Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 235 Dreaming Again
"Senior Brother Qi?"

The moment Xu Yunfan threw half of the hardest bone from the giant snake, Qi Huan instinctively retreated seven steps.

The bone, casually tossed by the young man, embedded itself three zhang into the rock layer, and the surging energy from the cracks lifted the surrounding rubble into the air.

What terrifying control this is!
Even the elders of Tiangong Cave would probably be unable to catch such a casual toss!
Xu Yunfan was somewhat surprised and looked Qi Huan up and down.

"This is a precious treasure, don't you want it?"

"...Thank you."

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been scorched by thunder and fire, and the muscles beneath his blue scales convulsed uncontrollably.

As Xu Yunfan turned to deal with another snake head, Qi Huan, looking at the still surging, unquenched blood and smoke behind the young man, suddenly felt a pang of pity for those arrogant disciples of the Xuanzhen Sect.

These people probably have no idea what kind of ferocious beasts they are about to face.
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In the days that followed, Qi Huan became extremely numb.

Xu Yunfan seemed completely unconcerned about whether the true disciples of those top sects had left or left the secret realm, and instead proceeded step by step at his own pace.

The stronger these demons are, the more vital energy they contain in their flesh and blood, especially this nine-headed hydra demon.

Each time he ate the roasted flesh, he felt warm all over.

He silently watched Xu Yunfan's astonishing daily appetite from the side, remaining completely silent.

Xu Yunfan consumed nearly 600 pounds of flesh and blood every day, and then began to practice martial arts frantically, becoming more and more enthusiastic as he practiced, without sleep or rest.

On this day, inside a naturally formed cave.

He sat cross-legged over the campfire, holding a large piece of sizzling, oily snake meat, roasting it and eating it in big bites.

With a bite and a turn of his head, Xu Yunfan tore off a large piece of meat, rubbed his teeth along the roasted meat a few times, and then swallowed it. His eating speed was extremely astonishing.

"Your grilling skills have improved today, but it's a bit lacking in spiciness. I remember there are a few baskets of wild chili peppers at the foot of the mountain. You can pick some and use them to make a spicy flavor tomorrow."

Qi Huan's eyes twitched slightly upon hearing this, but seeing Xu Yunfan looking over, he could only nod.

"I understand."

For the past two weeks, Xu Yunfan has been eating to his heart's content, and he naturally left the task of roasting meat and blood to Qi Huan.

Practicing martial arts every day, where would one find a lot of time to do this kind of thing?

Seeing that Xu Yunfan had eaten and drunk his fill, Qi Huan finally couldn't help but ask, "Since I met you, you haven't slept for almost two months. Do you really think you can get enough sleep by meditating?"

Xu Yunfan thought for a moment, glanced at the little snake meat left, and nodded slightly: "I really need to get some sleep tonight."

Currently, the progress of the Thousand-Pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique is more than three-fifths complete, with a proficiency level of 3018, and the Pure Yang Qi Gong has reached 2790.

The Linzi technique has now accumulated only 92 points.

This kind of secret method that focuses on spiritual cultivation is extremely slow if you rely solely on your own diligent practice, but you cannot stop practicing it. If you practice it every day without interruption, one day it will transform into a profound foundation that will eventually be unleashed.

There's very little snake meat left; after we eat it tomorrow, we'll have to set off again.

This place is truly a sacred place for spiritual practice.

Xu Yunfan couldn't help but look back at the place where the mountain range converged and spiritual energy gathered.

A month has passed since the slaying of the Hydra, and the primordial energy that was once surging like mist below has become pitifully thin.

His cultivation method, which is so unrestrained and disregards the recovery speed of the mountain's terrain and ley lines, naturally results in an extremely fast cultivation speed.

As dusk fell, the setting sun shone like blood. Xu Yunfan stood on the edge of a cliff atop the mountain, gazing at the distant peaks where crimson clouds surged, and could faintly hear a whooshing sound, as if the mountains themselves were rippling.

There, an even more ferocious prey lies dormant.

Qi Huan, who was standing nearby, felt a slight jolt in his heart when he saw Mu Shi's reassurance.

"Tell me, what kind of demon is that huge thing lurking there?"

Before he could think of anything, he heard Xu Yunfan's soft voice.

Qi Huan pursed his thin lips, wanting to remain silent, but under Xu Yunfan's oppressive power, he had no choice but to speak: "When I followed my instincts and came this way before, that place gave me an extremely strong sense of fear, which forced me to change course until I met Brother Xu."

Xu Yunfan nodded slightly, and after a while, he spoke again: "Tell me, where did these demons come from? The spiritual energy in this secret realm is abundant, but from my observation of the mountain terrain and the earth's veins, there is no soil that can give birth to these demons."

"This... I really don't know."

Xu Yunfan didn't expect Qi Huan to be able to answer. The number of demons in this secret realm was astonishing. In recent days, besides practicing martial arts, the demonic aura of the nine-headed hydra had gradually dissipated, and many demons had already rushed over for the spiritual energy gathering nodes.

Unfortunately, none of them were a match for Xu Yunfan.

Even the aura contained within the demonic flesh and blood, now that the mastery of the Thousand-Pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique has increased and one's own physique has improved accordingly, is no longer felt to be enhanced at all.

That night, under Qi Huan's relieved gaze, Xu Yunfan finally fell asleep with the Thunderfire Qilin Hammer as his pillow. Just as he was about to get up, a strange force suddenly pushed him out of the cave.

"I don't like having anyone beside me when I sleep."

Upon hearing Xu Yunfan's soft voice in his ear, Qi Huan's expression stiffened slightly. He remained silent and casually found a spot where tree branches intersected to lie down.

After Xu Yunfan fell into a deep sleep, the dragon scale armor he was wearing seemed to be affected by some kind of force. It trembled slightly, the armor plates slowly interlaced, and the overall armor became much looser, no longer fitting Xu Yunfan's body.

Then, the Extreme Dao Remains binding Xu Yunfan's body into a vest began to slowly wriggle again, and the surrounding Yuanling aura began to continuously pour into the remains like a whale swallowing its prey.

The veins on the skin, clearly visible, became even more pronounced.

The remains of the extreme path, tightly pressed against the ribs, suddenly emitted a faint, glassy light.

As the skin, stripped of flesh and blood, began to absorb spiritual energy, it revealed a translucent, icy texture. The meridians beneath the skin, faintly visible like a galaxy, flowed with a faint fluorescence, and at this moment, as the primordial spiritual energy poured in, they shimmered with a bluish-green halo.

Her skin, smooth and supple like mutton fat, was almost touching every inch of Xu Yunfan's body.

'You have been possessed in a dream by an unknown powerful being.'

When Xu Yunfan opened his eyes, the scenery suddenly became clear.

He was standing on the edge of a cold pool.

The pool reflects nine solitary peaks as straight as swords, and the clouds and mist on the peaks condense into the shape of a blue phoenix spreading its wings. When it spreads its wings, the frost flakes scattered under the sunlight refract into fine rainbow light.

A woman dressed in plain white clothes stood barefoot on the lowest sword-shaped peak, her wide sleeves billowing in the mountain wind, like a kite ready to take flight at any moment.

The bronze sword hairpin that was tucked diagonally into her hair was no more than three inches long.

"Defeat me, and I'll let you go, huh?!"

The woman suddenly spoke, her voice like an icy spring gurgling over stones, yet carrying the chilling sharpness of metal striking stone, and uttering a questioning sound full of spirituality.

The moment she slowly turned around, the Crimson Fire Dragon-Swallowing Mace on Xu Yunfan's back suddenly trembled like a dragon's roar, its dragon scales opening and closing uncontrollably as if in anger.

(End of this chapter)