"You little brat... Huh? Your strength has improved quite nicely. You're using a Flame Mantra that isn't even Xuan class, yet you've reached three-star Da Dou Shi. Your vitality is still so vigorous, and your fire control has reached perfection. Tsk, tsk, not bad, not bad.
"But young people still need to practice a little moderation."
After his usual round of bickering with Xiao Yan, Yao Lao cheerfully patted his shoulder. Who knew where the brat had found this cultivation method called Yang Spirit Emergence? It specialized in cultivating the soul. Although its scale was hardly impressive and its practical effects were weak, nowhere near comparable to a Dou Zong's materialized spirit body, and it would have done little for him when he was alive, it was extraordinarily useful to him now.
After all, no matter how glorious his past had been, all that remained now was a wisp of a remnant soul. He no longer even possessed a complete soul body. By combining his own knowledge with those bizarre soul-cultivation secret arts Xiao Yan had produced, his recovery was progressing by leaps and bounds compared to his expectations.
His soul power was also worlds apart from what it had been when he first awakened.
Thinking of this, Yao Lao felt that the two of them really were brought together by fate. They both seemed particularly enthusiastic about collecting things that were somewhat useful but that they had no use for. In any case, he had already lost track of exactly what he had in his Storage Ring.
A whole Storage Ring stuffed with odds and ends, and he could not remember them even if he tried.
Xiao Yan: (눈益눈)
*He wasn't fucking suffering from kidney deficiency! Besides, he hadn't been squeezed dry in ages. How could he still look