Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

The turbulent spiritual energy rampaged through Blake’s body, flowing swiftly like a speeding car, leaving only traces of light and shadow as it continuously coursed through his twelve meridians.

Blake deeply sensed and gradually noticed some patterns—

The rushing sensation within my meridians should be the bad aura that Lilly mentioned.

Unexpectedly, he had not been able to perceive the spirit energy from the bad aura before, but now the spirit energy surged within his body.

It felt a bit strange. Previously, he relied solely on intuition to locate areas with ghosts and places rich in spirit energy.

Now, he could truly feel the bad aura flowing like water, slightly chilly but lacking the coldness associated with bad energy.

Lilly had mentioned that she could “see” the spiritual energy within her body, as well as the purple sphere in her stomach…

Blake tried hard for a while, but he could not “see” as Lilly had described.

However, he could feel the spirit energy. While he could not see it, he could at least roughly envision a diagram of the human body’s meridians in his mind. The direction of the meridians on the map aligned exactly with the direction of the spirit energy coursing through his body.

“So that’s how it is…” Blake felt a sense of enlightenment, entering into a more mysterious and profound realm.

But gradually, he began to feel a slight strain in his tendons.

After the spiritual energy circulated through two cycles, his meridians seemed unable to withstand the heavy traffic, and signs of cracks began to appear on the road.

“The pills aren’t enough!” Blake quickly realized.

Unfortunately, Lilly was unaware of this. When she saw that her father’s swelling had subsided, she ran off without knowing that he needed more medicine. She was still searching for other medicine in the room.

Lilly was still plagued by lingering fear, worried that her father might swell up again later. So, for now, she ignored the mirror and continued her search within the room.

was in a

Blake realized that he did not possess the

akin to the cultivation novels he had read, where those who could cultivate possessed “spiritual roots.” Only those with spiritual roots could absorb spiritual

was able to direct the circulating spirit energy to her

could not do

some physical power. However, his physical body was insufficient to convert all the spiritual energy into strength, given the vast amount of

other words, he still needed to find

release all this spiritual energy, but it seemed

he challenge the King of

to the Underworld, using up all the spiritual energy

he could not even open his eyes, let alone fight the

What should he do…

to store the spiritual energy, his meridians would truly become useless. Despite their uselessness, his face continued

though something was

something out of

the

effort, straining against the overwhelming energy, and directed the intense heat from his

not care if he died. At worst, he would

be a

let out a resounding

element… He forcefully redirected all the medicinal power from the

consuming these two elixirs, their

focal point, their effects

construction zone as if multiple excavators were frantically building shelters, forcibly creating a space to

that his eight-pack abs swelled

a sigh of

the spiritual energy settled in his abdomen, Blake’s mind was suddenly struck by a