Feng Xi walked up to Da Ming and examined him carefully.
"Your foundation is excellent, and your physical body is very strong as well."
"It's just that your cultivation method has gone down the wrong path."
Feng Xi took an exquisite jade bottle from his sleeve.
He pulled out the stopper and poured out a green pill that gave off a strange medicinal fragrance.
"This is a Wind Spirit Pill I refined using several ten-thousand-year spirit herbs."
"It can help clear your meridians and speed up the conversion of energy."
Feng Xi held the pill out before Da Ming, his gaze utterly sincere.
"Take it. With the assistance of this Spirit-Gathering Array—"
"Within three months, you'll be able to condense your own demon core."
Da Ming looked at the precious pill before him.
Then he looked at Feng Xi's completely unguarded smile.
The last trace of doubt in his heart finally vanished.
He opened his mouth and swallowed the Wind Spirit Pill.
The moment the pill entered his stomach—
It immediately transformed into a cool current that swiftly coursed through his extraordinary meridians and eight channels.
Da Ming felt his once chaotic Soul Power gradually merge and mutate under the guidance of that current.
It began transforming toward a higher-grade, purer form of energy.
Poison Jiao and Feng Xi exchanged a glance.
Satisfied smiles appeared on both their faces.
"Little brother, cultivate in seclusion with peace of mind."
Feng Xi spoke gently.
"I've set up a wind-attributed defensive formation outside this cave dwelling."
"No one will disturb you."
"When you emerge from seclusion, it will be the day you are reborn."
Da Ming was so moved that he did not know what to say.
He could only nod heavily.
"I will never forget the grace of your remaking me, seniors."