Originally, Lin Xuan had come to see how the little girl's progress was going; he had not expected her to have already reached the critical moment of attacking her bottleneck.
Yue'er, really—she had not even told him.
Lin Xuan shook his head. Of course he would not leave just like that. He had to stand guard at the side and protect her; at the crucial moment, he might even be able to lend her a hand.
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
The Yin energy around Yue'er's body grew denser and denser. Suddenly, she formed a hand seal with both hands, her jade-like fingers tapping several times in front of her, then pinched out a strange sword incantation. The spiritual power within her body began to seethe like boiling water.
Lin Xuan's brows lifted, and concern immediately appeared on his face. Whether she could advance to the Late Core Condensation Realm—victory or defeat would be decided in this one move.
A Yin wind rose out of nowhere and wrapped around Yue'er's delicate body. From within came the faint screeches of Fierce Ghosts. Yet strangely, that sound actually carried a few notes of pleasantness.
A while later, the Yin wind gradually died down, but the spiritual power inside her body boiled even more violently. On her beautiful, refined face, an expression of pain faintly appeared.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan was greatly alarmed. How could he dare hesitate? He hurriedly sat down cross-legged, reached out, and slapped the back of his head. An infant about an inch tall immediately flew out from the crown of his head.
After the Demon Infant left his body, it glanced at Yue'er, concern also showing on its small face. Suddenly, it opened its mouth and spat out a wisp of black spiritual