Duobao: Senior Disciple Brother, When Will I Become a Saint?

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit had barely finished speaking when the blade was gently pressed down by a current of earth qi.

Zhen Yuanzi glanced at it.

"Do not disturb them while they refine it."

The Black Flood Dragon Spirit immediately fell silent.

"This little dragon knows his mistake."

Yang Jian sat cross-legged in the hall, divine radiance flowing all around him.

The spiritual power of the Ginseng Fruit entered his body, turning into heavy, vast earth vitality that washed through his limbs and bones along his meridians.

The Eight-Nine Profound Art within him circulated even faster.

Every inch of flesh and blood was swallowing spiritual power.

The Taiyi Dao Fruit hung within his Primordial Spirit, its brilliance swelling and shrinking.

Xiaotian Dog lay to the side, the wound on his back completely closed.

The Heavenly Demon bloodline within him was drawn by the vitality of the Ginseng Fruit. Blood-red light surged up, then was pressed back into his flesh by the earth qi.

That black Heavenly Demon phantom raised its head and let out a long howl.

Qing Feng and Ming Yue in the hall felt their hearts shake at the sight.

Qing Feng said in a low voice, "Master, this Xiaotian Dog's bloodline can actually revive to such an extent."

Ming Yue also said, "He was injured so badly before. If not for this fruit, his foundation likely would have been ruined."

Zhen Yuanzi said, "A remnant bloodline of the Heavenly Demon is extraordinary to begin with."

Qing Feng looked toward Yang Jian.

"Senior Brother Yang Jian is even more astonishing."

Ming Yue nodded.

"When he refines the Ginseng Fruit, not even the slightest bit of spiritual power leaks out."

Approval grew in Zhen Yuanzi's eyes.

"A disciple taught by Fellow Daoist Qin Mu naturally would not be