After crushing the Earth Cultivator of Essence Condensation to death, Murong Qiuhan's jade bracelet lit up, and she summoned another Golden Patterned Pouch.
"Collect."
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
The true essence that should have returned to heaven and earth upon the cultivator's death was, with a flick of her hand seal, completely drawn into the pouch.
Afterward, she descended. Several strands of golden thread gathered in her palm and reached into the collapsed pit, preparing to pull out the still-living Yang Lingrui.
"Hmm?"
But halfway through casting the spell, Murong Qiuhan suddenly stopped.
She looked down into the pit, her eyes revealing traces of confusion and scrutiny.
The spiritual fluctuations below, which had been extremely turbulent just moments ago, had actually stabilized at this time?
As her eyes shifted slightly, a hint of admiration rose in Murong Qiuhan's heart.
"Worthy of being a prodigy of my Dynasty. Even in such a perilous situation, he could still hold fast to his mind without losing himself—and take another step forward!"
She immediately withdrew the golden-thread spell, for Yang Lingrui no longer needed her help.
He had broken through to the Twelfth Floor of Qi Gathering!
Boom, boom... Bang!
The clods of earth within the pit churned violently, then were blasted upward by a fierce gale.
Surrounded by pale green hands, Yang Lingrui sprang out and returned to the ground.
There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, forcing a breakthrough under those circumstances had still caused some damage to his body.
"Greetings, Your Highness the Princess."
"Why be so formal? Just call me Qiuhan."
As Murong Qiuhan spoke, a sly glint appeared in her eyes. She deliberately stepped two paces forward.
By then, she had already silently activated the Dynasty's Exquisite Heart Method. This technique bore some resemblance