After Li Xiang finished speaking, he looked at the jade bottle Xiao Hua had held out before him. After a brief hesitation, he still reached out and accepted it. After all, Xiao Hua was right—something was better than nothing. His Nascent Soul was weak; any medicinal pill would do.
Looking at the ugly pill in his hand, Li Xiang unsurprisingly revealed a strange expression. But after he first took the Spirit Nourishing Pill, his expression became a sight to behold. First came blank astonishment, then wild delight. Immediately afterward, he sat down cross-legged without another word and began cultivating. This lasted for a full hour.
Xiao Hua did not disturb Li Xiang. He drove the flying carriage down from the heights and flew once more above the disciples galloping below on horseback.
"Wuwu..." A faint buzzing slowly arose above Li Xiang's head. Then wisps of whirlwind formed in midair, gradually growing from a span of several feet to several zhang. Soon afterward, a strand of Nascent Soul pressure gradually emerged and spread in all directions!
Xiao Hua did not particularly care, but Li Xiang's disciples below were overjoyed. One by one, they reined in their steeds and waited on the ground. Under Li Xiang's pressure, the horses all trembled on four legs, as though they could barely remain standing.
"Hehe..." Xiao Hua smiled faintly and patted the Heavenly Horse's back. The Heavenly Horse soared skyward again, only stopping after flying several hundred zhang. Li Xiang's pressure continued to grow, until even the Heavenly Horse became somewhat 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.
"Hehe, congratulations, Fellow Daoist