Spirit Essence (Reprint)

Nai Zeng once taught the Martial Firmament Hall's emperor's mother for a period of time, then suddenly vanished without a trace for seven or eight years. No one knew where he went—he was simply seen neither alive nor dead.

But there was still some hope.

Besides, who knew? Maybe one day Nai Zeng would use this connection to rope in the Overlord Sect and jointly deal with the Martial Firmament Hall.

Hearing that her idol was actually praising her, Jade Little Sister smiled faintly, a flash of wisdom and cunning passing through her eyes. "Looks like my guess was right—you are Little San's father. That Yin Chen, you came to find me because of Little San's matter, right?"

"Only half right. I came to find you, precisely because of you."

As he spoke, Tang Qinghe glanced at Jade Little Sister's belly, and his dark, aged face couldn't help but twitch fiercely.

"Because of me?" Jade Little Sister was stunned. What problem did she have?

It seemed she ate more than before, her body was plumper than before, her belly was bigger than before, she was always nauseous, and occasionally dry-heaved... It seemed there was nothing else wrong.

As she said this, Jade Little Sister seemed to realize something. She could no longer maintain that so-called 'great' aloof persona, and suddenly collapsed, kneeling down. "Yin Chen, you have to save me..."

If she died, that would be one thing!

He didn't want to die, nor could he die.

He had not yet proven his reasoning, nor had he proven himself to his father, to his clan, to those who looked down on him. He still had to become a great master of reasoning that would shake the world.

"Don't worry, you are Little San's father, and it is precisely for this matter that I have come. When the time comes, I will take what I need from you, and after that, I will reattach it for you. With the addition of my sealed Heavenly Dao domain's spirit power assistance, there should be no major issues. Of course, enduring some fleshly pain is inevitable." As he spoke, Tang Qinghe suddenly turned and walked to the window, his back to Jade Little Sister. "Besides, this may not necessarily be a bad thing for you."

Hearing that Tang Qinghe was willing to help her, Jade Little Sister breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, but upon hearing the latter part, she couldn't help showing a puzzled expression. "Yin Chen, what do you mean?"

"In time, you will know."

Tang Qinghe's words were not a random boast; they had a basis. His son Han San was a very good example.

He could do things without being taught, and at two or three years old, he could already perform martial arts.

Not to mention the awakened Martial Firmament.

One inherited his Heavenly Dao domain, one inherited the heart of his beloved...

In Tang Qinghe's view, such matters could only be explained by divine providence.

And his son Han San was either a divine being reincarnated or a divine being descended.

Otherwise, there was no way to explain this transcendent spiritual phenomenon.

On this point, he had been certain ever since Han San awakened the Martial Firmament.

"Yin Chen, then do you know when I will come?" Jade Little Sister asked somewhat anxiously.

"I don't want to repeat myself. Alright, I won't say any more useless words. Pack up and follow me back to the clan residence. I'll settle this matter for you there. Also, I don't want Little San to know about this, to avoid any negative impact on him. You will leave a letter for Little San, and after it's over, you can return." Tang Qinghe said somewhat impatiently.

Jade Little Sister nodded silently. Tang Qinghe's concealment and secrecy also fit his way of thinking—after all, he was a person who valued face more than life itself. Naturally, he didn't want the world to know about his own shameful stain.

Especially not wanting his disciple to know.

When Han San grew up in the future and others asked about his father, Jade Little Sister, he hoped it would be a great Jade Little Sister, not a child's father, a child's mother.

At the same time, Tang Qinghe had already brought the thank-you gifts back to the Spirit Essence Village.

What he sent were all practical items like spiritual rice, meat, and grain.

After giving the gifts to Old Mu and asking him to pass them on to the old master next time he came by, he also had dinner at Old Mu's mother's house.

Then he returned to his own home, which was already covered in spiderwebs and dust.

Without even cleaning, Tang Qinghe couldn't wait to open the system.

[Tang Qinghe——]

[Gender: Male]

[Martial Spirit: Earth Tiger, Flower Wine]

[Spirit Power: Ten Layers]

[Techniques: Heavenly Dao Discourse (First Layer), Drunken Yang Technique]

[Spirit Artifacts: None]

[Affection Value: 1008996]

[Draw Count: 0]

[Currently Extractable Items: 100 Million Year Spirit Stone x3, 1000 Million Year Spirit Stone x1, Spirit Artifact Replacement Card x1]

Seeing the affection value on his personal panel that had already exceeded one million, a smile spread across Tang Qinghe's face.

He hadn't expected that in just one year, he had collected over a million affection points. This time, he owed a lot to Old Rabbit and the kid.

It was a pity that from now on, he would have to become sworn brothers with Little Bai San on Old Rabbit's account.

If he continued to bully Old Rabbit, he would probably end up completely at odds with Little Bai San.

Falling out with Little Bai San was no joke—behind Little Bai San stood that sealed Heavenly Dao domain, Tang Qinghe.

After absorbing the Spirit Essence from the Battle Tiger, it was time for him to head to the Jedi Academy.

Otherwise, being stared at by Tang Ritian every day would be pointless and would only put himself in danger.

Having made up his mind, Tang Qinghe looked at the system shop. After a moment of thought, he spent 1000 favorability points to purchase a highest-grade Hundred-Year Self-Adapting Spirit Essence that could increase his cultivation to nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

The Hundred-Year Self-Adapting Spirit Essence was somewhat similar to the Divine Grade Spirit Essence. It was a crystal, but it wasn't gold in color; instead, it was a yellow hue identical to that of a century-old ginseng.

It looked as if it were carved from the purest yellow crystal, completely flawless. Its most distinctive feature was that within the transparent crystal, a layer of faint yellow mist churned endlessly.

Tang Qinghe infused his Spirit Power into the transparent crystal. With a sharp cracking sound, the crystal shattered, transforming into a dense yellow mist that enveloped Tang Qinghe's body.

Tang Qinghe didn't dare to be careless. He quickly sat down cross-legged and fully activated the Heavenly Dao Technique, beginning to absorb the yellow mist.

As time passed, the yellow mist gradually transformed into a ring of faint yellow light that swirled around Tang Qinghe.

But he didn't stop absorbing the yellow mist.

Because this was only a century-old ginseng.

What he sought was the limit.

One hundred years.

Two hundred years.

Five hundred years, five hundred and fifty years, five hundred and eighty years...

As the Spirit Essence's age limit continuously increased, Tang Qinghe's body gradually began to tremble. The trembling grew more and more intense, and an unhealthy flush of crimson surfaced on his skin. One could only imagine the intense pain he was enduring at this moment.

With a loud bang, a surge of yellow fiery energy erupted from his body, instantly transforming into a massive Battle Tiger form that roared behind Tang Qinghe.

Time passed, unknown how long.

When the edge of the yellow ginseng began to solidify.

Finally, the Spirit Essence's age limit settled at six hundred years.

ps: Due to censorship issues, some content has been removed.