One month later.
Xia Ping was cultivating in the meditation room of his villa.
Boom!
Suddenly, a rumble came from his body, as if he had broken through a bottleneck. The true essence within him surged, increasing considerably as it flowed through his meridians like a river. His aura rose sharply.
"Whoosh!"
Xia Ping opened his eyes and let out a long breath, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth as he felt his strength grow.
After a month of cultivation, he had continuously devoured Water Moon Grass and the energy of numerous Demon Cores. He had already broken through five or six meridians, and the true essence in his body was considerably stronger than it had been a month ago.
He continued to advance toward the ninth level of the Martial Master Realm, growing stronger all the while.
At the same time, Xia Ping had thoroughly cultivated Heavenly Epic, a top-grade king-level technique. With the Soul-Absorbing Bell, he had mastered the art completely and could use it at any time.
In short, he was now stronger than he had been during the Genius Tournament, and more than capable of sweeping aside Martial Master Realm opponents.
Even against a newly advanced Grandmaster, he was confident he could fight.
"It's a pity that I go through Water Moon Grass and Demon Cores far too quickly. I reckon reaching the ninth level of the Martial Master Realm is my limit." Xia Ping was only now beginning to understand just how expensive cultivation was.
These resources could have given an ordinary person a comfortable, worry-free life.
Yet they were only enough to support his cultivation up to the ninth level of the Martial Master Realm. It was truly extravagant.
No wonder people said that advancing someone to the King Realm required