Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

It twisted and turned left and right, for an unknown period of time.

After chasing a swarm of ghost-faced bats and suddenly rushing out of the cave, a completely different scene unfolded before us: a wide, surging underground river crashed against the stone walls, splashing up waves and roaring loudly.

Its top is several feet high, and its distance is unknown; only water vapor hits your face, and cold air churns.

Wang Mian took out the luminous pearl and used his magic weapon to light it. The pearl's light illuminated the area around Wang Mian, and the surging dark river was exactly the same as what his spiritual sense had seen.

To the naked eye, unidentified plants grow on both banks, the river water has smoothed the boulders, and there are also traces of unknown aura emanating from the river.

"Emerging from the intestinal cavity, one sees the great river; crossing the great river, one enters the immortal abode," Wang Mian murmured.

He cast a spell, pulling the flying ghost-faced bat down and throwing it into the river. The ghost-faced bat, which had just broken free, flapped its wings to fly away, but suddenly several long, flat figures emerged from the river and bit the ghost-faced bat in one bite.

The screams of the struggling ghosts vanished abruptly as they were dragged into the river, leaving behind trails of blood that were then washed away by the current.

"Buling fish".

Wang Mian saw clearly the appearance of the monster leaping out of the dark river and recognized it.

The adult Buling Fish is over two zhang long and is classified as a mid-grade demon beast. It resembles a snake but is also a fish. It has a mouth full of sharp fangs and a body full of thick scales. It mostly lives in deep caves and underground rivers.

When hungry, it eats grass, wood, minerals, its own kind, and other kinds of creatures; it rarely eats anything that other monsters would not.

The underground river was wide, and its top was only a few feet high. If one were to fly away, who knows how many monstrous fish would be attracted. Wang Mian then caught a ghost-faced bat and threw it out.

Seven or eight pufferfish leaped out and devoured him piece by piece. Every now and then, more pufferfish would surface, eyeing Wang Mian menacingly, as if eyeing the food on his plate or the meat in the pot.

Fish heads often pop out of the water, and fish heads can be seen all over the river. Occasionally, you can see a bloodthirsty, hungry fish biting off half of the head of an unsuspecting fish.

The smell of blood sparked another fierce and brutal fight.

Most of the pufferfish are keeping a close eye on the king's crown.

On the opposite bank of the river was the entrance to another cave, and the place Wang Mian was heading to was on the other side.

"Ninth Sister, hide inside my clothes." With a wave of his hand, Wang Mian created a flying shuttle. After stepping onto the shuttle, Wang Mian took out the Five Elements Sword Box.

Bai Jiuniang transformed into a beam of white light and slipped into Wang Mian's clothes.

Gold and white, wood green, water blue, fire red, earth yellow.

Five beams of light flew out of the sword box, making a series of whooshing sounds as they circled around Wang Mian, each with its own trajectory and without touching the others. The various colored lights seemed to be living things.

Suddenly, the sword light was imbued with sword energy, adding an unstoppable sharpness to the longsword. It circled back and forth, airtight, cutting the air with a continuous sound.

The shuttle flew by.

The giant pufferfish leaped from the river, opening their blood-red mouths to bite Wang Mian, but were pierced through the gills and belly by the sword light, and were helplessly thrown back into the river, splashing up blood-red waves.

The multicolored sword light protected Wang Mian completely, like a needle threading through a net, precisely stabbing at the pufferfish, swirling and piercing again as it roared around.

One, two, ten, a hundred...

Wang Mian, riding his cloud-piercing shuttle, moved with ease and grace, as if taking a leisurely stroll. Yet, with every gesture, he killed the pufferfish that lunged at him.

Those flying swords were incredibly obedient and incredibly sharp.

When Wang Mian stood on the opposite bank, the turbulent underground river was full of dead fish, which were swept away by the strong current, attracting a dense swarm of pufferfish to gnaw on them.

The longsword flew into the sword case, dissipated its spiritual light, and the sword case closed, shrinking to the size of a palm, which Wang Mian grabbed.

Bai Jiuniang had seen him practice flying sword before. In the past few months, Wang Mian had been practicing day and night without rest. She had watched him practice thousands of times. She knew that flying swords were sharp, but she never thought that they would be so powerful.

If all five swords were to attack simultaneously, and were incredibly agile, sharp, and fluid, it would certainly be unable to defend against them.

Bai Jiuniang felt that, without anyone noticing, Wang Mian had surpassed her by a great deal. For many years, she had protected Wang Mian, but now it had turned into Wang Mian protecting her.

"Truly handsome." Bai Jiuniang used her demonic power to condense two words.

Wang Mian smiled upon seeing this.

The art of flying swords is unlike swordsmanship; it takes a person's head without touching their clothes, making it extremely elegant and deserving of the title "truly handsome."

Stepping into the dark stone cave, after walking several hundred feet, you will see white plants emitting a faint light taking root in the rocks, gradually increasing in number and emitting specks of light.

Stepping into a vast space, it appears to be over ten acres in size. Huge rocks support the cave from all sides, and the faint light gathers like lamps, making the cave look magnificent.

Points of light spread outwards, illuminating the area to the naked eye. Above, stalactites hung upside down, and below, stalagmites stretched for tens of feet, resembling the dwelling place of immortals, a masterpiece of nature.

"It truly is a scenic spot," Wang Mian exclaimed.

The heavens, with their divine craftsmanship, have hidden this sculpted beauty deep within the cave. Such pristine and magnificent scenery can only be seen in the world of cultivation.

About twenty feet away from Wang Mian, there was a stalactite about ten feet thick hanging down, its upper end connected to the very center of the cave ceiling, with a faint flow of spiritual energy.

Below the upside-down structure, another stone platform appears, shaped like a basin or bowl.

A rich and refreshing fragrance emanated from it; just one breath brought a soothing and comforting feeling to the lungs, drawing Wang Mian closer to the stone platform.

In the center of the stone platform, which is about the size of a bathtub, is a depression about the size of a hand, containing a pool of thick, white spiritual liquid, from which the rich fragrance emanates.

Upon seeing the spiritual liquid, Wang Mian was overjoyed.

After a long search, he finally got what he wanted. This spiritual liquid was the Hundred-Year Stone Spirit Milk, a rare spiritual medicine that could solidify one's foundation. It had the effects of purifying magical power, expanding the dantian, and strengthening the meridians.

That is why it is so hard to find on the market. Once it appears, it is bought up by the immortals. It took Wang Mian more than half a year to finally see the true appearance of the spiritual medicine today.

"The immortal cave produces stalactites, and with the stalactites, one can build the foundation for the Dao." Wang Mian murmured that doggerel, which was left by the person who entered the cave last time and also served as a clue.

With the elixir obtained, reaching the sixth level of Qi Refining is no longer an obstacle. One can simply push forward and become a cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining, only one level away from the late stage of Qi Refining.

Wang Mian took out several jade bottles from his storage bag, and then took out a jade spoon, carefully placing the contents into the jade bottles.

This medicinal herb, the Hundred-Year Stone Spirit Milk, is so potent that it becomes tainted by gold, withers by wood, dissolves by water, melts by fire, and evaporates by soil. It can only be stored and used in jade containers.

After filling three bottles, only a thin layer of Stone Spirit Milk remained inside the stone depression. Wang Mian did not take it all, but left it for a destined person to come.

When collecting medicinal herbs, do not destroy the roots; when harvesting fruit, do not cut down the tree.

Leave room for maneuver in all things, and you'll suffer less retribution.

One of the three bottles of Hundred-Year Stone Spirit Milk was enough for Wang Mian to use for his breakthrough. Of the remaining two portions, one was given to Bai Jiuniang, and the last portion could be kept to exchange for spiritual items in the future.

After putting the jade bottle into his storage bag, Wang Mian said softly, "Haha, despite the twists and turns, the purpose of this trip has been achieved."

Before coming here, he was only thinking about the possibility, and since he had no other information about spiritual medicine, he could only come here to explore the situation, with a bit of a "let's try our luck" mentality.

Unlike other cultivators who lacked skill, he forcefully pierced through countless ghost-faced bats and crossed the dark river teeming with pufferfish before obtaining the Stone Spirit Milk.

"Fellow Daoist, what brings you such excitement? Why not tell us so we can share in the joy!" Several figures emerged from the cave entrance, the fireflies illuminating the magical artifacts in their hands.

The four of them arrived together.

Wang Mian's smile vanished abruptly.