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Upon returning to the Holy Son's Palace, Feng Zhi's first action was to enter the secluded cultivation room to prepare for refining the Divine Holy Spirit Mushroom.

He sat cross-legged and took the Ganoderma lucidum, which exuded a sacred aura, out of his ring.

The reason why Danyangzi was not asked to help with the refining was because the Extreme Dao Emperor Scripture contains a unique smelting method.

According to the Imperial Scripture, alchemy and elixir making are divided into divine refining, smelting refining, and the most traditional spiritual refining method.

Using the physical body as a furnace to forcibly extract the essence of medicine is a unique alchemy method of body cultivators. This is the process of refining without the need for a pill furnace, because their body's blood and qi are the best pill furnace.

When Bei Chenzi was refining Feng Zhi's imperial foundation, the method he displayed was called divine refinement, which only cultivators with profound cultivation could do.

Feng Zhi released the domineering power of his blood and qi, and a red divine light lit up the room, instantly igniting and boiling the air with a force.

The Qi and blood permeate the entire Ganoderma lucidum, crushing it into a medicinal liquid. Then, the liquid is enveloped and continuously rotated for tempering.

After eighty-one repeated refining processes, the blood energy was withdrawn, and the entire secluded cultivation room was instantly filled with a rich medicinal fragrance.

Feng Zhi clenched his right hand, and a ball of pure golden liquid floated in his palm.

Next to the medicinal liquid was a small clump of black impurities, which were the impurities accumulated by the miraculous medicine during its growth.

This is why it cannot be taken directly. Powerful cultivators are fine, as they can be directly dispersed by their immense cultivation, but his mother cannot do that.

Feng Zhi divided the medicine into six parts, and with a flick of his left hand, six jade medicine bottles appeared in mid-air.

He took the medicine bottle back. After all, this was a semi-sacred medicine, containing too much spiritual energy. He would take it in six doses to cleanse his meridians and meridians, and the medicinal properties would be just right.

Feng Zhi pushed open the door to the secluded training room. A night had passed, and it was now noon the next day.

The aroma of food wafted outside the hall. Feng Ting squatted at the door, holding two meat buns in her short little hands, clearly having been waiting for quite some time.

Upon seeing the commotion, the little girl immediately ran over.

Feng Zhi bent down and pulled his younger sister into his arms, then walked into the pavilion.

He'll settle his mother's matter and the incomplete magic technique first, then tomorrow he'll return to Beidou City and bring that guy Saint to the Holy Land.

Once he's finished dealing with these trivial matters, it's time for him to elevate his spiritual realm.

Those guys who came from the grand ceremony, with the powerful backing they have, might all reach the Purple Mansion and Eight Forbidden Realms after they go back and go into seclusion.

He didn't want to stagnate and wait to be beaten, so he set a goal: to reach the peak of the Core Formation stage and strive to break through to the Purple Mansion stage before going to the Feng family!

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After finishing his meal, Feng Zhi took out six medicine bottles and gave them to his mother.

"Mother, please keep these safe. Take one bottle every three days. Do not take more than three days. It is just right."

"You'll be a little genius by then," Feng Zhi said jokingly.

Feng Ting poked her head out from below and reached for the bottle, but Zhang Yu gently slapped her hand away.

"This is Mother's medicine, not candy." Zhang Yu carefully put the medicine bottle into his pocket and looked at Feng Ting with a deliberately fierce expression.

Then she looked up at Feng Zhi with a smile, "Forget about the little genius. I'll be content as long as I can live a few more years and watch over you all."

Feng Zhi didn't respond to that.

Feng Yang suddenly asked, "Are you planning to go back to Beidou City tomorrow?"

"Yes." Feng Zhi didn't hide it from him.

"Shengwu has a great physique, and we can't waste this talent. I plan to bring him to the Holy Land."

After saying that, Feng Zhi teased, "What? Are you reluctant to part with that old house? Should your son go and move that piece of land over here?"

"No, that's not it. The house was just transferred to someone else, so there's not much sentiment involved. I'm just asking you, Old Saint, what should we do?" Feng Yang's face showed a sigh.

Feng Zhi made a reassuring gesture.

"Let's bring them together. I've thought about it. I asked Chief Yang, and the Holy Land's weapon-refining hall is in dire need of experienced blacksmiths."

"His father's skills are considered master-level by ordinary standards; with a little guidance, one can master them."

Feng Yang was finally relieved. After so many years of friendship, he thought it would be a blessing to be able to meet again in the future.

"Brother, I want to go too."

Feng Ting clung to Feng Zhi's lap, muttering to herself.

Feng Zhi lowered his head and pinched her chubby little face: "We won't go far, just down the mountain, and we'll be back the same day."

"Then take Tingting with you."

"no."

Feng Ting's two chubby cheeks bulged out as she turned her head to the side.

Feng Zhi conjured up a piece of candy, waved it in front of her, then took it away. She turned her head back, grabbed the candy, and then turned away again.

Zhang Yu laughed out loud, got up and went to the kitchen to clear the dishes.

Feng Yang also stood up. "Your mother's medicine, she goes through a bottle every three days, right?"

"right."

"Then I'll watch her eat." After saying that, Feng Yang went to the courtyard, sat down on the futon, and began his useless cultivation.

Feng Zhi looked at the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy and didn't know what to say.

With your meager spiritual energy affinity, even if you cultivate for a hundred years, you'll only reach the fifth level of Refining Essence.

But there was no way to stop the old man from insisting.

He comforted Feng Ting until the little girl fell asleep in his arms before taking her back to her room.

Back in the seclusion room.

Feng Zhi took the black dragon's reverse scale out of the ring and examined it carefully.

The moment the divine sense touched the surface of the scales, it sensed an ancient and domineering aura emanating from their depths.

It was as if a colossal creature, perched in the starry sky, was watching him across endless ages.

"Is this the aura of a true dragon?"

Undeterred by the wind, he gazed at the mythical creature that seemed to exist yet also not.

When fighting Biyang, the oppressive aura emanating from the Golden Crow on his body was completely different from this aura.

The Golden Crow possesses a scorching, domineering, and magnificent power, like the sun itself.

The remaining dragon's might within this reverse scale is even more ancient and incredibly cold, carrying a ferocity reminiscent of the beginning of time.

He continued to probe the depths of the scales with his divine sense, and a fragmented stream of information entered his mind, like a page being torn from a complete ancient scripture, only to be replaced by a complete page on the next page...

Feng Zhi frowned and carefully examined the area.

The content was more incomplete than he had imagined.

The Reverse Scale contains several fragmented chapters, each lacking the most crucial method. They are fragmented and cannot be learned at all.

From a short passage with fragmented characters, Feng Zhi deduced that it must be the legendary True Dragon Breathing Technique.

This is the breathing cultivation method of the True Dragon Clan.

The physical structures of different races are different. Dragons do not have a dantian; their cultivation and magical power are all imprinted in every bone, flesh, and scale.

This is why the True Dragon race has such powerful physical bodies and strength. Apart from their rarity, they are arguably the most perfect race in the universe!

Even gods and holy spirits would most likely face certain death in a one-on-one confrontation with a true dragon!

Apart from the Primordial Ants among the Demon Race, there is almost no race that can contend with them in terms of strength and physical strength!