A Youth Sweeps Demon Mountain

In an enormous underground palace, a mountain formed from floating Spirit Stones arranged together appeared before Meng Qiuhan and Liu Da.

"Such a massive spirit vein could yield at least three hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Miss Meng, you've struck it rich this time!" Liu Da exclaimed.

Having lived this long and cultivated to the fifth level of the Grandmaster Realm, he could be considered widely experienced, yet this was his first time seeing such an enormous Low-Grade Spirit Stone vein.

Spirit veins were already rare to begin with, and those capable of producing a hundred thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones were rarer still, like a phoenix feather or a qilin horn.

Meng Qiuhan shook her head. "This spirit vein belongs to Xiao Chen. It has nothing to do with me!"

Using a Secret Art to shrink the spirit vein to the size of a palm, Meng Qiuhan placed it into a specially made spirit pouch, then left the palace with Liu Da.

When they returned to the foot of the mountain, Xiao Chen was floating in midair, still absorbing Dragon Blood.

With no suitable container to store the Dragon Blood, Xiao Chen could only choose to absorb it immediately.

Meanwhile, the demons waited obediently on the ground. No one dared resist any longer, and they did not even dare flee.

For all these years, they had always been the ones oppressing the Human Race. Today, the tables had turned—they had been suppressed by the Human Race instead. Many demons felt stifled and indignant.

"Tell me, if he keeps absorbing it like this, will he explode and die?"

"Hard to say. Logically speaking, a second-level Grandmaster Realm cultivator who dared absorb the blood of a half-King Realm demon should have exploded after a single breath. Yet not only is he fine,