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.

in a

faster, yet Blake realized that he did not possess the elixir

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

direct the circulating spirit energy to her elixir field, making her grow stronger and

could not

energy that, after circulating twice within his body, transformed into some physical power. However, his physical body was insufficient to convert all the spiritual energy into strength, given

needed to find something

energy, but

could he challenge the King of Cities

had mentioned slapping the King of Cities when she traveled to the Underworld, using

his eyes, let alone fight

What should he do…

Despite their uselessness, his face

as though something was being created

creating something out

possess an elixir field to store the spiritual energy, could he make something out of

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

if he died. At worst, he

be a “useless Daddy” in

out a

energy, much like a tiger in its element… He forcefully redirected all the medicinal power from the shape-shifting pill and the

these two elixirs, their potency

located the focal point, their

for the elixir field transformed into a bustling construction zone as if multiple excavators were frantically building

only sensation he felt was that his eight-pack abs swelled and became significantly firmer, making him

a

his abdomen, Blake’s mind was suddenly struck by a piercing pain, as if someone forcefully