Chapter 51

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"Xuanshui Pill, it's actually the Xuanshui Pill worth a fortune. How could Senior Beibei casually give him such a precious pill? Did he take it by mistake?" Wang Dong muttered to himself in surprise.

After a brief moment of shock, Wang Dong was about to return to bed when he suddenly thought of something. With a sigh, he walked to Huo Yuhao's bed, made a fist, and huffed, "You made me unable to sleep in my bed, huff, you just wait." As he spoke, he rolled up his bedding and stored it in his portable storage soul tool, then quietly left the dormitory, not knowing where he would go to rest.

Not long after Wang Dong left, the mist around Huo Yuhao's body gradually changed from a fresh scent to a foul odor, and the color became increasingly dark. Huo Yuhao's breathing also became more and more steady.

Huo Yuhao slept so soundly and comfortably that he was awakened by a sticky sensation. As soon as his consciousness returned, he couldn't help but sneeze loudly.

"Damn, it stinks! What is this smell?" Huo Yuhao sat up abruptly, instinctively thinking Wang Dong was playing a prank.

However, when he opened his eyes and looked at the opposite bed, he found it empty; Wang Dong wasn't in the dormitory at all.

The sky outside was still dark, but Huo Yuhao quickly noticed something was wrong. Everything in the dormitory was clearly visible, unaffected by the darkness.

He had this kind of vision before, but it required him to activate his soul power and release his Lingmou soul skill. But now, he hadn't used his soul skill at all!

Looking down, he saw that his school uniform had turned pitch black, and the foul smell was coming from it. The uncovered parts of his skin were also covered in a layer of black grime, as if he had fallen into mud and been pulled out and thrown here.

"Wang Dong can't hate me that much, right?" Huo Yuhao looked at his body in disbelief. When he got up, he noticed that his wooden bed was also evenly covered with a layer of black grime.

What on earth happened?

The smell from his body and the bed was unbearable. Without thinking, Huo Yuhao got out of bed, pushed open the dormitory window, and quickly rushed to the bathroom at the end of the hallway.

The grime on his body felt greasy, and it took him a good half an hour to clean the bed and wash his clothes.

When he sat back on the bed, Huo Yuhao looked utterly puzzled. Forget it, no point thinking about it. I'll ask Wang Dong tomorrow. I've already slept for half the night, wasted a lot of time, so I should meditate and practice quickly.

With that thought, he sat cross-legged and began to circulate his soul power according to the Xuantian Gong cultivation method.

Three seconds, just three seconds into his meditation, Huo Yuhao suddenly opened his eyes wide, his eyes full of disbelief.

"Am I dreaming?" Huo Yuhao was stunned, then quickly closed his eyes again.

Another three seconds, when he opened his eyes again, his face was filled with joy.

Indeed, something unbelievable had happened. When he entered the meditative state and circulated his soul power, he felt an unprecedented state. If his soul power circulation was like a snail crawling before, now it was at least as fast as a spider. His soul power circulation was at least three to five times faster. Moreover, his soul power itself had increased significantly, and the circulation was much smoother.

During the circulation of his soul power, a new and unprecedented sense of power spread throughout his body, as if all his meridians had opened up. The feeling was incredibly wonderful, and his limbs and bones felt a tingling sensation as if they were growing.

Huo Yuhao couldn't wait to close his eyes again and circulate his soul power. The reality proved that everything was real. Originally, it would take at least half an hour to complete one cycle of Xuantian Gong, but this time, Huo Yuhao completed it in less than a quarter of the time. Moreover, the increase in his soul power was several times greater than before, no longer increasing bit by bit but evolving in strands.

At the same time, through meditation, Huo Yuhao discovered that his meridians had become unprecedentedly smooth. The previously blocked and thin areas had been widened and thickened, and his meridians had a subtle elasticity, allowing the increased soul power to impact them without any danger.

Could I have undergone a complete transformation in just one night?

At this moment, he didn't want to think too much. Since he started practicing at the age of six, he had never experienced such a direct improvement. He was determined not to let go of this feeling. He continuously circulated his soul power, and the speed of Xuantian Gong's circulation continued to increase subtly. Under the nourishment of Xuantian Gong, his meridians began to feel warm and comfortable again.

Huo Yuhao didn't know how many cycles his soul power had completed. It wasn't until the sky outside gradually brightened and a hint of dawn appeared on the horizon that he came out of his meditative state.

His legs, which had been cross-legged for half the night, felt no stiffness or numbness. With a slight movement, he reached the window, gazing at the purple aura gradually rising in the east. His soul power naturally circulated to his Lingmou, and he began to practice the Zijin Motong.

The changes in his body and the increase in his soul power seemed to make everything different. When his Lingmou focused on the rising purple aura in the east, Huo Yuhao clearly felt something in his mind break open. His Lingmou generated an invisible suction force, absorbing the purple hue from the dawn like a whale drinking water.

His eyes felt warm on the surface and cool inside. Huo Yuhao felt his mental power extending outward, quickly surpassing his original limits. It extended to a radius of about forty meters before stopping. The purple hue in his eyes deepened, and his skin gained a lustrous glow. His spirit, energy, and vitality were completely different from the day before.

He exhaled a long breath of turbid air, completing the practice of Zijin Motong. Everything around him became even clearer. With a thought, his soul power returned, and his Lingmou returned to normal. His deep blue eyes became even brighter.

{Piaotian Literature}