Absorption

A mountain need not be high; if immortals dwell there, it becomes renowned. Water need not be deep; if dragons inhabit it, it becomes sacred.

This was one depiction of a Blessed Land.

There were many kinds of Blessed Lands in the world. Some were rich in spiritual energy, while others produced all manner of exotic flowers and rare herbs.

This place clearly belonged to the former. It was a Blessed Land where spiritual energy converged, with so much spiritual energy that it had crystallized and formed a river.

Fan Lang walked toward the students and said, "Heavenly Demon Avenue is a fine place. There's a reason so many demonic beasts gather here. There are many Blessed Lands here, some out in the open, others hidden away. This is one of the hidden Blessed Lands. It was occupied by a demon king who secretly cultivated here every day."

"Where is that demon king?" a student asked.

"What do you think?" Fan Lang asked with a smile.

The answer was obvious. Everyone understood at once—the demon king had surely been killed by Fan Lang!

With Fan Lang's strength, killing a few demon kings was nothing unusual.

The students hurried inside and eagerly absorbed the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy here, nearly overcome by the urge to cheer.

"I brought you here because I wanted to find you a place to cultivate. We can't spend the entire journey just marching forward. When it's time to cultivate, you cultivate. Move forward, cultivate, move forward again, cultivate again. That is my arrangement for you, and for myself as well. For the next while, I'll cultivate here with you until we squeeze this place dry," said Fan Lang.

The students were both delighted and grateful. All their previous resentment toward Fan Lang vanished into thin