Wang Wu did not go far. Instead, he lay low in this broad river valley.
There were many things beyond his control, so there was no need to fret over them.
During the day, he hid in the forest and cultivated his Ice-Fire Dual Spirit Root.
At dusk, he emerged to bring a little warmth to the river, wash himself up, and, if luck favored him, catch a Ninth Rank water demon. He would cook it with Crimson Flame Spirit Energy to replenish his Vitality Points.
This was what he needed most right now, and what the Companion Demonic Vine needed most as well.
For example, the Companion Demonic Vine had previously taken 1,499 points of sword-energy damage for him. Under normal circumstances, it would need to sleep for half a year, but if it received 1,000 Vitality Points, it could recover swiftly.
Moreover, because he had the Companion Demonic Vine, he no longer had much need to obtain spirit energy from the Sprites.
Every morning, when the sun rose and countless strands of golden Spiritual Essence descended, Wang Wu hid in the shadows and activated his Companion Demonic Vine. The tiny vine stretched out several tiny leaves, utterly inconspicuous.
Yet in those brief few minutes, the Companion Demonic Vine could provide Wang Wu with roughly 500 points of spirit energy.
Any spirit energy he did not need for the moment was stored in the Spiritual Essence Gourd, ready to be taken out whenever necessary. It was incredibly convenient.
Such peaceful, leisurely days truly intoxicated him.
Before he knew it, a month had passed.
The day of his appointment with Old Ox had arrived. Wang Wu reached the area two days early and lay hidden in the grass. Though he trusted Old Ox and Little Mountain Pig—and even somewhat trusted