After the two chatted and discussed matters for a little while, Bai Tang returned to the Spirit Sword.
Jiang Yang was about to rest for a moment, but the instant he sat down cross-legged, the True Essence throughout his body began to boil. His Qi Sea churned restlessly, sending faint aches through his meridians.
"I've suppressed it for too long. I can't hold it down anymore..."
Jiang Yang knew his cultivation had long since reached the point where he could break through to the Middle Stage. It was only the succession of events and magical battles that had left him without a settled environment in which to do so.
Now that he finally had a moment of peace, his already surging True Essence could no longer be restrained. It began to swell of its own accord, rushing through every limb and bone.
The Spirit Tea and Spirit Wine he had drunk at the banquet, along with the many pastries and fruits he had eaten, had all contributed. Of course, the most important factor was the cup of spirit honey Yun Zhen had given him. Its quality surpassed that of any Spirit Treasure Jiang Yang had ever consumed. All that immense Spirit Vigor was roiling within his Qi Sea—in plain terms, he had stuffed himself too full.
Forget it. I'll break through first and worry about the rest later.
After considering it, Jiang Yang quickly abandoned his efforts to suppress it. He took out a piece of silk and dashed off a letter to Shang Qingzheng.
He and Shang Qingzheng had not seen each other for several months. Although neither had said it outright, their longing for one another was plain between the lines of their letters. Jiang Yang had originally intended to visit her at Dawn Rain Peak the next