Mu Yong withdrew his gaze and continued stuffing the leaves in his hand into his mouth.
Only after eating until he was half full did he walk over to the gently babbling stream nearby, scoop up water with both hands, and drink deeply.
Shrub leaves, a little stream.
Until he had saved up a certain amount of spiritual energy, these were the only resources he had to survive.
The Heavenly Spirit Qi Refining Formula could keep him alive on grass and water alone, but if he did not want his body to become severely depleted, he still needed to use a thread of spiritual energy each day to nourish his flesh.
In other words, he had to cultivate at least three threads of spiritual energy every day in order to save one thread while ensuring he did not become depleted under the conditions of Heavenly Track Spirit Absorption.
Damn Heavenly Spirit Sect!
He cursed again inwardly. Only once the bitterness in his mouth had faded considerably did Mu Yong straighten up.
"Phew~"
Letting out a soft breath, he raised his eyes toward the seedling-grade disciples nearby, who were likewise meditating and breathing in qi.
Some of them had already formed little groups. From time to time, they cast him malicious glances.
Mu Yong did not care.
At least a third of these people would be taken away by the Disciplinary Hall because they could not afford the daily offering of one thread of spiritual energy.
As for whether they would come looking for trouble with him...
Heh heh!
As the saying went, one's body, hair, and skin were all the sect's property.
In the Heavenly Spirit Sect, no one dared to "damage" the Heavenly Spirit Sect's property.
Though he had only just entered the Dao, using the Heavenly Spirit Sect's