C169 Medicinal Garden(2)

“Hurry up and start cultivating! The energy from the spirit herbs is way more precious than the natural energy around us!” Zhiwu suddenly said to Woo Zhengyang before sitting down cross-legged.

Just as Zhengyang was about to sit, he saw a giant hand of energy reaching for him. Before he could react, the hand grabbed him and tossed him aside. He heard Zhiwu’s disdainful voice say, “Cultivate separately, you idiot!”

Frustrated but helpless, Zhengyang sat cross-legged, ready to begin his cultivation. Suddenly, an idea struck him. The Ice Crystal Fire Hall emerged from the center of his forehead, transforming into a glowing point that floated in mid-air.

Although the hall itself didn’t need natural energy, the people inside, like Bing'er and the others, did. Over the years, the energy inside had become quite scarce. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhengyang intended to replenish it with the precious spirit energy available.

As soon as the Ice Crystal Fire Hall appeared, its built-in absorption array began to operate, continuously gathering spirit energy and storing it at a speed Zhengyang could never match.

“Wow... how did so much spirit energy suddenly appear?” Huo'er’s voice echoed in his mind.

Zhengyang gave a brief explanation, and Bing'er and the others were thrilled. If Zhengyang hadn’t stopped them, they might have rushed out in excitement.

The speed at which the Ice Crystal Fire Hall absorbed energy was astonishing, so Woo Zhengyang had to find a new spot to sit cross-legged and begin his cultivation. The spiritual energy emitted by the herbs acted like a potent elixir, converting to genuine energy at a rate far surpassing that of the natural world.

As soon as the Sword Sacrificing Spell was activated, Woo Zhengyang felt the void within him fill completely, with energy continuing to pour in, reaching unprecedented levels of concentration. Without hesitation, he began refining his sword-shaped genuine energy. Under such pressure, the refinement process was remarkably smooth.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Woo Zhengyang's cultivation advanced from the early to the mid-stage of the Eighth Heaven of the Refining Vein. Half an hour later, he reached the late stage, and an hour after that, he stood at the peak of the Eighth Heaven.

Woo Zhengyang wasn't about to waste this opportunity; he immediately set his sights on breaking through to the Ninth Heaven. For many cultivators, this transition is the most challenging, as it requires simultaneously opening the six meridians, unlike the sequential opening of the five organs. This process demands a long period of accumulation and refinement, with repeated attempts to gain experience, and often the aid of elixirs to succeed.

For Woo Zhengyang, the sword-shaped genuine Qi perfectly solved the problem. With a continuous influx of energy as backup, he effortlessly connected his six internal organs. Woo Zhengyang continued to absorb energy, filling the void left by his advancement, and then proceeded to refine the sword-shaped genuine Qi further.

As the rules of the world shifted, the formation failed, and the energy from the herb garden began to dissipate rapidly. Two hours later, Woo Zhengyang clearly felt the energy around him had thinned significantly. After another half hour, the surrounding energy was barely stronger than the ambient energy of the world, prompting Woo Zhengyang to stand up.

At this point, Woo Zhengyang's cultivation was at the late stage of the ninth level of vein refinement, just a step away from the peak, which left him slightly disappointed. If others knew that Woo Zhengyang had advanced from the eighth to the late ninth level of vein refinement in just a few hours and still felt regret, they would be astounded. It's well-known that the further one progresses in cultivation, the harder it becomes. Many people are stuck between the eighth and ninth levels for a year without any progress, let alone advancing continuously.

Returning to his previous spot, Woo Zhengyang stored the Ice Crystal Fire Palace within his inner space.

"Young Master, this time the energy pool of the Ice Crystal Fire Hall has stored one percent!" Bing'er's voice echoed.

"One percent?"

"Hehe... Don't underestimate that one percent, young master. If it were Heaven and Earth Vital Energy, the Ice Crystal Fire Hall would need to run its formation for decades just to store half of it!"

Woo Zhengyang was utterly amazed. He hadn't had the chance to thoroughly study the Ice Crystal Fire Hall yet, but he knew the energy pool's reserves were beneficial not only for Bing'er but also for himself. He had witnessed the speed at which the Ice Crystal Fire Hall absorbed energy, and it had only stored one percent of the energy pool. Just how vast was this energy pool?

Still in shock, Woo Zhengyang heard Bing'er's voice again, "Young master, just wait for the surprise we have for you!"

"Surprise?" Woo Zhengyang asked, puzzled.

"Hehe... It's a secret. You'll find out soon enough!"

Woo Zhengyang had already noticed that whether it was Loong Zhiwu at the Shape Gathering Stage or these ancient girls, they all shared a fondness for mystery. Since they said it was a secret, there was no point in asking further.

At that moment, Loong Zhiwu stood up and walked over...