Before setting out, Lu Xiaotian recalled the deep-blue, unknown spirit flower that the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast had eaten before. It turned out to have a good healing effect on the Demon Race.
There were some in his own barrier, too. Lu Xiaotian used his secondary Primordial Spirit to search around the Green Fruit Barrier. The spirit flowers and herbs inside had grown extremely thick, and even Lu Xiaotian had to spend a while finding them.
So he cultivated some more in the barrier for the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast. The beast was naturally grateful to receive the healing flowers, and thumped its chest as it vowed that from then on, it would follow Lu Xiaotian's lead.
After they left the secret realm, Qiao Lan, Wu Ziyuan, and the others looked astonished. They had originally thought Lu Xiaotian was just being modest, but the spiritual energy where he lived really was poor—at least, much weaker than on the Crimson Abyss Continent.
"Brother Lu, it's truly not easy to reach your level of cultivation in a place with such thin spiritual energy," Wu Ziyuan sighed.
"This gloomy ghostly energy is far too thick," Qiao Lan remarked soon after, her attention shifting to the distant area where ghost clouds shrouded the sky.
Wu Ziyuan and the Eight-Legged Demon Bull Beast were just as startled.
"I warned you beforehand. But it's still not too late to change your minds," Lu Xiaotian said with a faint smile.
"Brother Lu, how can you say that? Once words are spoken, they're like water spilled on the ground. How could we go back on them halfway?"
Qiao Lan's face flushed slightly. To be honest, she really did feel like turning around and leaving. But she was traveling with Lu Xiaotian; she couldn't afford to lose face. If