Spirit Vessel

Meng Taiyue ate the Buddhist pill and immediately became engulfed in a golden radiance. His skin had a golden hue.

He could sense a warm torrent coursing through his body. The broken top dantian gradually awakened. This process was slow but a rebuild was clearly happening. It gave him hope during a moment of despair.

He became ecstatic since he felt strands of spirit energy returning. This meant that there was a chance for his cultivation to come back.

He was filled with gratitude for Feiyun, thinking that this debt was too heavy. He stared at Feiyu deeply before continuing to refine the medicinal essences to gestate his weak dantian.

Feiyun took out a second pill and gave it to Li Lang.

The two wounded cultivators sat in the meditation pose. Buddhist runes floated around them while strands of spirit energy entered. Their cultivation was being rebuilt.

This was nothing short of a miracle. Even the old men from the ancient sects found this astonishing. This was their first time seeing a rebuilt dantian.

“So magical, capable of rebuilding a dantian. Their power is purer too. The pills must be from a sage of the Buddhist doctrine.”

The spectators outside of the realm of death were stunned.

“He took out two of them without any hesitation. So this Buddhist sage is his backer?”

The spectators waited for those two to wake up. If the pills could indeed restore their cultivation, then they needed to judge the pill’s quality and rank again.

An elder from a sect that has been around for 60,000 years walked forward. He wore a blue robe and no longer looked down on Feiyun: “Young Friend, may I ask which master refined these two pills?”

No one would think that a youth could refine these pills so they assumed someone else was behind this.

“A ninth-ranked alchemist gave it to me.” Feiyun didn’t want to cause a stir.

Ninth-ranked Alchemist… The elder still looking quite young bowed slightly after hearing this, shocked.

The other experts felt the same way. The five grand masters were still very important in Central, especially a ninth-ranked one. Their status was far higher than an elder from a powerful sect.

The half-demons from the alliance were stunned too. No wonder why Brother Feng could take out these pills. He knew a ninth-ranked alchemist.

The girls from the alliance had nothing but admiration for Feiyun while blushing. He was a first-generation half-demon on top of having a ninth-ranked alchemist behind him. His background was quite something, virtually a noble among them.

A half-demon and a ninth-ranked alchemist were two ends of a spectrum - one at the bottom and the other at the top. Others were envious of their relationship.

The purple-robed young noble overheard this and told an old man behind him. The latter nodded and walked over to Feiyun then said: “Our Young Noble wishes to speak to the venerable ninth-ranked alchemist, I hope that you’ll be able to introduce us to him. If this is successful, we’ll handsomely reward you.”

“I apologize but go and tell your young noble that the alchemist is also a half-demon. I’m afraid your young noble won’t like that.” Feiyun smiled at the young noble standing in the distance.

The young noble was clearly a big shot on top of having a weird personality. Moreover, he was definitely a girl. Feiyun didn’t want to interact with her too much.

The old man was surprised and returned to the young noble, repeating Feiyun’s words.

The young noble waved the paper fan; his brows slightly furrowed. He eventually said: “A ninth-ranked half-demon? Looks like the alliance still has some capable experts.” [1]

She then stared at the floating jade mirror. Three talented cultivators were fighting in there, causing immense destruction. The ground shattered as a result. Sparks and lightning bolts scattered everywhere.

Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue from the alliance were fighting against a young man but they were being pushed back.

“Young Noble, that youth is one of the six historical geniuses of the Meng, Xinghu.” An old man wearing a green crest had a pen ready.

His eyes were brimming with insight. This was a high-level wisdom master serving as a strategist.

“Their current generation is not bad. I heard a girl there invoked twelve lava rivers during her Earth Tribulation. However, she’s engaged to the young lord of Firmaments now.” Another wisdom master with a feather fan bowed towards the young noble.

He was the second strategist.

The young noble wasn’t too interested and said: “His talents aren’t bad.”

This meant that Meng Xinghu could enter her eyes so the first strategist wrote his name down for potential recruitment.

“The man fighting Xinghu is Zhan Yue, reaching the ninth level at the age of thirty-seven. He’s the number one genius of the half-demon alliance in Season. Unfortunately, he’s still a half-demon.” The third strategist sighed. He understood how to read astronomy and calculate, allowing him to know everything in the region.

The young noble glanced at Zhan Yue once before looking away, not interested at all. The most talented half-demon still couldn’t reach Heaven’s Emergence.

“Brother Feng, our alliance really has a ninth-ranked alchemy?” The half-demons nearby stared at Feiyun with reverence in their eyes.

This was especially true for the beauties. Their eyes were completely fixated on him.

“Yes.” Feiyun responded, thinking that this was no big deal.

He focused on the mirror and frowned. Ye Xiaomu and Zhan Yue couldn’t contest against this historical genius from the Meng. Defeat was only a matter of time.

“Boom!” The mirror started shaking after Meng Xinghu released a celestial light from his body. He performed a palm slash and sent his two foes flying.

He didn’t stop there and summoned a sword, sending those two farther away. Their body suffered grievous damages.

“Haha, the number one genius among half-demons still can’t take me on.” He stomped on Zhan Yue’s chest and dignity along with the half-demons’.

Red lights erupted from Zhan Yue. He stared straight at Xinghu with bloodshot eyes.

Xinghu let out a contemptuous grin before stomping harder. He then slowly pushed his sword into Zhan Yue’s dantian. Blood splashed out.

Another half-demon has been crippled. Xinghu then kicked him out of the realm.

“What a joke.” The geniuses from the Meng waiting outside started laughing.

“Half-demons are wretched, inferior beings. That one is amazing to be able to last for ten moves against Xinghu.” A senior stroked his beard and smiled.

“They’re nothing more than slaves.”

“Any six of our historical geniuses can easily crush them.”

“Neither humans nor demons, just a bunch of trash yet they still demand respect? Ridiculous.”

The half-demons present were furious; their eyes turned red from rage. However, they restrained themselves and didn’t dare to attack.

This would give the opponents enough reason to kill them. They have clearly experienced this more than once. They clenched their fists hard; their fingers dug into their skin causing blood to come out. Their faces were twisted but they still endured silently.

“Hmph, useless worms.” The young noble in purple stared coldly at the half-demons, thinking that they were cowardly on top of being weak.

1. I’ll change to she once it is revealed.”

“Young Noble, do you want to...?” The man in white armor glared at Feiyun.

“No need to care about a half-demon.” The young noble was proud with an oppressive aura - clearly born a noble. Others couldn’t duplicate this aura regardless of how hard they tried.

A ninth-ranked alchemist was rare but she has seen some before. She had no need to force a meeting. [ref] Okay, it became she here