Night fell.
Xia Ping stayed in the lounge, circulating the qi in his body as his true essence slowly revolved.
Thump! Thump!
His body suddenly trembled. His true essence surged like a breached dam, breaking through two meridians in succession. His strength increased by another notch.
His battle with Xie Anshou had also greatly awakened Xia Ping's potential, and the energy within him was being rapidly refined.
By now, he had opened twelve meridians and advanced to the peak of the seventh level of the Martial Master realm. He was just one step away from breaking through to the eighth level.
"But I'm still using up too much Water Moon Grass. I've already gone through a full sixty percent. The remaining forty percent will soon be used up, too." Xia Ping clenched his fist, feeling deeply moved.
He had obtained a large amount of Water Moon Grass in the Silver Flood Dragon King's cave, and had thought it would last him until he reached the Grandmaster Realm. But by now, he had already used sixty percent.
The Water Moon Grass he had left would probably only be enough to raise him to the ninth level of the Martial Master realm.
But there was nothing he could do about it. Every time he cultivated and advanced, his strength surpassed that of ordinary martial artists, and his potential was terrifying. Naturally, he consumed more than ten times as many resources as other martial artists.
Ordinary martial artists couldn't sustain that kind of expenditure. Fortunately, Xia Ping had made a fortune several times over, so for the time being, he didn't have to worry about the resources needed for cultivation and could spend them as he pleased.
"I have to win the championship tomorrow!" Xia Ping clenched his fist. Cultivation was like that: