In the blink of an eye, half a year hurried by.
The villagers had actually eaten that enormous Pangolin Sacrificial Spirit down to the last bite.
Under Shi Zhao's guidance, the children's strength advanced by leaps and bounds, and all of them gained a profound command of bone text. The elders were truly shaken, then smiled so broadly they could not close their mouths.
Quite a few adults also made explosive progress. Baptized in spirit liquid, they made up for having missed the golden years for cultivation and finally stepped onto the path, entering the Blood Moving Realm.
Several more months passed. It had been nearly a year since the Willow Deity fell asleep, and Little Shi was now eight and a half.
Over that long stretch, he refined the spirit liquid Shi Zhao had brought back, supplementing it with treasure medicine brewed from the Sacrificial Spirit's flesh and blood, and opened two more cave heavens.
"So slow! Nearly a whole year, and I only added two." His little face scrunched up miserably. Cultivation was getting harder and harder, even with his sister's support.
Little Shi could not help looking toward his sister, who had been reclining against the willow tree all this time.
He knew she still had plenty of that spirit liquid that was so helpful for cultivation, but aside from the baptism when he broke through to the Cave Heaven Realm, she only ever gave him a tiny amount at a time.
Still, he was sensible enough not to make an unreasonable fuss or pester her for more spirit liquid.
After all, she had worked hard to bring it back. It did not belong to him. Begging for it would only upset her and make him rely on her too much.
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