Very soon, only the two of them were left in the room.
Wang Zhong, who was in a meditative state on the sofa, appeared extremely focused and serious. Serious and focused men always had an invisible charm and attraction to women. It was a pity that Lan Daier had passed the age where she was attracted to appearance and temperament. She might have a certain appreciation for this kind of charm, but what she valued more was feelings and a person's heart, or even their demeanor. In the past …
Lan Daier sighed softly. No matter how much one's power increased, it was difficult for humans to escape the shackles of the past. Even the legendary Holy Saint Teacher was the same.
There was a kind of fate between people. She couldn't tell what kind of fate she had with Wang Zhong. Perhaps it was because they had coincidentally met when they drank the Samsara wine, or perhaps it was because their emotions resonated with each other, or perhaps it was because she saw his shadow in him. She could feel that she was a little moved by Wang Zhong, this elementary student who was a little reckless and confident. No, as the two of them spent more time together, this feeling became more and more obvious. It was obvious that her feelings were not just a little.
If it was a few years ago, perhaps she would have fallen in love regardless of everything, but now, indulgence was no longer suitable for her. Her impulsiveness last time was more due to the effect of the Samsara wine, which had opened her heart.
To be honest, before this, Lan Daier was very conflicted. Should she take a step forward or take a step back?
Over the past few days, she had actually done a comprehensive understanding of Wang Zhong through various channels. She could tell that he had similar feelings towards her, but he took care of her thoughts and did not act rashly. However, she also knew what a girl named Scarlet had done for him. To be honest, compared to Scarlet, her emotions and feelings seemed very superficial and pale.
This matter made her make a choice.
That Scarlet was indeed very good. She had a Dharma Idol with the power of the natural order, and she had been accepted as a Disciple by a 7-star Great Teacher. Furthermore, she had been taken out to train with great importance. It had been almost half a year since then, and it could be said that she had a bright future ahead of her. Lan Daier was very clear about the problems in the Holy Land, especially the authority of a teacher. If Wang Zhong was too weak, then there would be no possibility for him and Scarlet to get together.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for her to gain a firm foothold in the Holy City. In fact, Ella had misunderstood. This time, she was determined to help Wang Zhong become a Holy Disciple, not because she wanted to get anything from him, but because she wanted to help him close the distance between him and Scarlet. This could also be considered as an explanation for her feelings for Wang Zhong, which were not very deep yet. She wanted to draw a full stop as soon as possible.
Gourmets were emotional cultivators, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to advance on the path of gourmet cuisine. Only they would do something like this at the expense of themselves.
Wang Zhong's meditation this time should take a long time, perhaps even three to five days. This proved that the more he absorbed, the more he would be able to absorb.
Lan Daier stood up and took out the Tranquil Incense that she had prepared earlier from the table beside her. She gently lit two plates of incense and placed them beside Wang Zhong.
"Come on, little fellow." After doing this, Lan Daier had already regained her usual lazy smile. She yawned, turned around, and went upstairs. "I won't be accompanying you anymore!"
Wang Zhong felt very strange during his meditation. It was different from the tranquility and loneliness he felt when he meditated in the past. This time, his meditation was full of all kinds of liveliness and excitement.
The thermal energy from the Phoenix's Nest was currently spreading throughout his limbs and bones. While it was warm, it was also extremely active.
Lan Daier had already explained the normal absorption steps to Wang Zhong in advance. He would try to use his Soul Power to control the thermal energy and keep it in an active state so that it could be maintained in his body for a longer period of time.
Ordinary Heroic Souls might need to go all out to do this. After all, they had to take care of every corner of their body, and the requirements for Soul Power control were relatively high. However, to Wang Zhong, this kind of Soul Power control was simply too basic and too simple. In fact, it even made him feel a little bored to death.
With extra energy, he could do some extra things. While maintaining the basic control, Wang Zhong suddenly had a whim. He wanted to use the huge amount of energy scattered throughout his body to practice Cellular Cosmology.
He tried to go a step further on the basis of meditation control, expanding the scope of meditation, and spreading the thermal energy under the control of his Soul Power more meticulously throughout his body.
An uncontrollable scene appeared. The consumption of heat energy began to accelerate rapidly. This seemed to be contrary to Lan Daier's request to keep the heat energy in his body for a longer period of time. However, it gave Wang Zhong a more delicate feeling and sense of touch, as well as a more intuitive improvement.
The more detailed the penetration, the wider the area of contact between the heat energy and the body. Although the rate of consumption increased, the effect of tempering increased by several folds. Wang Zhong could feel that the deeper he went into meditation, the stronger the desire for the heat energy in the depths of his body. Furthermore, the heat energy seemed to be happy to do so as it happily and desperately cooperated with Wang Zhong to drill deeper into his body.
In fact, every time his Soul Power returned, Wang Zhong could feel that his Soul Core became clearer, and his overall Soul Power was also increasing rapidly.
A cultivator had to be brave enough to explore and try. Although there would not be any major mistakes if one cultivated in the same way, it would definitely not produce a true expert.
Wang Zhong felt that his method was better than Lan Daier's normal method of absorption. Following the feeling in his heart, he decided to give it a try.
The microscopic world in his meditation had become clearer and clearer. Every moment was breaking his previous limits. This feeling made Wang Zhong enjoy it so much that he forgot to stop. When all the thermal energy in his body was completely consumed, it was already noon of the next day when he woke up.
Lan Daier also noticed that Wang Zhong's absorption was abnormal in the morning. It was different from the usual slow absorption of the Phoenix's Nest. This guy was actually advancing by leaps and bounds. At the same time, he accelerated the energy consumption of the Phoenix's Nest, but at the same time, he enhanced the absorption effect.
This discovery stunned Lan Daier. The theory of slow absorption of the Phoenix's Nest was the result of countless gourmets in the Holy City's practice. It was just like boiling soup. Simmering it over a slow fire and burning it over a big fire were two completely different concepts. The higher the fire, the higher the temperature of the soup. Everything in the world had its own unique rules, and it was the same for the Phoenix's Nest.
However, this rule was broken by Wang Zhong one after another. First, it was the Palulu Chicken last time, and now it was the Phoenix's Nest. Even if it was an effective method that the gourmets had refined over a long period of time, it would be considered very impressive if a Heroic Soul could absorb 50% of the energy in the Phoenix's Nest. However, this guy did the opposite. He only spent half a day and a night to absorb 90% of the energy!
At this time, his Soul Power value had directly crossed the 8,000 mark!
This …
Lan Daier felt like she had been subverted. How could he cast such a poor Heroic Soul with such talent?
Although the heat energy was exhausted, he still needed to consolidate it. Soul Power had some special characteristics, just like the flexibility and elasticity of Wang Zhong's Soul Power when he established his Soul Core. These characteristics were also applicable to normal Soul Power cultivation.
Even normal Soul Power cultivation required a lot of practice every day to maintain and consolidate it. Otherwise, if he did not practice for three days, it would be like sailing against the current. Subtle changes were full of room for flexibility, not to mention such a large range of ups and downs. He needed a lot of Soul Power cultivation every day to consolidate his gains. Otherwise, there was still the possibility of his Soul Power weakening. This was common sense for every soldier.
It took a long time for him to stabilize. When Wang Zhong woke up, Teacher Lan Daier was no longer there. Teacher Ella was there, and this Senior Sister looked at him with a very unfriendly gaze. She warned Wang Zhong to consolidate his Soul Power and not to waste the teacher's efforts. She also hoped that he could advance to Holy Disciple. If he couldn't even advance, he would really be struck by lightning.
Wang Zhong could only pinch his nose and accept this. Although Senior Sister Ella had a stubborn temper, she was definitely kind-hearted, just like Lan Daier. She didn't mention any nonsense such as gratitude and gratitude. Wang Zhong was not a braggart. It was not difficult for him to advance to Holy Disciple. It might be a little exaggerated to say that he had to endure hardships, but he was definitely enduring patiently. He had to have enough power. The best situation was to be able to grasp the situation of the upper echelons of the Holy Land. Then, he could exert his power. His situation in the Holy Land was related to many things, including Gong Yi and Ma Dong.
Responsibility could not be expressed with words. His current strength was not enough; he had to be stronger!
In the Life and Death Realm, Mo Wen's strength gave him a wake-up call. If even the Mo Family could cultivate such combat power, how could he look down on the Holy Land?
When he returned to the warehouse, Wang Zhong also temporarily put aside other things on hand and focused on consolidating his Soul Power. After experiencing the torment of working hard for more than a month to increase his Soul Power to less than 100 Grassos, anyone would cherish the things that they had now. Waste? That was impossible.
In the past, when he was casting his Soul, he only thought about how to stop at each step to experience what he had gained, but now, he had to rush to the peak with all his might. This completely different change in thinking actually made many newcomers from the Federation very uncomfortable. But in the Holy City, not adapting meant being eliminated. Wang Zhong was considered to be the kind of person who accepted new things relatively quickly, and he had no limitations in his thinking. Whatever was good was right. Now that he had found an accurate direction for cultivation, he was full of energy.
"Ready, begin! Go! "
While Wang Zhong was meditating, the warehouse, which was his new home, was very lively. Simba's voice kept echoing in the hall downstairs. In the end, the second floor was given to Wang Zhong as his meditation space, while Simba was king in the warehouse on the first floor. He was riding Big White and racing against Bolsanches. Salamander was the referee, using his black iron chain as the so-called finishing line. In the end, the race had just begun, and Big White had just moved its butt when Bolsanches had already crossed the finishing line.
"It doesn't count!!" Simba screamed. "You cheated! You ran away!"
Bolsanches probably wanted to shake his head to deny it, but unfortunately, he didn't have a head, so he just stood there blankly.
"Again! This time, let's change the rules. The one who crosses the finishing line first loses! "
Bolsanches' simple intelligence allowed him to understand what Simba meant. As a former king, he didn't care about doing odd jobs, but he definitely couldn't lose even if it was just a game! The word 'lose' didn't exist in Bolsanches' dictionary. Therefore, when the race started, he didn't dare to move and stood at a distance, afraid that he would rush over again if he exerted force on his legs. Anyway, didn't they say that the one who rushed over first would lose? This definitely wouldn't be a problem for the powerful Headless Knight.
Then, he saw Simba riding Big White across the finish line, leaving a trail of dust in his wake.
Bolsanches let out a proud and happy 'gu gu' sound. Obviously, he had won again.
"Yeah! I won! "Simba laughed proudly at the finishing line." All's fair in war. You actually believed me when I lied to you? How can you be slower in a horse race? You're really stupid, haha! The great Sir Simba is indeed an invincible god of war! "
Bolsanches stood there blankly, and there was a wisp of green smoke coming out of his neck. As a dead man who had long lost his soul, his intelligence was obviously not enough to support such a complicated logical problem … Wang Zhong could hear the commotion downstairs, but it didn't affect him at all.
The noise downstairs was endless, but it had no effect on Wang Zhong, who was upstairs. Once he went deep into meditation, everything around him would disappear. His Soul Power limit of 8,000 Grassos had obviously allowed him to further his exploration of Cellular Cosmology and the establishment of his Soul Core. Unlike before, where he only vaguely knew a direction, Wang Zhong felt that he could even see the end. Perhaps he just needed a little more time. If he could reach the limit of the Heroic Soul Stage of 10,000 Grassos, then everything would no longer be a problem. He couldn't wait to find out what it felt like to be at the peak.
…
Storms always gave people the feeling that they were violent. Very few people could see a peaceful 'storm', but at this time, circles of peaceful 'storms' were forming around Lola.
Lola opened her hands, and there was a small spiral airflow under her feet that lifted her body and made her float in mid-air. The Dharma Idol of the Goddess of Storms stood behind her and did the same thing as her. As if she was providing energy to the Dharma Idol, circles of wind waves spread out from the Goddess of Storms and the Dharma Idol, forming a wind barrier with a radius of about ten meters.
Laura carefully experienced it. She could feel that the waves of wind spreading from her body had some kind of healing effect. As the wind blew on her body, the metabolism of her skin and muscles accelerated. What was even more peculiar was that it actually had the effect of nourishing her Soul Power and recovering her depleted Soul Power. Also, because of the wind waves, this wind barrier was completely under the control of her consciousness. She felt that she could easily use the power of the storm to accurately push anything out of this barrier.
There was finally a smile on her face. This was the result of her closed-door training these days. She couldn't speak during the process of casting spells, so she just had to think a little, and Molton, who was immersed in the wind waves and feeling extremely comfortable, suddenly felt a huge push, or rather, a repulsive force that pushed him out of the range of the wind barrier.
The storm stopped, and the Dharma Idol disappeared. Lola's forehead was already slightly sweaty, but she clenched her fists happily.
It was done!
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