"Knock, knock, knock!" Someone was knocking at the door.
Qin Yushen scanned with his Divine Sense and saw that the person outside was Yuan Yixiu. He walked over and opened the door. Even though that youngster had made excessive demands, without his elixir, his injuries would not have healed so quickly.
When Yuan Yixiu saw Qin Yushen open the door, his steps involuntarily retreated a small pace. He felt a change in Qin Yushen’s aura, which had become much more powerful. Just standing in front of him made Yuan Yixiu feel an unfounded chill in his heart. Forget it, he’d better not speak up; his life was more important.
"Come in," Qin Yushen said, turning around and walking back into the room.
Yuan Yixiu hesitated for a moment, then followed Qin Yushen. This was his home, after all; he was the master and had nothing to fear.
As he stepped into the room, he saw Qin Yushen and Song Yan Ning sitting at the table, drinking tea. The fragrance of the tea filled the air, making one unable to resist wanting to taste it.
"Please, have a seat." Song Yan Ning picked up an empty teacup and poured a cup of tea for Yuan Yixiu.
Yuan Yixiu nodded and walked forward with some restraint. He felt that not only had Qin Yushen’s aura changed, but Song Yan Ning had changed as well. He just couldn’t tell whether the two were Cultivators.
"Do you have something you need from us?" Song Yan Ning looked at Yuan Yixiu, her slender fingers lightly tapping on the tabletop.
Yuan Yixiu swallowed hard, feeling immense pressure under Song Yan Ning’s gaze, "I came to see how you were doing and to ask if there was anything you needed."
Song Yan Ning shook her head and handed Yuan Yixiu a bottle of elixir, "This is for you." She never liked owing favors.
"I still have elixirs," Yuan Yixiu declined, thinking it was the elixir he had given Song Yan Ning before.
Song Yan Ning placed the elixir in front of Yuan Yixiu, "Thank you for helping us before. I owe you one, so if there’s anything you need, just say it. As long as I can do it, I promise I won’t go back on my word."
I wouldn’t dare ask; else that man might lose his temper again, and I can’t bear that, Yuan Yixiu complained inwardly, as he picked up the tea and took a sip, pausing slightly, "What tea is this?" He didn’t remember having this kind of tea at home.
"Lotus Heart Tea," Song Yan Ning took a sip from her cup. The lotus heart in this tea was formed from a Level 5 Spirit Plant, the Nine-Leaf Lotus, which grew in the Spirit Lake. The taste spoke for itself, and it was extremely beneficial for Cultivators. Yuan Yixiu’s cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer, but after drinking this tea, he should be able to break through to the Golden Core Stage tonight.
Feeling a surge of Spiritual Power coursing violently through his body, Yuan Yixiu stood up abruptly, "I have something to attend to, I must go." It definitely had to do with the tea. Now, the Spiritual Power in his body felt like surging waves, pounding through his limbs and bones. He knew he had to meditate right now.
Yuan Yixiu entered his room and immediately began the Cultivation Technique to break through to the Golden Core Stage. His aptitude for cultivation was quite average, so even after several hundred years, he was still at the Foundation Establishment Ninth Layer. Although the Ninth Layer and the Golden Core Stage were only a step apart, this one step was a chasm many could not cross in their entire lifetimes.
With the constant onslaught of Spiritual Power within him, Yuan Yixiu heard the sound he had longed for—the sound of something breaking. In no time, an even more formidable surge of Spiritual Power erupted, swiftly engulfing his entire body.
Yuan Yixiu exited his meditative state, overjoyed, and carefully felt his own strength. He discovered that he was now many times stronger than before. If he were to venture into the Spiritual Realm now, he was absolutely confident he could make it out alive.
Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen were definitely not simple; otherwise, he would not have advanced just by drinking a cup of tea. It was fortunate that he hadn’t offended them before, or else he would have had nowhere to cry.