Inside the hotel.
"Sure enough, it worked. Although only a little, the Potion's digestion speed has increased."
Nan Fusheng sensed his own condition and a flicker of delight passed through his eyes.
The Witch Cult had originally been the product of messing around. He had never expected it to bring such an unexpected benefit.
"Is it because it caused a minor impact on the course of history, thereby increasing the Potion's digestion speed?"
Nan Fusheng's eyes held a trace of contemplation. Unfortunately, because that impact was too slight, the Potion's digestion speed had only risen a little.
To significantly accelerate the Potion's digestion, he would have to create events capable of having a greater impact on history's course. Yet that impact could not be so great that it provoked history's fierce rejection.
"Forget it. As long as I'm having fun, that's enough."
Nan Fusheng smiled freely, his mindset remarkably open-minded. He had never placed all his hopes on the Witch Cult. What he truly had high hopes for were the Evil Emperor and that Pseudo-Auspicious Beast still being nurtured.
"I wonder whether those people from the Proud Sword Sect can successfully leave the Sun Moon Empire this time. Otherwise, their final fate would be worse than being killed by Real Person."
That previous match had seemed to claim many lives. In reality, from beginning to end, the only ones who had died were Wu Yifan and Wu Di, the two brothers from the Proud Sword Sect.
Nan Fusheng felt not the slightest guilt over killing them. After all, being a Soul Master was no low-risk profession. If they were truly afraid of being killed, they might as well stay obediently in their sect and cultivate.
During the contests between the other sect and academy teams in this tournament, there had