Chapter 8

As Meng Fan opened the cloth wrapping, a tempting medicinal fragrance wafted over, instantly changing Xin Lan's expression. She covered her mouth and exclaimed in surprise.

"Ah, the Hundred Herb Grass, where did you get it!?"

A second-grade spirit herb naturally made the conscientious Xin Lan extremely surprised.

Scratching his head, Meng Fan said in a serious tone, "While I was practicing outside today, I saw it on a mountain path by chance and secretly picked it."

Hearing Meng Fan's answer, Xin Lan looked at him with doubt. Picked outside? A second-grade spirit herb was so precious that if it were found outside, many people would be after it. But Meng Fan had encountered it so casually; this luck was a bit too good.

However, although she was hesitant, Xin Lan did not suspect much. After all, Meng Fan had always been very obedient, and he never did anything out of line except when someone mentioned his father.

After a moment of contemplation, Xin Lan took the Hundred Herb Grass and said softly,

"This thing is too precious, but since you've obtained it, I'll make it into a soup for you tomorrow. As for me, you are a cultivator, and I believe you can achieve better results in the clan competition!"

Knowing that Xin Lan would definitely not eat the Hundred Herb Grass for his sake, Meng Fan sighed inwardly but remained silent. At worst, he would secretly pour the soup into Xin Lan's water after she boiled it.

After the meal, Meng Fan went straight to his room. After all, he had consumed a lot of energy from a day of cultivation, and all he wanted now was to sleep.

Lying on his small bed, Meng Fan reached into his chest and took out the two remaining items, carefully examining the black bead in his hand. The black bead now looked the same as before, just a hard stone, with no discernible difference.

But last night, his injuries had fully healed, and he had recovered all his energy.

There must be something different!

Meng Fan's brows furrowed slightly. As he pondered, his eyes suddenly lit up. If there was any difference, it must be because there was blood on his chest last night.

Biting his lip, Meng Fan bit his finger, and a drop of blood appeared. He gently touched the black bead with it.

However, to Meng Fan's disappointment, the black bead did not emit the bright light it had last night and remained the same as before.

"Damn, broken bead!"

Meng Fan muttered, his face slightly gloomy. He couldn't believe that the almost miraculous event from last night didn't happen again. He clenched his fist, feeling a bit angry, and the weak essence energy in his body flowed out unconsciously.

At that moment, the weak essence energy in Meng Fan's palm touched the black bead, and the black bead suddenly flashed. A warm force flowed out from the black bead and slowly entered Meng Fan's body.

This thing is truly extraordinary; it needs to absorb the essence energy from my body!

Meng Fan was greatly surprised. He slightly closed his palm, and the remaining essence energy in his body merged with the black bead. At the same time, a strange energy flowed from the black bead, making Meng Fan's meridians feel warm.

Sitting cross-legged, Meng Fan remained motionless. Under the bright moonlight, a faint glow could be seen emanating from his skin, clear and bright.

After a full half an hour, Meng Fan opened his eyes, his pupils flashing with a sharp light. He was astonished to find that all the fatigue in his body had vanished, and he was filled with renewed vigor. Moreover, his meridians seemed to have expanded slightly and become more robust!

How is this possible? The event from last night has happened again!

His pupils constricted, and Meng Fan stared at the bead in a daze. Although he didn't know what the bead was, he had a premonition that his greatest gain from climbing the mountain yesterday was not the Hundred Herb Grass, but this ordinary-looking black bead.

Excitedly, Meng Fan didn't hesitate. He placed the bead back on his chest and immediately ran out.

On a normal day, Meng Fan would have been fast asleep on his small bed by now, exhausted. But now, with his energy restored, it was a good time for cultivation!

In the open space, under the moonlight, a figure appeared, moving like a monkey, agile and performing various complex movements. Sweat dripped down, wetting his green robe, but more often, there were excited laughs!