"There's no secret to it. Practice makes perfect. You might as well use your secondary Primordial Spirit to refine pills. Once you can control your secondary Primordial Spirit as easily as your own arm, then start using two pill furnaces at the same time." Lu Xiaotian thought for a moment before speaking.
"Just that?" Guo Jingyu stared blankly.
"If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do." Lu Xiaotian spread his hands.
"Then I'll go back and try. But Brother Lu, you're ultimately too close to the battlefield here at Luoyang Slope. Why not come with me to Baishi Ridge? It's relatively secluded there." Guo Jingyu invited him.
"That's right, Brother Lu. The war has gone badly these past few months. Luoyang Slope will probably be drawn into it before long." Zhu Jinfu added.
"Good. Then let's withdraw farther back. I happen to need to enter seclusion for a while." Lu Xiaotian nodded.
Baishi Ridge was over a hundred thousand li from Luoyang Slope, which counted as relatively far from the front-line battlefield. After Lu Xiaotian arrived at Baishi Ridge with Zhu Jinfu and Guo Jingyu, Guo Jingyu provided him with an excellent cave residence. Once inside, Lu Xiaotian immediately began cultivating in seclusion.
Roar. As the Soul-Splitting Blade slashed into his Primordial Spirit, the agony of splitting it nearly made Lu Xiaotian faint.
Pffft. A mouthful of blood sprayed out like an arrow. Lu Xiaotian's face was as pale as gold paper, hideous to behold. He hurriedly swallowed a spirit pill that nourished the Primordial Spirit. It was only several days later that Lu Xiaotian finally exhaled a breath of foul air. His complexion, however, remained deathly pale.
"Brother Lu, Brother Lu, it's me, Zhu Jinfu. The Demon Race army is attacking. Hurry, hurry and leave this place."