Tonight, driven to the brink by Hundred Flowers Valley and Wuyue, Wang Xian was like a mad tiger, swinging his sword endlessly in the darkness.
In less than an hour, he swung it more times than he had in all ten days of chopping wood in Hundred Flowers Valley.
He kept going until not a single shrieking vampire bat remained in the wind, until he was drenched in blood and collapsed to the ground, exhausted.
Only then did Wuyue sigh softly. "What a pity these creatures are completely useless. Otherwise, this one battle alone would have been enough to complete your task for Hundred Flowers Valley."
Wang Xian ignored her and instead found a stream and jumped in.
It was his first time being covered in blood.
As he scrubbed the blood from his body, he gazed up at the night sky.
He muttered to himself, "Didn't you say I'd soon be able to reach the next level?"
"I'm no immortal!"
Wuyue smiled faintly and replied, "I only have a feeling. But your body is like a bottomless pit... Those vampire bats tonight—did you absorb their spiritual energy?"
"Splash!"
Wang Xian toppled into the stream. He stared blankly up at the night sky, stunned.
In the heat of battle, he really had forgotten all about it.
Thinking it over, he realized something was off and murmured, "Those creatures came only to suck blood. Where would I get spiritual energy to absorb? Unless I find a demon beast..."
Wuyue seemed to have known he would say that and couldn't be bothered to respond.
She merely said in a lowered voice, "The elders in Hundred Flowers Valley aren't good people..."
Wang Xian hadn't seen Zhao Hu, who had deliberately sent the vampire bats to hurt him, but Wuyue had seen everything clearly.