lasted for an hour, but within the pocket dinsion, ti functioned differently—one drop of the liquid inside the dinsion equaled a full day for the consciousness.
The final formula was for a pill that enabled the body to absorb the Ancestor’s World Power.
The first two items required Yan Xiaobao’s pouch of dicinal herbs. They were the herbs he had collected from the dicine Room, though these herbs were ones Lan Feng had never seen before.
The dicinal plants for the Ancestor’s World Energy Pills were ingredients Yan Xiaobao knew and was familiar with. They were herbs from his own world.
"I believe treasures are distributed after successfully passing through each room," Lan Feng greedily licked his lips. These three recipes, though currently unusable because Yan Xiaobao was not an Alchemist, held imnse potential, leaving him entirely unsure of how to handle them.
"If we encounter that Saint, we’ll need to fight him," Lan Feng continued. "He’s acquired many treasures that could help us in the future. I have several ways to erase people’s mories." He grinned, his smug smirk reappearing on his lips, clearly very pleased with himself.
"Before we do anything else, let’s inspect the room ahead." He sighed as Yan Xiaobao shifted his focus from the speaking bird to the empty room.
The emptiness of the room made the young man uneasy. No matter how he observed it, all he could find was an absolutely vacant space; there were no energy ripples approaching him, no traps—nothing at all. Yet, this lack of anything didn’t frighten Yan Xiaobao.
He had successfully navigated through the midst of all these cultivators to erge as the current leader. Unfortunately, he couldn’t count on many others from his family reaching the room he was now in. The prior room had been exceedingly difficult to pass.
"I genuinely don’t feel anything in this room, but I know the Saint is about to arrive here. When he does, we’ll either have to fight him or let him go ahead of us. Since I find no significance in being here, let’s attempt to move forward. If anything happens, be ready to retreat imdiately."
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