The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten.
Xia Ping opened his eyes and exhaled. His breath instantly solidified, like a streak of white silk. With a bang, it shot out like an arrow and punched a huge hole through the mountainside.
Rubble flew in every direction, and clouds of dust filled the entire cave.
A single breath had displayed such tremendous power.
It was clear that Xia Ping was now far stronger than before—there was simply no comparison. That was the strength of the Martial Apprentice Eighth Heaven.
"Impressive. As expected of the Blood-Red Fruit. Its effects are astonishing." After cultivating all night and continually absorbing the energy of the three Blood-Red Fruits, Xia Ping felt he had gained an enormous amount. His blood and qi were surging, and his body and mind felt better than ever. Even after spending the whole night in seclusion, he was still full of energy.
But that was only to be expected.
The energy in just one Blood-Red Fruit was enough to bring a Martial Apprentice countless benefits. This time, he had eaten three of them. It was an incredible stroke of fortune.
It was as if an expert had poured their knowledge into him, rapidly boosting his cultivation.
At that moment, the energy from the Blood-Red Fruits flowed through his meridians like molten lava, turning his body into a furnace that periodically gave off waves of heat.
To be honest, the benefits of the Blood-Red Fruits didn't stop there.
Even though he had now broken through to the Martial Apprentice Eighth Heaven, the medicinal power of the three fruits hadn't faded. Instead, it had settled throughout his body, waiting for him to draw on it again.
If he could fully absorb this energy and make it entirely his own,