Wang Xian furrowed his brow, but his heart gave a sudden leap.
The scene before him was far too bizarre. He had never seen anyone recover their color at a pace visible to the naked eye after suffering grievous injuries and coughing up blood.
Could such astonishing recovery be a secret technique unique to cultivators of the Demon Realm?
If so, should these beings break through the boundary one day and invade Phoenix City, Sword City, or even Dragon City in the Demon Realm, who in this world could stop them?
But the woman before him clearly looked human. How could she possess the power of the Devil Race?
"What are you thinking about? Why not tell me?"
Ji Yaoguang stopped coughing blood and looked up at him.
Her face was still pale, and the blood at the corner of her mouth had yet to dry, but her eyes had regained a glimmer of life. There was even the faintest hint of a smile in them.
She gently wiped the blood from her lips and gave a helpless, bitter smile.
"You don't think I found an elixir of immortality in the secret realm, do you? If I'd really been blessed with such a stroke of luck, I'd have hidden away in some remote mountain valley to cultivate for a thousand years. Why would I be struggling here?"
"Then what is it?"
Wang Xian's heart stirred. An elixir of immortality?
His thoughts instinctively turned to the jade-bright spirit wine in the purple-gold gourd. Could that count as a treasure of heaven and earth?
If he drank a mouthful, would his injuries heal as quickly as hers?
Ever since ascending, Wang Xian had hardly suffered any serious injuries, apart from the time he fell off a cliff at the Yin-Yang Sect. Naturally,