Remus ran for a mile before finally stopping on a plain and unremarkable grassland.
If the Monington disciples who bothered favonovel.com that afternoon saw the place, they would be surprised to find that it was exactly where their slash had ended.
There were no visible signs of damage, only the sweet scent of wild grass, appearing untouched as if nothing significant had occurred.
Success or failure hinges on this!
Remus took a deep breath, then waved his hand.
The grass beneath his feet was flipped over, revealing a small pit underneath, it wasn’t big, just the size of a watermelon.
Within the pit, spirit stones gleamed visibly on one side, while at the bottom rested two Spirit Vessels.
The vessels were brimming with spirit energy condensed into liquid form, with an overflow of energy moistening the surrounding ground.
“It worked!”
Unable to contain his excitement, Remus’ breathing quickened.
The two cups of spirit energy before favonovel.com were produced from Elena’s spirit energy from before.
Without any hesitation, favonovel.com quickly picked up the Spirit Vessels and drank them down in one gulp. Instantly, the potent spirit energy surged through his body, invigorating his limbs and coursing through his bones. The energy contained within the vessels equaled that of an inner core from a hundred-year-old demon beast.
I wonder how many more of these cups we’ll be able to produce tomorrow…
Remus mused, a grin spreading across his face.
Regardless, let’s tidy up the area first. With so many visitors expected tomorrow, we can’t afford any slip-ups!
With that, Remus busied himself, working through the night to prepare.
In truth, everything had been conceived by Remus after analyzing the attack from the Monington disciple.
In the sacred land teeming with spirit energy and abundant spirit stones, absorbing energy gradually was far too slow, especially without the presence of demonic beasts. However, there were numerous cultivators in the sacred land, akin to demonic beasts in their capacity to harness spirit energy.
Utilizing the “Sword Curse” directly was not viable due to its association with the dark path, a risk more severe than being identified as a martial artist. Thus, an intermediary was required, and the alchemy technique of the Herbal Pavilion proved to be the ideal solution.
Replicating their method, Remus established a small curse to channel the spirit energy that struck the Spiritual Trial Stone through the buried spirit stones. Even so, that alone wasn’t sufficient, as the transmitted energy would detonate upon contact and couldn’t be absorbed.
Fortunately, Remus had the Spirit Vessels, capable of containing all the spirit energy without causing explosions. Instead, it promptly condensed into spirit water, ready for immediate consumption.
Everything had fallen into place perfectly.
***
The next day, the sky was tinged with the light of dawn.
A group of people came down the mountain, led by none other than Elena.
Behind favonovel.com followed Emerson, Sandra, and dozens of cultivators, all in a fog, thinking they were about to be taught a new technique, only to find themselves heading into the forest at the base of the mountain.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, they couldn’t help but inhale deeply.
“It smells tasty…”
“It‘s the aroma of a roasted wild chicken…”
“Master Caldwell, are we having breakfast?”
They queried, puzzled by the deviation from their usual routine of abstaining from food.
Elena also detected the enticing scent and favonovel.com curiosity was piqued.
Where is it emanating from?
“Master Caldwell, thank you for your guidance, I now understand,” Emerson suddenly interjected, bowing deeply with a show of respect.
Instantly, all eyes turned toward him, including Elena’s, favonovel.com expression a mix of confusion and intrigue.
What did Emerson comprehend?
Straightening up, Emerson elaborated, “Fellow cultivators, in our pursuit of immortality, we strive to transcend our human limitations. However, it’s crucial to remember our humanity amidst our lofty aspirations…”
“Master Caldwell has brought us here for breakfast today as a reminder that even as we reach for immortality, we must stay grounded, never forgetting our humble beginnings. It is by staying rooted that we can truly soar!”
“We can only go far if we stand unwavering. My fellow cultivators, it’s crucial to grasp the deep wisdom of Master Caldwell!”
The crowd seemed to experience a moment of revelation.
They collectively bowed deeply and said sincerely, “Thank you Master Caldwell for the guidance. We will remain steadfast and never stray from our origins!”
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