Xianli had indeed been starved. After nodding, she followed the light toward the ventilation shaft. There should have been some dried ferocious-be beast meat hanging there, because even someone in the Spirit Manifestation realm had to eat. When the body could not be completely transformed into spirit, maintaining its functions was unavoidable. Besides, even immortals who could purely absorb the qi of Yin and Yang still drank wine for entertainment. The bad habits common to mortals were not necessarily easy to purge even after becoming immortal, and though drinking was a useless indulgence, it could still bring joy to the heart.
So the feeling of having a full stomach was important too.
The Transmutation-Cleansing Pill had been refined by me almost completely during the day Xianli carried me on her back. What remained was merely a journey of shedding my skin. After circulating the cultivation method I had practiced these past few days, my outer skin gradually became smoother as my cells fully took shape, and the scabs slowly peeled away.
I wiped off the last piece of scab and looked at the faint lightning marks on my skin, finally letting out a sigh of relief. I had originally thought it would take another ten days or half a month to finish, but the old man Feng Zhen's appearance had brought it forward. Of course, gaining a few days still left me far from accomplishing what I needed to do.
If I kept getting tangled up here, who knew when I would find the materials I needed to refine the Infinite-Heaven Chopsticks? I had to use this time to speed things up.
That mad old man must have struck it rich these past few years. Otherwise, living alone would have been the most comfortable option for him. Once his belly