King of Creation-Chapter 67 - New Discoveries of the Mirage Dragon Pearl

What troubled Ye Zhen the most was Meng Xiaoyue, who had refused to eat or drink for three days.

Since waking from that nightmare, Meng Xiaoyue had fallen into a state of indescribable sadness, her eyes vacant and tears flowing silently, refusing food and drink.

Having tragically lost her parents at a young age, and now potentially losing her grandmother, who was her sole surviving relative, while being chased for thousands of miles by the thieves of Lishui Sect, Ye Zhen could understand her condition.

But the dead were gone, and the living must go on.

After three days of futile persuasion, Ye Zhen lost his temper.

“Regardless of whether your grandmother is alive or dead, if she knew of your condition, how heartbroken would she be?”

“If the spirits of your parents saw you like this, how much would it hurt them?”

….

After exhausting all his rhetorical efforts, Meng Xiaoyue remained indifferent.

Ye Zhen suddenly became angry, sat down abruptly, grabbed a piece of bloody raw meat, bit into it furiously, and cursed, “That’s right, with your current state, your Meng Family deserves to be exterminated!

Even if you starve to death like this, those thieves from Lishui Sect who caused this will still live freely…”

Suddenly, Meng Xiaoyue’s body jolted as if electrified, unable to contain her severe trembling.

In the midst of her violent trembling, Meng Xiaoyue slowly raised her head; her vacant eyes gradually showed signs of life, her pupils becoming brighter and brighter, instantly lighting up to an extreme.

The next moment, Meng Xiaoyue grabbed the wild fruits from the ground, still with some dirt on them, and the dry food, and gobbled them up.

Her eyes, still glowing brightly, were fixed intently ahead.

Seeing those shining eyes, Ye Zhen, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, felt a chill run down his spine.

That was the light of hatred!

In Meng Xiaoyue’s shining eyes was a blaze of vengeance, a radiant glare of extreme hatred, that even Ye Zhen felt a sense of dread.

Ye Zhen had an ominous feeling that Meng Xiaoyue might fall into an irretrievable pit of hatred because of what he had said.

“Little Yue, what your grandmother really wants to see, is for you to live well and grow up happy.

Remember what your grandmother told you before she left — to listen to me?

Maybe, your grandmother isn’t dead yet?” Ye Zhen spoke slowly.

“Hmm!”

With a hum through her nose, Meng Xiaoyue briefly paused in her frantic eating before continuing, although the intense hatred in her eyes slightly softened.

Ye Zhen sighed inwardly.

It appeared that he could only slowly counsel her in the future.

“Don’t rush, eat slowly, there’s more!”

Ye Zhen took another piece of dry food from the storage bracelet and placed it in front of Meng Xiaoyue, continuing to struggle with the bloody raw meat himself.

Originally, two days ago, Ye Zhen was still cooking his meat over a fire, but since spotting a figure patrolling at low altitude over the Yin Mountain Range two days ago, Ye Zhen no longer dared to light fires.

The dry food in the storage bracelet was very limited, so Ye Zhen had to make do with it.

Suddenly, Meng Xiaoyue’s somewhat dirty hand reached for the dry food Ye Zhen had just passed to her and handed it back to him, “Uncle, you eat too!”

Ye Zhen was taken aback, a rare glimpse of tenderness flashing in his eyes.

Such a nice girl, all tormented by those dogs from the Lishui Sect.

“No need, I’m good with this,” Ye Zhen shook the bloody meat in his hand.

“Right, Little Yue, from now on just call me brother, ‘uncle’…”

“Brother?” Meng Xiaoyue nodded vigorously.

….

“Brother Ye Zhen, see that little black dot in the sky?

Isn’t it that guy again?” Meng Xiaoyue finally regained her vigor.

“Exactly, don’t stare at it, lest it senses us.” After determining the direction, Ye Zhen decisively led Meng Xiaoyue towards the opposite direction of the black dot—deeper into the Yin Mountain Range.

Ever since that black dot appeared, it clung to them like a leech, always hanging dozens of miles behind, forcing Ye Zhen to flee for his life.

“Deep in the Yin Mountain Range, even beings in the Spirit Summoning Realm or the Spirit Transformation Realm dare not venture too deeply.

This way, we should definitely shake that guy off, right?” Ye Zhen thought.

Despite their cultivation, Ye Zhen and Meng Xiaoyue moved extremely slowly through the mountains and forests.

Ye Zhen occasionally stopped to listen to the sounds of nearby insects and beasts, to avoid accidentally entering the territory of an Earth Rank Demon Beast, which would truly spell their doom.

As they passed by a mountain stream, guided by the conversation of several Golden Light Jade Rabbits, Ye Zhen successfully harvested a century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma.

Since entering the Yin Mountain Range, Ye Zhen had, thanks to his ability to understand beast language, gathered several precious herbs aged many years, but the most valuable was the century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma before him.

A century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma could be exchanged for six thousand Contribution Points in the sect, equivalent to sixty thousand silver pieces, enough to trade for three True Essence Pills, which held immense value.

Before the sun set, Ye Zhen climbed a large tree, cautiously surveying the surroundings in all directions.

The persistent shadow did not appear, seemingly shaken off.

Ye Zhen sighed in relief, found a towering tree, and lifted Meng Xiaoyue up, preparing to rest.

At night, the Demon Beasts of the Yin Mountain Range were most active; even Ye Zhen, who could understand the beast language, did not dare to wander around at night.

Watching Meng Xiaoyue fall into a deep sleep, Ye Zhen, however, forcefully resisted his fatigue and began sitting cross-legged to cultivate.

Ye Zhen had never been more desperate to become powerful, not passing up any opportunity to grow stronger.

The True Essence Pills he had acquired days ago were already used up, and cultivating without the aid of pills was painfully slow.

After hesitating, Ye Zhen swallowed the century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma he had obtained that day.

Although Ye Zhen knew that consuming the century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma directly was extremely wasteful, possibly not even yielding a third of its original effectiveness,

at this moment, every bit of strength gained was another chance at preserving his life.

Once the century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma was consumed, the powerful medicinal strength within unfolded, and the One Qi Mixed Yuan Skill started operating, slowly transforming that majestic medicinal strength into pure True Yuan.

However, medicine is three parts poison, and within that majestic medicinal strength were many impurities that couldn’t be transformed into True Yuan, which under normal circumstances, needed to be slowly refined using True Yuan.

Therefore, directly consuming medicinal herbs was actually very dangerous; a slight carelessness could lead to death from the contained medicinal poisons.

But this was not a problem for Ye Zhen.

As the immense medicinal strength passed through the Mirage Dragon Pearl near Ye Zhen’s chest, all the contained medicinal poisons were refined away by the Mirage Dragon Pearl, and when it emerged from the Pearl again, it was the purest medicinal strength.

This was a new use for the Mirage Dragon Pearl that Ye Zhen discovered since entering the Yin Mountain Range.

After directly consuming the spiritual medicine, the Mirage Dragon Pearl’s first spatial stage could refine all the medicinal poisons, saving Ye Zhen a great deal of effort.

Otherwise, Ye Zhen would not have dared to directly consume a century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma.

“A century-old Wood Spirit Ganoderma boosted my cultivation significantly, equivalent to a month of hard cultivation.

Yet my cultivation is still far from reaching the Third Stage of True Essence Realm,” he thought.

Two hours later, disappointment flickered in Ye Zhen’s slowly opening eyes.

If the Inner Sect Disciples of the Qiyun Sect saw this scene, they would probably be astounded.

For a disciple with medium Bloodline Talent to step into the True Essence Realm, each advancement required one to two years or even three to four years of accumulation to breakthrough.

Ye Zhen’s cultivation had just broken through to the Second Stage of the True Essence Realm less than half a month ago; how could he break through again so quickly?

Glancing at the sleeping Meng Xiaoyue, Ye Zhen’s mind once again delved into the Mirage Dragon Pearl.

In the past three days, Ye Zhen had dispatched quite a few Demon Beasts within the Yin Mountain Range, even slaying an Earth Rank Green Flame Demon Wolf.

However, unlike after slaying the Illusion Serpent King and absorbing all of its essence, Qi, and spirit, that situation had never occurred again.

Ye Zhen’s thoughts lingered on the Illusion Serpent King within the first layer of the Mirage Dragon Pearl’s spatial stage, pondering, “What is really going on?

What secrets does the Mirage Dragon Pearl still hide?”

Suddenly, just as Ye Zhen’s focus fell on the Illusion Serpent King in the Mirage Dragon Pearl’s first spatial stage, the True Yuan in Ye Zhen’s Dantian weirdly shifted, suddenly depleting at an unprecedented speed.

Startled, Ye Zhen opened his eyes just as he glimpsed his body, his eyes widening dramatically, his gaze filled with sheer terror!

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