Hun Ruoruo Flees in Disarray

Thunder rumbled through the sky as countless people stared dumbfounded at the phenomenon above, feeling as though their understanding of the world was being overturned.

That was the pill lightning Xiao Yan had summoned?

A man who had spent half a month without successfully refining even a single Seventh-grade Pill had suddenly summoned thunderclouds comparable to those of an eighth-grade pill!

If they cultivated mysticism rather than Dou Qi, they might have thought Xiao Yan had been favored by some celestial maiden and received an unparalleled blessing.

Inside the place of seclusion, as Xiao Yan opened his eyes, a strange ripple immediately arose.

He raised his hand and slapped the table, laughing three times. The row of pills seemed to have developed sentience as they flew one after another into the Jade bottles, spinning around Xiao Yan.

"After months of decline, I have finally returned to the eighth grade!"

Joy flashed through Xiao Yan's eyes. At this moment, he was utterly certain that even against the many formidable competitors of the Pill Gathering, he now possessed the qualifications to contend with them!

Only then would he truly gain some say in the Central Continent!

"Soon."

Xiao Yan silently clenched his fist. At this rate, he was confident that he could prove his strength to that clan.

Even if he had to face mountains of blades and seas of flames, he would definitely take Ruoruo back!

Determination appeared on Xiao Yan's face. He casually stretched his body, and his spine, stiff from sitting for so long, immediately writhed like a coiling dragon, producing terrifying crackling sounds.

He pushed open the door and stepped outside. Seeing that the sky had cleared, his mood eased somewhat as well. A sweep of his gaze revealed Old Man Yao standing guard outside, and he immediately