Chapter 9

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Ye Bai's misfortune had only just begun. Over the next few days, every search would result in some unexpected incident. There would always be a beast that would rush out, madly defending everything within its territory, launching fierce attacks on Ye Bai. Each time, Ye Bai could only flee in a panic, with little to show for his efforts.

The most terrifying incident occurred while he was picking a Seven-Star Flower on a cliff face. A group of Iron-Winged Eagles descended from the sky, surrounding and blocking Ye Bai. Their feather-like steel needles rained down on his spirit shield, instantly piercing through his defenses. Fortunately, Ye Bai was quick-witted and immediately threw out a Mist Charm to obscure the Iron-Winged Eagles' vision. He then took the opportunity to slip into the dense forest and escape.

"Tricked! It's all a lie! They said that as long as one reaches the Fifth Layer of Qi Cultivation, they can come here to explore. When I return, I will definitely expose these shameless seniors for deceiving junior disciples into coming here to die!"

Rushing back to his cave, Ye Bai endured the pain of pulling out the feather needles from his body, applied medicine to his wounds, and cursed loudly.

In fact, he had wronged the seniors. Their intention was for the disciples to go in groups, supporting each other and dealing with adverse situations together. They never imagined that Ye Bai would face the entire small world alone.

Moreover, although Ye Bai had reached the Eighth Layer of Qi Cultivation, it was due to a stroke of luck. His actual combat ability was still at the Fifth Layer, or even lower. This was partly because he had always buried himself in cultivation without concerning himself with worldly affairs.

Ye Bai's mind worked quickly. After calming down, he soon realized this and had a clearer understanding of his own strength.

In the past, he had always been puzzled by Senior Brother Lian Yeyu of Canglang Peak, who wandered the mortal world, thinking it a waste of time and that it would be better to close himself off for cultivation. Now, he realized how naive he had been.

Cultivators strive against fate. They compete for resources, magical treasures, opportunities, and a sliver of hope for survival. But without the means to subdue demons, what can they compete with? Having a body full of magical power and cultivation but being poor at combat will eventually lead to one's downfall.

Since joining Lianyun Dao Sect, he had lived a rather carefree life. With his teachers and seniors handling everything, he only needed to focus on cultivation, as if he had returned to his carefree teenage years. But this ease had eroded his competitive spirit. His thoughts might have become purer and closer to the Dao, but they did not align with the law of the jungle.

Thinking about this, Ye Bai had a moment of enlightenment. He replayed the events of the past few days in his mind, carefully analyzing them, and quickly identified many mistakes. Some problems that could have been solved with spells and techniques were missed due to slow reactions, and some spells were used too simply and monotonously. If he had combined several spells, their power would have increased.

Unfortunately, these insights could only be had after the fact. Combat experience cannot be accumulated in a short time. After much consideration, Ye Bai decided to further enhance his cultivation. This would improve his spiritual senses, reactions, and the power of his spells.

After checking the surroundings of his cave and finding no abnormalities, Ye Bai entered the newly opened training room on the left side of the cave. Using the Object Manipulation Technique, he sealed the door with stones.

Gritting his teeth, he took out three Essence Yuan Pills, threw them into his mouth, and immediately felt a surge of heat and a flood of yuan energy. He quickly sat down in a cross-legged position and began to breathe deeply.

In the dead silence, Ye Bai's breathing gradually steadied, and the yuan energy released from the pills and the yuan energy in the air were continuously absorbed by him.

While Ye Bai was meditating with his eyes closed, the purple dot between his eyebrows reappeared, seemingly more solid than before, no longer feeling like a fuzzy ball. Branch-like fine lines spread throughout his body, forming a completely different meridian map.

The white dragon-like qi flow in Ye Bai's body, influenced by these fine lines, transformed into white light points and merged into the purple lines. After a few breaths, they turned into purple qi flow and spread throughout his body. Ye Bai was completely unaware of all this.

After about half a day, the yuan energy in the Essence Yuan Pills was completely dissipated, and Ye Bai regained consciousness. He frowned, clearly feeling the difference in his body. In the past, although he would feel a surge of yuan energy after taking the pills, most of it would dissipate into the air without being fully absorbed.

This time, however, although some still dissipated, the majority was absorbed, and he could clearly feel the increase in his internal yuan energy. His body even felt a slight shortness of breath and chest tightness, a phenomenon that only occurred when the room's spiritual energy was excessively absorbed.

After much speculation, he still couldn't figure out the reason. Could it be that his physical资质 had been improved by the thunder yuan energy? Reflecting on his recent experiences, this seemed the most plausible explanation. Clearly, he had completely forgotten about the purple bead.

His original资质 was extremely poor, and his ability to absorb pills was far inferior to that of the talented disciples. "Sword Master" Bu Yuan often sighed after giving him a bottle of pills, saying, "Well, consider it as having a few more disciples." This was the best proof.

This was also the reason he had been reluctant to take the three bottles of Essence Yuan Pills.

Ye Bai stood up, walked a few steps in the room, thought for a moment, and then swallowed another three Essence Yuan Pills, sitting down to cultivate again.

Half a day passed quickly, and Ye Bai woke up from his surprise. There should be no mistake; his internal yuan energy had made significant progress, and his body's ability to absorb pills was clearly different from before. Regardless of the reason, this was a good thing.

Time in the mountains passed quickly. Three months later, Ye Bai was still quietly cultivating. These three months had seen significant progress, and he was clearly approaching the threshold of the Ninth Layer, just waiting for the right opportunity.

On this day, while meditating, Ye Bai clearly felt the surge of yuan energy, which caused a buzzing sensation. His six senses lost their usual sensitivity, as if he were not in the quiet training room but in a bustling market. Despite this, his spirit remained unusually calm, giving him a feeling of being separated from his body, with an unbearable pain and itching that almost made him cry out.

Ye Bai knew that if he shouted at this moment, he would fail. He quickly took out the last bottle of Essence Yuan Pills, not even counting them, and swallowed them all.

"Boom—Boom—" The flood of yuan energy in his body surged again, washing through every inch of his meridians.

A moment later, Ye Bai tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood. The raging yuan energy finally subsided, and his six senses gradually recovered, becoming even more sensitive than before. He could even detect the faint traces of the thin spiritual energy in the surrounding air, a mysterious and profound sensation.

"I was too hasty. Although I advanced to the Ninth Layer this time, I took too many pills at the end, and the absorption of spiritual energy was too rapid, causing some damage to my body. I need a few days to recover," Ye Bai wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and thought to himself.

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