Five days later.

Inside the cabin.

Wu Xian sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced the "Method of Spitting Durable and Enlightenment of Clearness".

In this state of practice, he vaguely felt that every time he inhaled, he absorbed a wisp of warm gas from the outside world and entered his body. Every time he exhaled, some heavy and negative things in his body were also cleared out with his breathing.

As he went back and forth, Wu Xian felt that his body was gradually warming up, and he also felt that his internal organs that were hit by a tooth pig began to recover faster.

I don't know how long it took.

Wu Xian slowly opened his eyes, then smiled on his face.

"It's been five days."

"I finally felt the spiritual energy and was able to officially practice the "Turbidden and Enlighten the Clear Method"."

"I am also a cultivator at the first level of Qi training now!"

"But I didn't expect that this technique would actually have the ability to speed up the recovery of the body. It felt that it was at least twice as fast as normal recovery. In this case, the internal injury that I had to recover from would take two months, but now it might only take about one month to heal."

He was a little happy.

Then he began to feel the traces of warm gas circling in the dantian in the lower abdomen.

"This should be the magic power in the description of the martial arts."

"But there are really few."

He shook his head, and then suddenly his expression moved.

He took the light green storage bag from his waist, and with a thought, a small light green bottle fell into his hands.

Putting the storage bag aside, Wu Xian looked at the spirit bottle, walked out of bed after a while, sat in front of the table, and placed the spirit bottle on the table.

"Look at whether my current mana can drive the Spirit Bottle to start creating the Vital Liquid."

He stretched out his right hand, held the Yuling Bottle, then closed his eyes and calmed down, and began to input mana into the Yuling Bottle.

The mana input was very slow, but in less than half an hour, Wu Xian's mana inputted nearly 90% of the mana into the spirit-nourishing bottle.

At this time, he obviously felt that the spirit-raising bottle was far from the limit of being able to bear it.

He stood up, sat cross-legged on the bed and started practicing. After his mana was sufficient again, he continued to input mana into the spirit-nourishing bottle.

After six times, after spending nearly three hours, he finally felt that the spiritual sacrificial bottle could no longer absorb magic power.

"It seems that the limit of the Spiritual Bottle today has reached. If you want to input mana, you have to let the Spiritual Bottle digest the mana absorbed today and convert it into the Vitality Liquid."

"We have to wait for tomorrow."

After Wu Xian continued to practice and replenished the almost exhausted mana in his body, he was surprised to find something:

"My mana limit has been slightly increased!?"

"It seems that this process of constantly outputting and replenishing mana can also play a role in cultivation."

"But the efficiency is still much worse than the running exercises, and practicing exercises is still the first shortcut to practicing!"

He concluded in his heart.

In the following time, Wu Xian was not only injecting magic power into the Spirit Bottle every day, but the rest of his time was constantly practicing the exercises.

This process may be boring in the eyes of ordinary people, but this process of "spouting turbidity and absorbing clearness" fascinated Wu Xian deeply, giving him a feeling of cleaning himself. Therefore, he has been obsessed with practice. Although sometimes he feels a little monotonous, he still persists in the end.

Fifteen days later.

In the afternoon, inside the cabin.

Wu Xian took the spirit bottle in front of him and looked at the scene inside the bottle.

I saw a drop of light green liquid placed in the bottle, and I could even see the light green light in the liquid.

"Is this the vital liquid that is not in the flow level?"

Wu Xian sighed.

Who would have thought that this inconspicuous drop was the result of a practitioner who inputs magic power for fifteen consecutive days?

He stood up, walked out of the hut, came to the front of the Lingmi Tree, then opened the bottle plug, and dripped the drop of vital spiritual liquid on the land under the Lingmi Tree.

He stood there and looked for a while, and found that the spirit rice tree did not suddenly grow faster, and then shook his head with a laugh.

"What am I thinking? How fast is it?"

"As a first-class low-grade spiritual plant, the spiritual rice tree has a growth cycle of six months. The vitality spiritual liquid can accelerate the growth time of one month, which means that if it wants to produce spiritual rice, it must at least be in February of the following year."

"Five months, long enough."

He sighed in his heart, then took a last look at Lingmi Shu, and then returned to the house.

After a while, Wu Xian, wearing a black casual outfit, walked out with a Feishuang sword on his back.

He went down the mountain.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, he met a team of patrol soldiers. He immediately called them to his side and said:

"Please help me prepare a carriage. I want to go back to the Nanli tribe."

"During the time I left, please be sure to protect the Lingmi Tree and not let outsiders break into Feiyun Peak."

"As for orders, Lord Wu!"

The soldiers said in unison.

Wu Xian nodded.

The carriage was prepared very quickly. In a short while, the captain of the soldier came over with a carriage. Wu Xian got on the carriage immediately. Seeing this, the captain of the soldier also got on the carriage and drove the carriage to set off.

Target-Nanli Tribe!

...

"Yunshan, have something to eat."

Wu Chenggong put a bowl of meat porridge in front of Bai Yunshan. He looked at his wife with distress, "Since his son left, you have not eaten well for days. See how you are hungry."

Bai Yunshan stared at the door in a daze, without saying a word, her face was a little thin, which made people feel pity.

Just as Wu Chenggong was about to persuade her, her eyes suddenly turned red:

"Old Wu, I regret it."

"The road to cultivation is difficult and lonely. Xiaoxian is only thirteen years old. Is it really good for him to send him to practice so early? He has never even played with other children a few times. If he waited until he was adults before sending him to practice, then his childhood would have no regrets."

"The sooner you practice, the better. How can you practice again when you become an adult? Isn't that delay?"

Wu Chenggong was amused and crying.

"Our family is full of yellow-level low-grade spiritual roots. Even if it is delayed, how can it be delayed?" Bai Yunshan said angrily.

"This...although it is true! But I believe my son will definitely make his own world."

"I want to see my son."

"It will disturb him."

"But……"

"elder brother!!"

A voice full of surprise and excitement came from outside, and Wu Chenggong and Bai Yunshan stood up with a flash.

"It's Xiaoxiang's voice! Why did she suddenly call him brother..."

Bai Yunshan's body trembled, and she felt a little unbelievable, worried that the sound she heard just now was a fragile auditory hallucination.

But Wu Chenggong has already gone out first.

The next moment, a happy voice came from outside:

"Haha, sister, I didn't expect that your brother will be back!"

"Just like the tools of ordinary blacksmiths, then you can use them casually."

Sun Desheng didn't care.

Wu Xian immediately showed joy.

It is naturally the best to save spirit stone fragments.

He didn't say much, and took the materials to the back of the refining yard. Sure enough, he saw three fire refining houses made of gray heat absorbing stones.

He looked at the three fire refining houses.

"I hope I won't fail for the first time refining the weapon."
Chapter completed!