As Ning Tian walked away, the Yaochi disciples by the Immortal Spirit Spring all looked at him with gleaming eyes and anticipation.
"Girls, how long do you think the Patriarch can hold on?"
A slightly older senior sister from Yaochi looked at Ning Tian, who was walking towards the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, with her beautiful eyes filled with spring-like affection.
"I think this will probably exceed the Saintess's two hours!"
"After all, our ancestor was so handsome, he must have been in great health and could have lasted a long time."
"That makes sense."
"A man has to persevere!"
"...Senior Sister Yaoxiang, I feel like you've gone off-topic."
"What are you thinking, little girl? We're just discussing the ancestor's endurance right now."
Senior Sister Yaoxiang said in a serious tone, while Junior Sister was still completely confused.
Hearing their words, Ning Tian felt ashamed. These women were too crazy, each one like a wolf or a tiger!
It seems I need to leave this place as soon as I've finished dealing with the Immortal Spring.
"This guy..."
Hearing the discussions among the Yaochi disciples, Su Xing gritted his teeth, feeling both angry and envious.
"Um...Junior Brother Su Xing..."
"Here are your clothes..."
Beside her, Yao Que took out a set of clothes and handed them to Su Xing. At the same time, she glanced at Su Xing's lower body, frowned, and seemed to mutter, "It's really small."
"......"
Su Xing was stunned, and his face immediately turned extremely ugly.
Are you kidding me? He's losing face as the Holy Son!
He practically gritted his teeth as he changed his clothes.
Then he glared at Ning Tian beside the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, ready to watch a good show.
This kid will definitely last shorter than me, and... he's younger than me too!!!
Ning Tian slowly walked towards the Immortal Waterfall, and even before he got close, he felt immense pressure.
It truly lives up to its reputation as a spiritual spring from heaven, its spiritual energy is incredibly rich!
Immediately, he took a deep breath, activated the Celestial God Record, and walked step by step towards the Immortal Spirit Waterfall.
Inside the Fairy Waterfall, there is a rock perfectly sized for someone to sit cross-legged in.
A dragon flashed beneath Ning Mo's feet, and with a leap, he landed on the boulder!
Whoosh!
Swish!
In an instant, the spiritual spring waterfall soaked him completely.
but,
Ning Tian didn't care. He circulated his spiritual energy and began to silently endure the washing of the spiritual spring water.
At first, he also felt that the water from the spiritual spring was just like small pebbles falling on his body, causing no pain or itch.
However, as time went by, they resembled towering mountains.
boom!
In just thirty minutes.
Ning Tian's clothes exploded!
boom!
This scene instantly attracted the attention of everyone around the Immortal Spring.
"ah?"
"Has the patriarch already given up after only half an hour?"
"What a pity."
"I must say, the founder's eight-pack abs are truly impressive, it's just a pity his pants are still on..."
"You brat, what are you thinking about!"
A group of Yaochi disciples witnessed this scene and shook their heads, sighing with regret.
"snort!"
"This man can't handle half an hour! It's too short!"
Su Xing, who had been waiting for this moment, finally felt triumphant. He snorted coldly and mocked with great displeasure.
"What do you know?"
A female disciple from Yaochi glanced at Su Xing.
"This isn't short!"
"That's called short and concise!"
"That's right, that's right... You're the one who's short! Your whole family is short, and you're not allowed to talk about the ancestor!"
Her words quickly drew agreement from a group of Yaochi disciples.
"???"
Three question marks slowly appeared above Su Xing's head as he stared blankly at the Yaochi disciple.
So, just because the founder is handsome, he can let these female disciples do whatever they want?
"puff......"
Finally, Su Xing coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to vent his frustration any longer.
"Oh! Junior Brother Su Xing, Junior Brother Su Xing, what's wrong with you?" Yao Que was terrified when she saw this.
"Hmph, look at this, look at this. Not only is it short, but it's also weak. Now you're spitting blood, aren't you?"
"Pfft...you, you guys..."
Su Xing, who was still breathing, couldn't hold on any longer upon hearing these words and spat out several more mouthfuls of blood.
"Look!"
"Master, it seems he can hold on again!"
Just then, a surprised voice rang out from the side.
Whoosh!
In an instant, all eyes were drawn to the Fairy Waterfall.
"This is......?"
The Holy Maiden of Yaochi had been silently watching Ning Tian, when suddenly a look of astonishment flashed in her beautiful eyes.
What is that?
Suddenly, a massive surge of spiritual energy appeared behind Ning Tian!
boom!
The entire spiritual sea instantly enveloped the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, and the 199 lightning tribulation spiritual veins once again transformed into 199 lightning dragons, continuously rushing straight up the Immortal Spirit Waterfall!
Upon seeing this scene, many Yaochi disciples covered their red lips in surprise.
What... what's going on here?
Suddenly, to the bewilderment of the women, a tiny, colorful sonic dragon emerged from among the 199 thunder dragons!
"That's... a spiritual vein?"
The Holy Maiden of Yaochi's pupils suddenly contracted, and she gasped for breath.
Spiritual veins?
The patriarch was actually opening up spiritual veins while enduring the enormous impact of the Immortal Spirit Waterfall?
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