Before going to the Moon Concealment Sect, Jiang Siming drank that pot of Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Spring.
His cultivation had actually skyrocketed from the early Nascent Soul stage to the late Nascent Soul stage.
Normally, if he did not cultivate, nothing would happen.
But the key was that the Spiritual Energy in the upper realm was simply too dense, and there was also an immense amount of Power of Stars.
He did not want to cultivate, but in this environment, his cultivation automatically began circulating.
It was even pretty fast. Wasn't that infuriating?
It was like not wanting to laugh, but having someone forcibly tickle you. Even if you did not want to laugh, you had no choice but to burst into loud laughter.
Jiang Siming could only hold it in. He had to treat it like a fart and keep it bottled up! Even if it killed him, he had to hold it in!
He could not let it out!
If he let it out, it would be over. It would trigger a heavenly tribulation, and Ice Soul Fairy could instantly kill him, then use the heavenly tribulation to finish him off with ease.
Therefore, faced with this situation, Jiang Siming could only endure it again and again.
It was like someone who was pregnant and already about to give birth, yet had to stuff the baby back inside and let it remain in the womb.
There was an inside traitor. Stop giving birth! Hurry, stuff it back in!
Jiang Siming was enduring this kind of agony right now. No, it was a hundred times more intense than the pain of stuffing a baby back inside!
He did not know how long he could hold out, but no matter what, he had to persist.
For the sake of