At the thought of this, Su Yueli rubbed her head.
The Myriad Treasures Trading House auction would be held in two days. Though the trading house's reputation served as a guarantee, wealth stirred people's hearts.
She had produced so many top-grade spirit herbs at once. If word leaked and someone set their sights on her, it would become extremely troublesome given her current strength.
She had seen far too much black-on-black plundering in the cultivation world.
Rather than rely on other people's rules, she might as well rely on her own fists.
She then took out the last Blood Marrow Pill from her Storage Pouch, swallowed it, closed her eyes, and began cultivating.
Once the pill entered her stomach, its berserk power of Qi and Blood once more drove her consciousness toward that boundless fog of realms.
Within the mist, Su Yueli continually threw punches, deducing the Ultimate Dao Fist Technique.
She could clearly feel her body growing stronger and her bones becoming ever harder, yet the path to the Eleventh Realm remained hidden deep within the thick fog, with no direction in sight.
What frustrated her most was that no one in the mortal world had broken through the Tenth Realm in thousands of years. As a result, the Eleventh Realm had no clear division or standard of reference at all.
She did not know exactly how much stronger she had become. She only knew that her current self should be able to defeat the self who had just entered the Tenth Realm.
"..."
In the blink of an eye, two days passed.
When Su Yueli opened her eyes, a restrained gleam flashed through them.
Her Qi and Blood were abundant, and her injuries had completely healed as well.
"The time has come."
Su Yueli rose to her feet