Dispelling His Anger

"Breathing and absorbing energy..."

Jia Wen repeated the words once under his breath, then shook his head.

"How can you breathe and absorb energy without Spirit Stones to supply it?"

"Innate Spiritual Energy."

Chen Yan replied:

"That senior once told me that everyone has a little Innate Spiritual Energy within them. What I breathe in and absorb is that bit of Innate Spiritual Energy inside me."

After pondering for a moment, Jia Wen shook his head again.

"Impossible. What could that tiny bit of Innate Spiritual Energy accomplish? For an ordinary person to use it to temper their muscles and bones and enter the Body Tempering Realm, it would take the Innate Spiritual Energy of at least a hundred thousand people."

This was common knowledge in the cultivation world of Kunwu Continent. Even cultivators in the Body Tempering Realm knew it.

"Innate Spiritual Energy flows on and on, like a babbling brook. By contrast, taking the Path of Immortality through slaughter seems an awful lot like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Chen Yan said.

"..."

Jia Wen fell silent.

Because he felt Chen Yan's words made some sense.

That is, if Chen Yan really had mastered such a wondrous breathing and energy-absorption technique.

But none of this had anything to do with Jia Wen.

In the end, how Chen Yan should be treated was still for his Martial Spring Realm master to decide.

The news spread quickly.

The powerful families of Great Yan soon learned that a Disaster Relief Department had been established within the army.

For a time, everyone was thrown into a panic.

When Xiao Jue had issued his decree in a fit of rage, no one among the court officials had dared oppose him.

But now, at every court session, ministers submitted memorials