Zhang Jiucheng's swordsmanship was not especially impressive. Otherwise, he wouldn't have turned his nose up at being sincere to the sword. Besides, he was selfish and foolish. Even if he gave up this opportunity, he wouldn't gain anything of value in the way of swordsmanship.
Yet Yan Chihuo still felt a little unwilling to let it go. Swordsmanship and poison were both things he desperately needed at the moment, so it was only natural that his emotions were still somewhat unsettled.
After the time it took to brew a pot of tea, he opened his eyes and said to himself, "It seems my cultivation of the mind is still lacking. I've spent so long over such a small matter." Still, he had gained something from it. He found that the magic power that had not increased in a long time seemed to have changed a little here.
He took out a Bigu Pill and swallowed it, then began meditating again. This time, he spent a full month at it, stopping only when his magic power no longer increased at all. Because spiritual energy was so abundant here, cultivators who had run into bottlenecks and made no progress outside could often advance a little here, though the gains were always slight.
Yan Chihuo was afflicted by a deadly poison. He needed his cultivation to keep advancing so that he could suppress it with the Poison Dissolving Art. Otherwise, as he continued absorbing all kinds of poisons, it wouldn't be long before he lost control of them and died.
So he was unwilling to give up this opportunity. If neglecting even this small gap left his cultivation foundation unstable and hindered his future progress, it could prove fatal.
He swallowed another Bigu Pill, then took out a Heavenly Heart Pill. Less than