The sensation was incomparably comfortable, worthy of being the sacred fruit of the Flat Peach. Yet before that thought had even finished passing through his mind, the gentle spiritual power already filling his limbs and bones suddenly changed in nature, turning violent in an instant.
Boom!
It was as if a ball of fire had erupted fiercely through all the meridians in his body, instantly plunging Lin Xuan into a sea of purgatorial flames.
And there had not been the slightest warning beforehand. The change in the spiritual power's attribute had been completed in almost a single instant.
"Ah!"
Lin Xuan cried out in pain. If it had been any other Spirit Division Stage cultivator, nine times out of ten their meridians would have been unable to endure it, and they would already have exploded and died. Fortunately, Lin Xuan was different from ordinary people. The toughness of his body was not the least bit inferior to that of Demon Race members of the same rank. Even so, it felt far from pleasant, and for a moment, a layer of blood-red color surfaced on his face.
"This..."
Lin Xuan was dumbstruck. All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind, and he almost suspected that what he had taken was not the sacred fruit of the Flat Peach at all, and that he had been badly duped by the Misty Immortal Palace.
After all, though he had never eaten a Flat Peach before, by twists of fortune, he had seen no lack of descriptions of this object in all sorts of ancient texts.
The Flat Peach was a Supreme Wood Sacred Fruit. Its medicinal nature was upright, balanced, and gentle—how could it possibly be like the poisonous blazing fire before him?
But very quickly, Lin Xuan shook his head and rejected