Such a terrifying explosion of blood and energy, it goes without saying that the Great Sage Chenxue’s secret treasure must have been discovered, or maybe even opened.

Next, countless cultivators would probably rush towards that direction, and even the powerful cultivators in the Divine Wandering Stage who had entered the Shanggen Mirror World would not be able to remain calm.

The Twelve Blood Refining Profound Arts once caused a huge turmoil in the Shangheng period. Countless people coveted this profound art. Now that it may be born again, who would not want it?

Yang Zhen also wanted it, but he did not go there immediately. Instead, he found a deserted place and cultivated the broken golden elixir into a Nascent Soul.

Having just broken through, Yang Zhen has too many things to do. His Nascent Soul needs to be consolidated, his Dantian barrier needs to be repaired, and even his meridians and spiritual sea space have been affected. After completing his training, Yang Zhen's cultivation will be greatly improved.

The biggest difference between the Jindan stage and the Yuanying stage is that the Yuanying stage can have a deeper understanding of the connection between martial arts techniques and the true essence of heaven and earth, and can use powerful techniques at will with just a move of the hand.

It took Yang Zhen half a day to stabilize his realm at the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage! Looking at the chubby miniature version of Yang Zhen in his Dantian, Yang Zhen happily took out a lot of natural treasures.

It's time to eat again.

There is no need to worry about him reaching the Nascent Soul stage this time. Given how fat this guy is, even if Yang Zhen eats as much as he can, it still won’t be enough for him to digest.

Seeing the huge pile of rare treasures in front of him, Yang Zhen suddenly felt that it would be a waste to eat them all. Besides, they didn't taste very good. Some of them were as hard as rocks and could not be chewed at all.

If he were to make an elixir now, he might not have enough time. Besides, Yang Zhen was not very good at making an elixir, so he thought of a compromise: stewing soup! Just do it when you want to. When a large pot of soup made from various natural materials and treasures appeared in front of Yang Zhen, Yang Zhen himself was shocked by the delicious taste wafting from the pot.

"Damn, how can there be such delicious food in this world? I really have the potential to be a food god."

Yang Zhen picked up the pot and drank most of it. He burped and was immediately flushed by the terrifying energy surging in his body. His blood was boiling and he felt like he was about to explode.

“Fuck!”

Yang Zhen was startled and hurriedly sat cross-legged, rapidly practicing the Shangyuan Ancient Sutra and the Dragon Elephant Zhenyu Body to quickly digest the violent energy in his body.

In just a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhen broke through to the first level of the Nascent Soul Stage! Sure enough, foodies are the fastest cultivators in the world.

Yang opened her eyes with satisfaction, her eyeballs almost popping out.

In front of him, a cat as fat as a ball stood on its hind legs, holding a pot of precious soup with its two front paws, and its saliva was almost flowing out.

Seeing that the fat cat was about to put its mouth close to the edge of the pot, Yang Zhen kicked it and took the pot back.

The fat cat was kicked away by Yang Zhen, and with a strange cry, it jumped back with a whoosh. It opened its mouth wide in mid-air, rolled up its tongue, and rolled up the two drops of soup that splashed out when Yang Zhen took the pot, and squinted its eyes with enjoyment.

After landing, Fat Cat glared at Yang Zhen with a pair of black eyes, angrily pointing at him: "Boy, don't be so stingy. I just drank two mouthfuls of your soup, is it necessary to kick me?"

Yang Zhen's eyes almost popped out of his head as he stood up and pointed at the fat cat, cursing, "Ahaha, you bastard, do you have any shame? You drank my tonic soup while I wasn't paying attention, and you think you're justified?"

"Is this thing called the Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup? What a good name! Take it out quickly! Good things should be shared!" The fat cat rubbed his hands and his saliva flowed to the ground.

Yang Zhen suddenly felt that, bitch...bitch cat is so fucking hateful, how can there be such a shameless thing in the world?

The next moment, Yang Zhen was stunned. He held the pot of tonic soup and looked at the fat cat in horror: "You...you can speak?"

The fat cat rolled his eyes, stared at the tonic soup pot in Yang Zhen's arms and said, "How fresh! How can I communicate with you if I can't speak?"

"But you are a cat, and a cat that walks on two legs?"

"Bullshit!" The fat cat glared and pointed at himself and said, "Boy, look carefully at me, am I a cat?"

"Yes!" Yang Zhen said with certainty. This thing is definitely a cat, but it's abnormally fat.

After hearing Yang Zhen's answer, Fat Cat couldn't bear it anymore. He pinched his waist with an angry look on his face, and his saliva almost sprayed into the pot of Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup: "Qilin, I am Qilin!"

Yang Zhen laughed loudly and said with a curled lip: "Oh, I am not well educated, don't lie to me, is there a Qilin that looks like this? Why haven't I heard of it?"

“…”

Fat Cat hesitated to speak, glared at Yang Zhen, and suddenly put on a flattering smile on his face, saying: "Let's not talk about this anymore, you won't understand even if I tell you. Hey, kid, look, there's a dragon behind you!"

Yang Zhen turned his head, held the pot with one hand, and slapped the edge of the pot.

Bang! The fat cat let out a strange cry, covered his head and stepped back, pointing at Yang Zhen and said, "Boy, if you make a move again, I will fight you, do you believe it?"

What species is this?

Hearing Fatty's words, Yang Zhen sneered and said, "Who gave you the courage to act so arrogantly in front of this slutty saint? This trick is not used in TV dramas in our village. It's too vulgar!"

The fat cat paused, his eyes rolling around quickly: "Tell me, boy, what are the conditions for you to give me the Ten-fold Tonic Soup?"

"No, no conditions whatsoever!"

"You won't even allow me to have a heavenly book?"

"let!"

"I don't have any!"

"Fuck, are you kidding me?"

"Pick one of these things yourself, okay? Don't tell me..."

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

"I want them all!"

Yang Zhen picked up all the things that Fat Cat threw out. On one of the stones, there was actually a natural Taoist mark. Apart from this, the others were all rare treasures from heaven and earth.

Pick one? Impossible!

Yang Zhen looked at Fat Cat with a smug look on his face, but this bastard was licking his lips, and the expression on his face was even more smug than his.

Wait, lick your mouth?

Yang Zhen turned his head to look at the tonic soup pot next to the portrait and was immediately furious.

The fat cat laughed strangely, turned around and ran away. Its two legs ran very fast, even faster than the guy who was pulling the carrots.

"Stop right there, you bastard!"

After Yang Zhen put away his things, he ran after him: "If I don't skin you alive today, I will pronounce the name of Sao Sheng backwards from now on!"

The fat cat ran and laughed strangely: "Boy, do you think I was scared? If you can catch up with me, I will walk on my front legs!"

"Don't run if you dare!"

"Don't chase me if you dare."

The man and the cat ran very fast, leaving a trail of dust in the vast mirror world.

"Hey, kid, if you have the guts, don't hit me with your martial arts!"

"Bah, you bitch cat, stop and fight me if you dare!"

…

Passerby: “???”

"Is that Yang Zhen?"

"He he he...he's actually chasing a cat?"

"Yang Zhen, this bastard, has the nerve to call a cat cheap. Is he as cheap as him?"

"What a joke! Yang Zhen is already famous in Donglin Island for being mean. How could a cat be as mean as him?"

"Maybe both of them are mean. Look, everyone. The cat is actually running on two legs. And the way it's running is mean enough!"

(End of this chapter)