The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

"Bam."

Damn it!

Feng Ting's heart ached, but he did not dare to take the spring cauldron away.

But luckily, even though the spring cauldron was showing signs of cracks, it still released a spring of spirit energy.

The hole was shrinking, but Feng Ting was doing his best to wash it off. However, because he had absorbed too much spirit qi and it was too dense, even though he had a terrible amount of control over his spirit energy, his meridians could not handle the pressure.

If this were to continue, it would not take long before his meridians broke due to the pressure.

At this time, the damned thunderbolt fire seed suddenly released another stream of heat, flew out of the hole that was about to be sealed, drew an arc in front of Feng Ting, and smashed into the inside of the spring cauldron.

"Bam."

The inside of the spring cauldron trembled, causing Feng Ting to almost throw the spring cauldron away.

After releasing the heat from the stink fire, he seemed to have exhausted all of his energy and powerlessly calmed down.

After a while, the hole in his Dantian was repaired by pill flame, and the spirit energy stopped leaking. The pure spirit energy in his Dantian reached a balance.

Feng Ting finally slowed down the speed at which he was absorbing the spirit energy.

After a long while, he removed the spring cauldron from his mouth and looked at the two tiny cracks on the cauldron.

Damn fire! He almost let it succeed!

Feng Ting frowned, he felt that he had been too careless previously, thinking that without cultivating the Spiritual Strength, the thunderbolt fire seed would not wake up.

From the looks of it, without the warmth of the Spiritual Strength, although the power of its awakening would be very weak and would be difficult to sustain, it was definitely not without the possibility of awakening.

In the future, he had to constantly control it. He could not let down his guard at all.

To increase one's cultivation, one's control power could become stronger.

For the time being, it was to solve the problem of the fiery riots, but there was one more problem.

Seeing the cracks on the spring cauldron, Feng Ting's heart ached.

The sudden crisis this time had proved the importance of the spring cauldron. If not for the Spirit Qi replenishment of the spring cauldron, the thunderbolt fire seed would probably have woken up.

Although the spring cauldron could still be used for the time being, the spirit energy it emitted was clearly not as dense as before.

He had to think of a way to repair this small cauldron!

Luckily he had a lifetime of experience as an Artifact Elder, and his smithing technique had transcended the mortal world, so he had the ability to repair the cracks on the spring cauldron. It was just that his current realm was too low, and he had no Spiritual Strength to use.

If he wanted to repair it, he would have to rely on external forces.

He remembered that near the Heavenly Book City, there was a gilded pond hiding underground. It made this spring cauldron as heavy as the inside of the gilded pond and allowed the gold to erode the spring cauldron.

Feng Ting sighed helplessly.

Now it seemed that he could only accompany Xin Ceng Nu to the Heavenly Book City.

At the same time, the Healing Flame released a warm Qi to repair the meridians that had been damaged by the crazy absorption of the Spiritual Strength.

Two hours later, the recovery of his meridians was complete. However, the lost pure spiritual energy was not something that could be replenished in a short period of time.

Originally, he had already had Bai Xiang's Blood Refinement Body and the of the Qing Xue Dan, so he had the feeling of advancing in his cultivation level.

However, after going through so much hustling and bustling, the advancement process was naturally delayed.

First, he had to replenish his spirit energy, and with the crack on the spring cauldron, the released spirit energy became less dense, so the process of replenishing the pure spirit energy would naturally slow down.

After enjoying another two hours of warm spirit energy, Feng Ting finally flew down the big tree and started to train himself. He started to practice One Word Collapsing Fist.

"Boom …"

A flat straight fist, with six waves of power surging outwards, caused the surrounding trees to tremble, and dozens of green leaves to fall.

"Boom …"

He punched over and over again, surging with spiritual energy and controlling with all his might.

The process was extremely arduous and boring. Other than Feng Ting, no one else could endure it.

Practicing martial arts was the best way to cultivate. Of course, it was also the hardest way.

Especially for Feng Ting, because of the existence of the thunderbolt fire seed in his body, he had to train hard and not let the spirit energy in his body surge and surge.

This not only required caution, but also required an extraordinary control power.

If not for his reincarnation into nine lifetimes, it would have been impossible for him to have such an unparalleled control power.

Deep in the night, Feng Ting led his people out of the courtyard as he had done a few days ago.

The taste was so fresh that it made people drool, it had already drifted around the courtyard. Feng Ting immediately felt extremely hungry.

"Junior Brother, have a cup of tea first." Xin Han placed a cup of tea in front of Feng Ting.

"Thank you very much." Feng Ting took the teacup and sipped on it.

Xin Han, Hua Fenfei and Ding Chundong were busy preparing food.

Feng Ting could tell that although Xin Han's face was clear and calm, her delicate body clearly revealed her exhaustion.

A tall figure walked into the courtyard.

"Paying respects to master …"

Everyone bowed in respect.

"Father."

Feng Ting also stood up.

Feng Xing indicated for Feng Ting to sit down, and he sat down as well.

Ding Chundong immediately came over to serve tea.

Feng Xing took a sip of tea, looked at Feng Ting, and said quietly: "Feng Ting, Xin Han took so much care of you, did you not change your mind?"

Feng Ting knew that his father was talking about going to the Heavenly Book City.

Feng Xing continued: "Feng Ting, if Xin Han were to perform in Heavenly Book Assembly, she would also be able to raise our Night Sea Sect's prestige."

Feng Xing continued: "Participating in Heavenly Book Assembly has always been Xin Han's dream."

"I know."

Li Yuan and the others sighed in their hearts when they heard Feng Ting's name again.

Junior Brother, you know everything, so what if you accompany him?

Feng Xing continued: "Your mother and I met each other in Heavenly Book Assembly."

Feng Xing said with a smile: "It's your mother who is participating in the Heavenly Book Assembly, I'll go watch the show."

"So that's how it is."

Feng Xing continued: "I wonder how is your grandfather's illness? I have just become sect head, so I cannot leave. You possess such an extraordinary Alchemy, so it just so happens that you can go and take a look at your grandfather's body. "

After his rebirth, Feng Ting had also yet to see his mother and grandfather. He also wanted to see these two people who doted on him the most.

Furthermore, in order to repair the spring cauldron, he had to make a trip to the Heavenly Book City, and give this favor to Sect Master Feng. He smiled and said, "Since you are going to see mother and grandfather, then let's make another trip to the Heavenly Book City."

"This is for the best, this is for the best."

Feng Xing's face was filled with gratitude, while Spirit Cultivator also heaved a sigh of relief.

Xin Han who was busy cooking at the stove saw everyone's smiles, and felt what had happened. She too heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled widely.

In an instant, everyone in the courtyard laughed.

Xin Han came in front of Feng Ting and Feng Xing, and said with a smile: "Senior Master Feng, Junior Brother, let's have some supper."

Feng Xing said with a smile: "Forget about me, you guys can eat."

"Thank you, Uncle Feng." Xin Han bowed with a face full of gratitude.

"We will listen to whatever Junior Brother decides." Xin Han replied.

"Junior Brother, please." Xin Han respectfully made a gesture of invitation.

"Haha …"

Seeing how respectful Xin Han was to his son, Feng Xing floated away while laughing loudly.

Feng Ting walked into the main house and went to eat, while the others stayed in the courtyard to eat.

Not long after, the skinny disciple dressed in black came back. He didn't talk to anyone and walked straight into the main room.

Although everyone felt uncomfortable, they were already used to it.

In the main room, Feng Ting and the black-clothed disciple were eating seafood as if nothing had happened.

In the end, eating seafood was more troublesome than eating meat. However, it did not pose any hindrance to the two of them.

Before long, the plates on the table were empty. In front of them, there were many shell claws of seafood.

Feng Ting casually looked at the black-clothed disciple and asked: "How have you been these past few days?"

"Your Fire Melting Pill is very useful, the cold energy in my meridians has already been gradually suppressed." The black-clothed disciple replied.

"But it's only suppression. For the time being, I can't completely dispel the Chilling Qi." Feng Ting said.

"Even if I stop consuming Fire Melting Pill now, I can still live for another month."

The black-clothed disciple's words were obviously filled with gratitude, but his tone was still as cold as before.

Feng Ting said casually: "If you don't object, I will always use the Fire Melting Pill to suppress the cold energy in your meridians."

The black-clothed disciple raised his head and looked at Feng Ting: "You want me to always accept your favor?"

Feng Ting laughed: "If you are willing to accept, I am not opposed to it. If you don't want to appreciate it, I won't ask for anything in return. "

The black-clothed disciple remained silent for a moment: "I don't want to appreciate your kindness, and I also don't want to rely on others."

"Why?"

Traces of undetectable sadness appeared in the eyes of the black-clothed disciple.

Feng Ting laughed casually: "Everyone needs to die, could it be that because it's a matter of time before one dies, one has to give up everything?"

When the black-clothed disciple heard this, his eyes trembled slightly. "I haven't given up yet."

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "Living is something to be happy about. When you are still alive, do more of the things you want to do, and you will be happier."

The black clothed man frowned, then said: "Are there any more Fire Melting Pill?"

"Yes." Feng Ting said as he took out a Spirit Pill that was suffused with fire.

The black-clothed disciple received the Fire Melting Pill and casually swallowed it down before saying: "Come with me to see someone."

"The person who killed him last night?" Feng Ting asked.

"Why do you think I didn't kill the person last night?" The black-clothed disciple asked.

Feng Ting laughed: "Even though you can kill people, killing so many people at once, I feel like you might not be able to do it."

The black-clothed disciple coldly swept his eyes across Feng Ting, stood up and said: "Let's go."

After which, he walked out of the room.

Feng Ting got up and followed them. Walking out of the room, he followed the black-clothed disciple towards the courtyard door.

"Junior Brother, where are you going?" Li Yuan immediately asked.

"I'm going out for a walk, you don't have to follow me." Feng Ting said as he quickly followed the black-clothed disciple.

Li Yuan and the other Twelve Spirit Cultivators s all stood up and looked at each other.

However, Junior Brother was straightforward, they did not want to follow them, so they could only watch as the two figures disappeared.