Feng Yinyue is about to go mad from practicing qi cultivation.
The Cliff of Repentance is devoid of spiritual energy, and a fierce wind blows through it every day, chilling to the bone. It is used to punish disciples, and few people come here on ordinary days.
That's why Feng Yinyue felt comfortable choosing this place to refine Bai Tong's wood spirit root.
Since it was internal refining, external spiritual energy was not so important. She was confident of victory. However, as soon as she used the demonic power disguised as spiritual energy, the wood spirit root that she had devoured into her dantian began to resist fiercely, rolling around in her dantian like a steel knife!
Feng Yinyue had devoured other people's spiritual roots before. The body she condensed from the true form of the demon flower was ordinary and had no talent whatsoever. All her aptitude had to be obtained by devouring human cultivators.
For example, her current dual spiritual roots of earth and wood came from a human child, who was specially captured for her by the elders of the demon race. She swallowed the child whole, skin and bones, and naturally inherited his spiritual roots.
Back then, digestion was so easy, so why is it completely impossible now?!
Feng Yinyue was so anxious that she was burning with anger. She tried her best to refine the spiritual root, but the wood spiritual root occupied her dantian like a stubborn rock, curled up in a ball, and stood firm and unmoved no matter how strong the wind and waves were.
If we leave it to its own devices, we might as well not refine it at all. That would not only offend Tian Xuanzi for nothing, but we would also gain nothing.
This spiritual root became a persistent leech, causing trouble in her dantian and running rampant along her meridians while she was focused on cultivation, preventing her from circulating her energy in peace!
Even after descending from the Cliff of Contemplation, Feng Yinyue had not found any way to alleviate the problem. For three whole years, not only had she failed to refine the wood spirit root, but it had also caused her cultivation to stagnate!
She guessed that because Bai Tong was not dead, this spiritual root sensed that its master was still alive, so it stubbornly refused to submit, even at the cost of its own destruction, rather than let Feng Yinyue have it.
What's the point of forcibly stripping away and absorbing this spiritual root?
I only regret that I had too many concerns back then and didn't kill Bai Tong with one palm, but instead I've ended up in this limbo!
Feng Yinyue felt the resentment in her heart growing stronger, and she felt irritable and annoyed by everything.
She was in an extremely sensitive state. If she saw someone talking quietly, she would suspect that they were laughing at her behind her back and rush over to them and fly into a rage.
Only in front of Lu Han Yuanjun would she restrain herself a little. She didn't dare to tell Lu Han Yuanjun about the problems she encountered in her cultivation, so she could only vaguely say that the Cliff of Contemplation was difficult, and that everything would be fine once she went to her cave to cultivate in seclusion for a period of time.
But how could this be resolved by simply going into seclusion for a period of time? She could only wait for the spiritual root in her dantian to slowly dissipate on its own. During this period, let alone training and fighting, she was almost unable to cultivate at all!
With the demon race's entry into the mortal world imminent, how can she coordinate with others to destroy the Ziwei Heavenly Palace if she cannot obtain the position of chief disciple of the Ziwei Heavenly Palace as soon as possible?
She's wasting so many years!
Feng Yinyue grew increasingly agitated as she thought about it. After leaving Lu Han Yuanjun's cave, she took out all her anger on the lower-level disciples.
She was the sect leader's beloved eldest disciple, and she practically roamed freely in the Ziwei Heavenly Palace. As a demon, she naturally had no intention of caring for humans, and she almost vented her frustrations by constantly causing trouble for lower-ranking disciples.
The lower-ranking disciples of Ziwei Heavenly Palace were living in dire straits for a time.
No matter how careful they were, Feng Yinyue could always find fault with them.
Gathering together to talk is idle chatter and a waste of time; failing to refine pills using earth fire is a waste of sect resources; failing to break through a bottleneck in seclusion is a waste of time and a grave sin!
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