At this point, they could no longer rely on external food, maintaining their energy through the circulation and breathing of their own spiritual energy. Martial Spirit cultivators experienced improvements in all aspects, and their lifespan increased to two hundred years.
But that's a Martial Spirit!
Martial arts practitioners at this stage are qualified to be academy teachers; this is not something that can be achieved casually.
The little beast in front of him had already reached the Bigu realm, which meant that... Xitong's true strength might be Martial Spirit or even higher!
High-level magical beasts generally don't choose martial artists weaker than themselves as their masters. Why is Junior Brother Yan so lucky?
Or perhaps... between the human and the beast, Xitong holds a higher position?
Think about the treatment of the two magical beasts in the stable, and then think about the treatment of the fine barrel.
The tenth senior brother felt he had figured out the truth and was even frightened by the power of Jia Xitong after he filled in the blanks.
"Small bucket..."
The tenth senior brother's call was quite tender and lingering.
Suddenly, a white gust of wind and lightning flashed past him, snatching his fruit. Only after the object landed did he realize it was a snow rabbit, happily devouring the stolen fruit.
"Get rich! This is my tenth senior brother!"
Jia Xitong scolded it sternly and then went up and gave it a hard smack on the backside.
The snow rabbit squeaked pitifully but dared not retaliate.
Sure enough, even the rabbit knew that the thin barrel was incredibly powerful and knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong.
The tenth senior brother automatically interpreted this behavior.
"Senior brother, what were you trying to say just now?"
"No, it's nothing."
The tenth senior brother shook his head repeatedly, pretending that nothing was wrong with him.
Since Xitong is unwilling to reveal his mysterious identity, it's better for him to pretend he doesn't know.
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