Duobao: Senior Brother, When Will I Become a Saint?

No sooner had the Black Flood Dragon Spirit finished speaking than the blade was gently pinned down by a surge of earth energy.

Zhenyuanzi glanced at it.

"Do not disturb their refinement."

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit immediately fell silent.

"This little dragon knows its mistake."

Yang Jian sat cross-legged in the hall, divine radiance flowing around him.

The Ginseng Fruit's spiritual power entered his body, transforming into the robust vitality of the earth and coursing through his limbs and bones along his meridians.

The Eight-Nine Arcane Art within him spun faster.

Every inch of flesh and blood greedily absorbed the spiritual power.

The Taiyi Dao Fruit hung within his Primordial Spirit, its radiance swelling and contracting.

The Howling Sky Hound lay beside him, the wound on its back completely sealed.

Drawn by the Ginseng Fruit's vitality, the Heavenly Demon bloodline within it erupted in a surge of bloodlight, only to be pressed back into its flesh by the earth energy.

The phantom of that black Heavenly Demon threw back its head and let out a long howl.

Clear Wind and Ming Yue watched, their hearts shaken.

Clear Wind said softly, "Master, the Howling Sky Hound's bloodline can actually revive to such an extent."

Ming Yue added, "It was so badly wounded before. Without this fruit, even its foundation might have been ruined."

Zhenyuanzi said, "A remnant bloodline of a Heavenly Demon was extraordinary to begin with."

Clear Wind looked toward Yang Jian.

"Senior Brother Yang Jian is even more astonishing."

Ming Yue nodded.

"As he refines the Ginseng Fruit, not a trace of spiritual power has leaked out."

Approval filled Zhenyuanzi's eyes.

"A disciple taught by Daoist Qin Mu naturally would not be lacking."

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit held back for quite some time, but ultimately could not