Junior Disciple

Chapter Thirteen

After Yu Qingwei entered a light meditative state, Xie Wuhán quietly crossed his arms and leaned against a sidewall, watching him in silence.

At the same time, he released his divine sense to observe the situation on the other side where the spiritual treasure lay.

Dozens of figures flew in on their swords one after another, heading toward the center emanating rich spiritual energy. A vortex-like spiritual energy shadow flickered briefly, and as soon as the cultivators passed through it, they disappeared.

Xie Wuhán's closed eyes twitched slightly, his brows knitting together. It seemed to lead to another small dimensional space. No wonder such intense spiritual energy was emanating from the spiritual treasure in this mid-tier secret realm.

However... he remained composed, his body relaxed as he half-lay there, his eyes open and idly fixed on Yu Qingwei's profile. From the surrounding spiritual energy, it was clear the spiritual treasure was not yet mature. Watching those cultivators rush in to seek it without any of them coming back out only confirmed that the place inside must be fraught with peril.

He had no problem letting them scout ahead.

Once the time was right, he would naturally make his move.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips. Just then, he noticed something unusual in Yu Qingwei's complexion. Yu Qingwei had originally intended to use the dense spiritual energy here to accelerate his formation of a golden core.

But to his shock, he realized his previously healing wounds had stopped mending entirely.

What was going on?

A tinge of panic crept in as the spiritual energy within his dantian inadvertently went into reverse flow, leaving his face even paler. Instinctively, his survival instincts drove him to absorb more spiritual energy to stabilize his dantian, but the spiritual energy from the surroundings only caused him to gasp in pain, his body trembling violently.

Yet he had to maintain his meditative state, unable to perceive the external situation at all.

Seeing Yu Qingwei's deteriorating condition, Xie Wuhán frowned sharply. At that moment, a powerful surge of spiritual energy emanated from the depths of the secret realm.

He immediately turned his head, his eyes fixed intently on the origin of the disturbance.

Upon entering this secret realm, he had already noticed that the demonic beasts here were unusually strong, as if even the spiritual energy in the air was imbued with a quality uniquely beneficial to their cultivation.

Back then, he had surmised that any rare treasure emerging from this realm would most likely be highly advantageous for demonic cultivators.

Narrowing his eyes, his gaze deepened.

In that case, this newly emerged spiritual treasure was highly likely the one he'd been searching for over the past few decades—a treasure capable of resolving the internal bloodline conflicts of demonic cultivators.

His brows furrowed more deeply.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Yu Qingwei finally, through sheer force of will, absorbed enough spiritual energy to his satisfaction. It was pure and devoid of impurities, as though it had already been refined in his dantian, and its entry into his spiritual veins brought an incredible sense of relief. The pain in his abdomen lessened significantly.

Feeling immensely relieved, he focused on absorbing the spiritual energy, fully expecting to open his eyes and find himself alone in the cave.

After all, there was no way that demonic cultivator would give up on the rare treasure that had emerged here. But it didn't matter; he had already endured the initial torment of absorbing spiritual energy with fractured meridians.