After Li Xiang finished speaking, he looked at the jade bottle Xiao Hua had held out before him. After a moment's hesitation, he still reached out and accepted it. After all, Xiao Hua was right—something was better than nothing. With his Nascent Soul weakened, any pill would do.
Looking at the ugly pill in his hand, Li Xiang's face showed an unsurprising expression of bewilderment. But after he took the Spirit Nourishing Pill first, his expression became a sight to behold. First came stunned disbelief, then wild joy. Immediately afterward, he sat down cross-legged without another word. This cultivation lasted for a full hour.
Xiao Hua did not disturb Li Xiang. He steered the flying carriage down from the heights and once more flew above the heads of the disciples galloping below on horseback.
"Wuuu..." A faint humming slowly rose above Li Xiang's head. Then wisps of whirlwind formed in midair, growing larger and larger, expanding from a range of several feet to several zhang. Soon afterward, a wave of Nascent Soul pressure gradually emerged and spread in every direction!
Xiao Hua did not particularly care, but Li Xiang's disciples below were overjoyed. One after another, they reined in their fine steeds and waited on the ground. Under Li Xiang's pressure, the horses trembled on all four legs, as though they could scarcely remain standing.
"Hehe..." Xiao Hua smiled faintly and patted the Heavenly Horse's back. The Heavenly Horse shot skyward again, flying several hundred zhang before stopping. Li Xiang's pressure continued to rise, until even the Heavenly Horse grew restless, snorting through its nostrils.
Xiao Hua frowned slightly, wondering whether he should wake Li Xiang.
Fortunately, after another short while, Li Xiang slowly opened his eyes. The pressure immediately receded into Li Xiang's Niwan Palace like a falling tide.