The spiritual energy inside Wang Xian burned like a flame, filling him with excitement.
He had eaten more than ten pounds of monster-beast meat, and the spiritual energy felt even richer than what he'd absorbed when Wang Qiang beat him ten times.
If Wuyue hadn't already fallen asleep and couldn't be bothered with him,
he might even have suspected that as long as he kept eating monster-beast meat, he could absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and break through in a single day.
If that was true, then couldn't he also absorb a thousand-year-old spirit herb?
He looked at the five people sitting in front of him. They'd only eaten a few chunks of spiritual-energy-packed roasted meat, yet had suddenly broken through. A look of distaste spread across his face.
It seemed Wuyue had been right. Their dantians were probably no bigger than a bowl of water.
At most, a young woman like Cuo Feifei might have a bucket slightly larger than a bowl.
How could they compare with his own dantian? He didn't know whether it was a vast lake or a great river, but it never seemed to fill. No wonder breaking through was more than ten times harder for him than for other people.
With the sun already high in the sky, Wang Xian packed away the roasted jerky and washed up.
One after another, the five people with Ling Feifei let out jubilant shouts. Spiritual energy surged through the mountain ravine—they had clearly broken through.
After Feng Feifei cried out in surprise, she looked toward Wang Xian, who stood in the distance with his hands behind his back, leaning against a tree, and called, "Wang Xian, how come nothing happened to you?"
At that moment, the young girl was deeply confused.
He was supposed