Cut the Crap, Just Search His Soul!

"Yin and yang in harmony, Ming comes of its own accord..."

Inside Heavenly Drum Grotto-Heaven, Chen Zhuo sat cross-legged before the sapling, absorbed in cultivation for more than half a month.

For the past half month, Chen Zhuo had been jabbing himself with needles like a madman.

If cultivators could not replenish their bodies naturally, Chen Zhuo would have been covered in needle holes by now. One sip of water and he could have served as a showerhead.

He could not help it. His cultivation speed had gotten a little too fast.

With the aid of the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth and Lord Jianmu,

Chen Zhuo had advanced by leaps and bounds. In just half a month, he had completely consolidated his seventh layer of Qi Refinement and even pushed it further. He was only one step away from the Qi Refining Eighth Layer!

Breaking through a minor realm was not as hard as breaking through a major one.

Chen Zhuo had deliberately saved one trial-version Red-Yellow Dragon for the Qi Refining Eighth Layer.

The Red-Yellow Dragon probably won't be potent enough either.

Chen Zhuo thought about it.

To be honest, although he had been swallowing potions like mad and seemed to be spending a fortune,

he had been cultivating for less than a year.

There was a reason the Ancient Immortal Realm thought he had a Heavenly Spiritual Root.

Even someone with a Heavenly Spiritual Root could not reach Late Qi Refinement in a year.

He could already be called a body born for injections.

Especially now.

Over the past half month, Chen Zhuo had swallowed yet more potions like mad.

He had to admit, ever since he had bonded with the Moon Jade Tree and begun training his body relentlessly,

Chen Zhuo had made a surprising