Southern Wilderness History

Five days later.

Chen Zhuo had an insight, as usual.

He took a long, hard drag on his Electronic Cigarette, and his spirits soared. He felt he was only one step away from the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

But that step was exceedingly hard to cross.

If he relied on his own Cultivation, it would probably take some time.

Or he could indulge in the Azure Dragon and inject himself directly.

For now, though, Chen Zhuo could not return to the Immortal Estate world whenever he liked. He could only use the "Electronic Cigarettes" in his Storage Bag and Cultivate slowly.

After enjoying a top-tier drug like Nine Dragons Pulling the Coffin, however, his current Cultivation speed felt unbearably slow. It was as if ants were crawling all over him.

Honestly, injecting drugs was not addictive. It would not drive people mad and damage their brains like Western leaf did.

But the effect it brought was truly intoxicating.

After all, in this great age of immortal cultivation, who could resist a spiritual medicine that raised their cultivation?

It was like jerking off or digging holes. Everyone knew too much of it was bad for the body, but doing it now and then when there was nothing else to do felt pretty good.

And injecting drugs was even better than that kind of manual labor. It did no harm to the body at all!

The temptation was hard to resist.

Yet Chen Zhuo had resisted it. So far, he had only smoked two Electronic Cigarettes and had not used any Injection Fluid.

The reason was simple.

The Immortal Boat only had a spirit-gathering array. Once he reached the Sword Gate, he could Cultivate directly atop a Spirit Meridian. Wouldn't that feel incredible?

Maximum resource efficiency!

When he finished Cultivating, Chen Zhuo