Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 167 (187-188): Raising a Dragon in the South, Stealing from Heaven withered spirits, the Empress offering herself (Two chapters combined, please subscribe)
"Since the Ming Dynasty, spiritual energy has been largely depleted, and the cultivation world has entered the Dharma-ending Age."

"However, water flows downhill, and when a great river dries up, the puddles in the lowlands often accumulate very little water."

The Linglang Cave, inside the Sutra Repository.

As the peak master, Zhao Wuji sat in the pavilion, flipping through an ancient book that described the formation of the world in the end of Dharma, in order to gain a clearer understanding of the Great Wilderness.

Since the peak master left, he has spent most of his time in the Scripture Pavilion reading ancient books, except when he is managing the dragon vein and cultivating.

"If all cultivators are like fish in a pond, even if there is shallow water, they are nothing more than fish on a chopping board... But in this world, there are always people who are unwilling to be those fish waiting to die."

A powerful being, unwilling to perish with the drying up of the water, employed formations and spells.

Even cruel sacrificial methods were used to preserve water in the puddles and delay their drying up, ultimately creating an oasis in the desert and forming a surviving paradise.

"By using formations and cruel sacrificial methods, the spiritual energy was preserved, eventually creating an oasis in the desert and forming a grotto-heaven."

Zhao Wuji pondered the nature of this cruel sacrificial method and couldn't help but think of Zhang Sichen.

This cannibalistic emperor, who didn't even spare his own descendants, used sacrificial methods to preserve his grotto, which is probably similar in nature.

"Humans are still human, especially powerful cultivators who have achieved great strength. They will not accept the complete formation of the Dharma End, so they forcibly reverse the laws of spiritual energy fluctuations in various ways to preserve spiritual energy."

Zhao Wuji asked himself a question.

If he had finally cultivated to the Nascent Soul stage, would he be willing to perish along with the depletion of spiritual energy?

The answer is naturally no, and they will definitely struggle.

The struggles that occurred during this period have led to the current state of the Dharma-ending Age world.

He continued flipping through the pages.

"The Dharma-ending Age is governed by the law of cause and effect; where there is a Dharma-ending Age, there will inevitably be a period of flourishing spiritual energy."
The Dharma-ending Age is like sand scorched by the blazing sun; even the celestial paradises are but shallow depressions barely clinging to life...

Each of the major grotto-heavens used various methods to slow down the evaporation of spiritual energy, causing the spiritual veins to petrify and dry up.

They even resorted to warfare and plunder to turn small puddles into large ones, hoping to survive until a time of flourishing spiritual energy.

"Plunder and resource competition are the unwavering themes of the human world."

Zhao Wuji shook his head, thinking to himself, "That's true. How can a small puddle support a true dragon?"
The grotto-heavens formed by the six ancient spiritual veins of the Xuanming Dynasty must have been obtained through cunning and force.

Today, they are using a bloody and cruel method to extract the dragon veins and energy of neighboring small countries to forcibly protect and continue their lineage, resisting the end of the Dharma.

This is why the Wang family was able to support a Golden Core cultivator, and why Zhang Sichen's hatred and resistance arose.

The peak master's return to the Wang family is to go to the more prosperous environment that the Golden Core True Person has worked so hard to create.

It's true that people strive for higher positions.

However, it is foreseeable that the higher one climbs in the future, the fiercer and more dangerous the competition will be, since resources are limited.

He turned to the last page of the ancient book.
"In past dynasties, it is suspected that powerful cultivators had already foreseen the process of spiritual energy depletion and thus sealed themselves within the spiritual veins when the signs appeared, thus avoiding calamity."

Even more remarkably, emperors built imperial tombs, filled with numerous spiritual treasures, and set up grand celestial arrays, using dragon veins to gather spiritual energy in an attempt to prolong life and evade spiritual calamities.

"Could this be referring to the ancient cultivator Huang Shang?" Zhao Wuji asked in surprise. "Could it be referring to Qin Shi Huang later on?"

He couldn't help but shake his head, feeling it was too absurd.

The Qin Dynasty is too far removed from the present day.

It is highly unlikely that Qin Shi Huang is still alive.

This ancient book, no matter how you look at it, every word and line screams "cannibalism!"
In this degenerate age, there is no mercy, only the law of the jungle.

"Master Zhao"

Just then, Old Hu's voice came from the side of the Sutra Repository.

Zhao Wuji turned his head in surprise and saw Old Hu from the Sutra Repository walking over with a jade slip in his hands, smiling as he handed it to him.

"This is my recipe for Drunken Immortal Wine. I am willing to offer this recipe as a fitting tribute to a hero."

Zhao Wuji was surprised. "What, Steward Hu, are you trying to curry favor with me to get some more Golden Goblet Wine? I don't have much of that precious wine left."

"that is not"

Old Hu hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, then chuckled and said, "I've been saving the gourd you gave me last time, and I haven't finished it yet."

This wine recipe is presented to you as a token of my gratitude for restoring the dragon vein and stabilizing the spiritual energy of the grotto-heaven. Your efforts are truly invaluable!

"Well, old man Hu, I like to hear your kind words."

Zhao Wuji laughed heartily, put away the wine recipe, then put down the ancient book, selected a few other ancient books, and went downstairs to leave.

Currently, among the second Yin-Yang Beads, only the Yang Bead still has the last set of tadpole-like characters for the Earthly Fiend Technique yet to be deciphered.

If the secret is deciphered, then the entire spell of the second set of Yin-Yang beads will be revealed.

Therefore, he will now prepare to unlock the third set of Yin-Yang beads.

"The Yin energy within the second Yin Pearl has now accumulated over 15,000 strands, while the Yang energy within the Yang Pearl has accumulated over 8,000 strands."
These are more than eight thousand strands of yang energy.

Half of it was obtained by absorbing spiritual energy from the level-four spiritual veins of the Tiannan Secret Realm, and the other half was obtained by absorbing dissipated dragon energy.

Zhao Wuji walked out of the Sutra Repository, pondering.

"Yin and Yang energies are manageable. I can now guide the power of the stars. In my daily cultivation, I can guide the radiance of the sun and moon to accumulate dozens of units of Yin and Yang energies. It's only a matter of time before I've accumulated enough."

"Only the Yin Marrow and Yang Marrow are missing. Two Yin Marrows are missing and one Yang Marrow is missing. Zhang Sichen must have the missing Yang Marrow."
pity"

Looking at the distant Cold Moon Peak, Zhao Wuji sighed.

Four months have passed, and the envoy Wang Zheng still hasn't found Zhang Sichen's whereabouts.
He had successfully reconnected the dragon vein, which had been broken into five sections, half a month ago.

When Wang Zheng saw that the dragon vein had been successfully restored, he could no longer suppress his frustration after four months of fruitless efforts.

After visiting the Azure Netherworld Cave, he left two disciples at the Brilliant Jade Cave and then led his team back to the Xuanming Dynasty in a sorry state.

Clearly, the messenger had had enough of the humiliation of searching around in a spiritless environment.

The resources they brought to maintain their spirituality and vitality must have been completely exhausted, and they no longer wish to stay.

However, the other party neither resolved the issue of Zhang Sichen nor the problem of Huang Shang occupying Qingming Cave.

Simply returning to the Xuanming Dynasty with the credit for restoring the dragon vein is clearly not enough.

It might not be long before they bring people back.

"I hope that next time Wang Zheng comes, he will keep his promise and bring me a Mind-Concentrating Pill."

Zhao Wuji flew up to Hanyue Peak.

Even though he is now the master of Xuanji Peak, he still prefers to live in the familiar environment of Hanyue Peak.

However, now that Peak Master Hua is gone, Cold Moon Peak seems even more deserted.

Only the constant cacophony of Xiong Ba's daily 'gaba' sounds could bring a sense of life to people.

Zhao Wuji flew back to Hanyue Peak.

From afar, one could see the young apprentice Xiaoyue squatting beside the herb garden, carefully watering a newly planted spiritual herb.

Xiong Ba flapped its wings and circled above the herb garden, occasionally making a "ga-ba" sound, like an overseer supervising the work.

"The master is back!"

Hearing the noise, Xiaoyue looked up and saw Zhao Wuji. She immediately smiled and ran over to greet him, saying, "I've planted that 'Cold Moon Orchid' you mentioned last time, and it's growing quite well."

Zhao Wuji nodded with a smile and ruffled Xiaoyue's hair: "Thank you for your hard work, Xiaoyue. With the Peak Master away, the spiritual herbs on Cold Moon Peak have become even more vibrant thanks to your care."

Xiaoyue's cheeks flushed slightly. Just as she was about to speak, she suddenly heard a clear bell sound coming from the wind in the distance.

The two turned to look and saw Dai Zhiyun gracefully arriving on a blue lotus magic artifact, with a pair of red ropes and golden bells tied around her waist, jingling with her movements.

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

After landing, Dai Zhiyun gave a graceful bow, her eyes filled with undisguised joy. She took out a gold-embossed wedding invitation from her sleeve and presented it with both hands, saying, "I have come today to deliver this wedding invitation to you. The eighth day of next month is the day when Sisi and I become Daoist partners. I hope you will do me the honor of attending, Senior Brother."

Zhao Wuji was taken aback, then took the wedding invitation and opened it.

Seeing the names "Dai Zhiyun" and "Han Sisi" written side by side above, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, "Good! Good! You two have finally achieved your goal. Junior Brother Han is gentle yet firm, and she is a perfect match for you."

He hesitated for a moment, then took out a pair of white jade phoenix pendants from his storage bag, which shone with a bright light: "I obtained these from the Tiannan Secret Realm earlier. They can resist illusions to a certain extent, so I'll consider them a congratulatory gift."

"Senior brother! This..."

Dai Zhiyun waved her hands repeatedly, "This is too precious! This jade pendant is probably worth as much as a second-level magic artifact, how can we accept it?"

"Take it."

Zhao Wuji placed the jade pendant into her hand and said gently, "With Peak Master Hua not here, it is my duty as her senior brother to do my part."

"You are a disciple who graduated from Cold Moon Peak, and now you have become Daoist partners with Han Sisi. This is a joyous occasion, and you mustn't lose face."

Dai Zhiyun was deeply moved upon hearing this. After Peak Master Hua left, she was the most heartbroken person.

Fortunately, Senior Brother Zhao is still here on Cold Moon Peak.

She solemnly accepted the jade pendant and bowed deeply, saying, "Thank you, Senior Brother!"

After seeing off the overjoyed Dai Zhiyun, Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back on the edge of the cliff, gazing at the churning sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

Xiao Yue approached quietly, holding a teacup, and asked softly, observing the situation, "Does Your Excellency recall an old friend?"

"An old friend?"

Zhao Wuji took the teacup, and in the rising steam, he seemed to see the image of Zhixia holding an umbrella and strolling in the spring rain in the imperial city that year.

The image of Empress Li Shiyu leaning lazily against the railing involuntarily resurfaced in my mind.

He took a sip of tea, then chuckled softly, "Yes, it reminded me of some old friends."

It had been three months since Zhixia last contacted her.

Now the opponent has also broken through to the late stage of Qi Refining and has established a firm foothold in the Supreme Sect.

"According to him, the Supreme Cave Master Bai Chengshang is still recovering from his serious injuries. If we support Zhixia to become the Supreme Cave Master in the future, this may be a great opportunity. But I still need to break through to the Condensation Stage before I can take any action."

Zhao Wuji then thought of Li Shiyu, the newly crowned empress.

In Zhaoming's Penglai Palace, there is a spirit-gathering and spirit-locking array composed of a large array and source crystals, which is more than enough for her to cultivate alone.

Judging by the time, the other party should be breaking through to the fourth level of Qi Refining soon and will be fulfilling his promise to him.

Zhao Wuji arrived at the Frost Palace.

He sat in the cold and empty main hall of the peak master, cultivating within the spirit-gathering array set up around him.

Feeling the sparse spiritual energy slowly transform and enter the body, intertwining with the golden spirituality temporarily enhanced by the Golden Goblet Spirit Wine, it was slowly absorbed by the dantian.

Two hours later, the spiritual energy in the surrounding air thinned out, and the surface of the Yin-Yang Pearl rippled.

Immortal cultivation level: Qi Induction Level 10 (493/600)

Martial Immortal Cultivation: Blood Fiend Level 5 (131/300)

Two streams of spiritual energy condensed within his dantian.

"My senior master said that the further one progresses in cultivation, the more difficult it becomes, like rowing against the current. He was absolutely right."

"I'm only at the tenth level of Qi Refining now, and I already feel the spiritual energy in the cave is somewhat thin. If I break through to the Spirit Condensation level..."

Zhao Wuji opened his eyes and couldn't help but shake his head.

I understand more and more that a single cave cannot support two people concentrating on their spiritual practice.

The remaining grotto-heavens in this degenerate age are ultimately just shallow depressions; how can they nurture a true dragon?
The higher the realm, the more demanding the requirement for spiritual energy becomes.

It's not just about accumulating quantity, but also about a qualitative transformation.

In the late stage of Qi Refining, each minor realm requires the condensation of six hundred strands of spiritual power, making it several times stronger than the mid-stage.

However, the real difference lies not only in the total amount of magical power, but also in the purity and refinement of spiritual power. A single strand of late-stage spiritual power is powerful enough to overwhelm several strands of mid-stage spiritual power.

Such profound foundation can only be forged through repeated tempering with a massive amount of spiritual energy.

Otherwise, even if magical power is piled up like a mountain, it will only be a hollow foundation.

How can one condense divine consciousness during the breakthrough of mental concentration and achieve true sublimation?

"In these four months, I have consumed one ancient spirit stone to cultivate to this level. It seems that I will need to consume another ancient spirit stone before I can attempt to break through to the Condensation Realm!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned slightly cold, and he had already made up his mind.

Only by breaking through to the Concentration Realm can he plan and do more things, and have the opportunity to break free from the threat from the Xuanming Dynasty.

He had always harbored a bold idea: after breaking through to the Condensation Realm, he would first support Zhixia in controlling the Supreme Cave Heaven, and then secretly control the White Bone or Xuanxiao Cave Heaven.

In this way, with the addition of the Linglang Cave Heaven, a tripartite balance of power can be formed in the south of the sky.

He had complete control over the resources of the southern lands in the end times.

At that time, even if these are still not enough to support him in breaking through to the Golden Core stage, at least he can seize the opportunity of the Xuanming Dynasty or defend Tiannan and sit back and relax.

Given his lifespan, there is a greater chance that he will be able to cultivate to the point of perfect spiritual concentration and even the Golden Core stage, and survive until the future revival of spiritual energy.

Otherwise, how could we possibly survive until then with only a few hundred years of life and such meager resources?
"Tiannan must become my foundation..."

As Zhao Wuji was pondering, the communication jade talisman in his bosom lit up, and Yan Lan sent a message.

"The five great grotto-heavens of Wuji, Xuanxiao, Yanling, Wushang, Baigu, and Qingming have jointly sent a message, inviting you to re-discuss the Tiannan Treaty at Shiping Cliff in seven days. You will accompany your master uncle to the meeting."

"The Treaty of Tiannan, a Treaty of Amity and Commerce?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flashed.

It seems that after a series of struggles in recent years, the major grottoes in Tiannan have also suffered manpower losses and are exhausted.

We need to sit down and renegotiate how to allocate resources.

However, since Yan Lan is taking him along to this meeting of cave masters, it seems that her intention to leave is becoming increasingly clear.

"Is my senior master planning to groom me as the next cave master?"

Zhao Wuji sighed inwardly; everything had happened too fast.

But it also seems to be something that was expected.

Given Yan Lan's personality, after Hua Qingshuang left to cultivate in a major clan, he would absolutely not be willing to fall behind and wait to die in the increasingly declining Linlang Cave.

The Linglang Cave is good at maintaining its current state, but lacks the drive to be innovative.

But the so-called position of cave master wasn't actually that attractive to him.

Although his status seemed to have been elevated, he was still just a gatekeeper controlled by the Xuanming Dynasty.

Only strength can break through everything.

His breakthrough speed seemed fast, but in reality it was just the result of accumulating a large amount of resources and the Seventy-Two Earthly Fiend Techniques.

In an era where spiritual energy flourishes, this would be considered normal.

It just seems exaggerated in the Dharma-ending Age.

"Seven days left. Let's return to Xuan Kingdom first, take over the Fox Den, and while we're at it, visit Empress Li."

Zhao Wuji stood up, walked out of the Frost Palace, and took out a jade talisman in the shape of a phoenix to send a message to Li Shiyu, "If she has already broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining, my awkward spiritual aptitude can be improved."

You raise a person for a thousand days, only to use them for a single moment.

Emperor Zhaoming's efforts were ultimately in vain, as he had only paved the way for Zhaoming's own success.

An hour later.

Inside the Cold Mountain Fox Cave outside the Xuan Kingdom's imperial city.

Zhao Wuji observed the spiritual spring before him, which still exuded a faint spiritual aura, and was quite satisfied.

Two years ago, Empress Yu Lanxi said she would destroy the fox den, but in the end she didn't go through with it.

In this degenerate age, every resource is extremely precious. Leaving room for maneuver in resource-rich areas is also leaving room for maneuver in oneself.

Now, Empress Yu Lanxi has been killed by the even more insane Zhang Sichen, who drained her dry.

The spiritual spring and the small grotto that nurtured the Yin essence within the fox den still exist.

Zhao Wuji's mind was immersed in the space within the sleeve pot.

The area of ​​the Hutian space has now expanded to a size of sixteen zhang in diameter.

After four months of improvement, the Hutian Technique has naturally broken through to a point of slight success.

It can be used to transfer space to other locations.

He could even enter the Pot Heaven space directly without causing the space to shake or collapse.

"This spiritual spring and the small cave space inside it are about five zhang in diameter, which is about the same size as my Pot Heaven space."

Zhao Wuji stared at the faintly visible light spots in the rock crevices of the spiritual spring.

He made a hand seal to activate the Pot Heaven Technique, and a burst of blue light emanated from his sleeve, causing the Pot Heaven space to suddenly fly out.

It was as if a giant mouth had opened, swallowing the entire spring along with the stalactite cave behind the rock crevices at the bottom.

Boom! !

The moment the spring was stripped away, the earth's veins in the cave trembled slightly.

The spiritual energy receded like the tide, but suddenly surged within the Pot Heaven space.

After the spiritual spring entered the space, it disintegrated into liquid spiritual flow, seeping into the four walls of the cave heaven. The originally thin spiritual energy concentration suddenly increased by 20%, strengthening the micro-circulation within the cave heaven.

The residual spiritual energy from the spring nourished the edge of the space, causing the previously transplanted Moon Dew Grass to mature faster, and even expanding the edge of the space by more than half a zhang.

The stalactite caves in the rock crevices took root and solidified into a yin energy cave in the northwest corner of the space, where many spiritual springs flowed back into the past.

Zhao Wuji took a step forward, his figure directly entering his own Pot Heaven space and arriving at the stone cave.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that a wisp of new Yin energy would occasionally emerge from the acupoint, causing the Yin Pearl to become agitated, which the Yin Pearl could then absorb.

However, if yin-attribute spiritual materials are regularly added to maintain its activity, it may accelerate the formation of a yin marrow.

“Not bad.” Zhao Wuji nodded with satisfaction.

With a wave of his hand, the spiritual spring water inside the stone cave gushed out, transforming into spiritual rain that sprinkled onto the spiritual fields not far away.

Instantly, the many planted medicinal herbs shone brightly, full of vitality and spiritual energy.

The crystalline soil below absorbed the spiritual spring water, nourishing the micro-spiritual veins deep within, increasing the spiritual concentration in the Pot Heaven space, and expanding the spatial range.

"As the future Heavenly Cave expands, it will be able to absorb more spiritual veins, forming a truly large-scale blessed land."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, surveying his own little world, his ambition growing even stronger.

This may be the fundamental reason why he will resist the end of the Dharma in the future.

However, it requires a lot of resources to develop.

The various small grotto-heavens in the south can serve as his rear base and also as fuel for his future development of the pot-heaven space.

However, this is equivalent to snatching food from the mouth of a tiger from the Xuanming Dynasty and many others, including the ancient cultivator Huang Chang, which requires immense strength.

Zhao Wuji stepped out of the Pot Heaven space, put the pot into his sleeve, and left with a flick of his sleeve.

A huge gap was left in the original location of the fox den. Without the obstruction of the stalactite cave, groundwater poured in and gradually submerged the entire fox den.

Inside the Purple Cloud Hall of the Xuan Kingdom's Imperial Palace.

The fragrance of ambergris rose gently, and eight palace maids stood on either side, each holding a peacock feather fan, yet they breathed very softly.

On the gold-embroidered carpet in the center of the hall, Li Shiyu stood barefoot, her crimson dragon robe embroidered with nine coiled dragons.

As she paced back and forth, the dragon's eyes flickered in the candlelight, appearing almost alive.

"Why aren't they here yet? They sent me a message almost an hour ago."

Li Shiyu gripped the phoenix jade talisman tightly in her hand. This empress, who now reigns supreme over the world, was as reserved as a young girl in the throes of first love.

"Your Majesty, Immortal Master Zhao has arrived at the palace gate."

At this moment, the personal maid knelt outside the beaded curtain and reported softly.

Li Shiyu paused, her delicate hand clenching slightly within her wide sleeve.

More than eight months have passed since she ascended the throne, and this is the first time this person has come of his own volition.

She took a deep breath, and the dragon-patterned jade pendant on her chest rose and fell with it.

"Everyone, stand down."

Her voice was cold and clear, completely different from the dignified and solemn empress she usually appeared in court. "Issue my decree: tonight, no one is allowed to approach within a hundred feet of the Zixia Palace. Anyone who disobeys will have their entire family executed."

Once the hall returned to silence, Li Shiyu lightly stroked the golden mirror on the table with her fingertips.

A face that was both familiar and unfamiliar was reflected in the mirror.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn water reflecting light, and her lips like cinnabar dots.

This face, which had been neglected in the cold palace for many years, is now known to the world as "Xuanhuang".

"It's all thanks to my senior brother."

She suddenly chuckled, and the person in the mirror instantly came to life, revealing a hint of the cunning of the fisherwoman from back then.

"Senior brother, oh senior brother," she murmured to the void, "do you know what I think about every day when I cultivate the Nine Revolutions of the Maiden's Record?"

Familiar footsteps came from outside the hall, unhurried yet each step seemed to tread on her heart.

Li Shiyu quickly took out an Ice Soul Concentration Pill from her sleeve, put it under her tongue, and the coolness of the pill instantly dispelled the heat on her cheeks.

The moment the beaded curtain was silently parted, she was already sitting upright on the dragon-patterned throne, her back straight as a pine tree, only her slightly trembling fingertips beneath her wide sleeves betraying her inner thoughts.

"His Majesty."

Zhao Wuji stood in the center of the hall, a playful smile on his lips. He wore a black robe and a jade belt, still the same refined and elegant figure he always was.

The only difference was that he now carried a Cold Soul Sword and the Xuanji Peak Master's Token at his waist, instead of two needle cases and medicine pouches.

"Senior brother, why be so polite?" She rose gracefully with a smile. "I climbed up to this dragon throne entirely by stepping on your sword tassel."

Zhao Wuji looked up and met Li Shiyu's burning gaze.

As the candlelight flickered, the curves of the Empress's figure were faintly visible beneath her dragon robe, and the pearl hanging from the gold hairpin in her hair rested precisely on the hollow of her collarbone, swaying gently with her breath.

His eyes flickered slightly. "Not bad, you've already broken through to the fourth level of Qi Refining. Why didn't you let me know sooner?"

"Senior brother, you don't even take the initiative to contact her, yet you expect her to take the initiative to invite you? What kind of girl is so lacking in modesty?"

Li Shiyu suddenly stepped down from the dragon platform and walked barefoot across the brocade carpet toward him.

With each step, the dragon robe opened slightly, revealing the image of a sleeping begonia embroidered on the pale yellow inner garment.

She stopped three steps away from him, her fingertips lightly tracing her flat stomach, and smiled.

"The first stage of the Nine-Turn Chronicle of the Beautiful Maiden is complete."

Her voice suddenly became so low it was almost a whisper, "Senior brother, didn't you come here today to inspect the results?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes darkened. Although the person in front of him was wearing a dragon robe, the corners of his eyes and brows still had the seductive charm he was familiar with.

These eight months as empress did not dull Li Shiyu's edges; instead, they made her ambition even sharper, like a blade tempered in fire.

“Not bad, then let me, your senior brother, take a look.”

He suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist. The moment his spiritual energy entered her meridians, they both shuddered.
(End of this chapter)