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 pitiable

faster, yet Blake realized that he did not possess the

where those who could cultivate possessed “spiritual roots.” Only

the circulating spirit energy to her

he could not

However, his physical body was

he still needed to find something to

could release all this spiritual energy, but it seemed impossible once it entered

challenge the King of

King of Cities when she traveled to the

his eyes, let

What should he do…

nothing to store the spiritual energy, his meridians would truly become useless. Despite their uselessness,

was

something

he did not possess an elixir field to store the spiritual energy,

against the overwhelming energy, and directed the intense heat from his face and chest

not care if he died. At worst, he would become a ghost

not be a “useless Daddy” in that

let out a

like a tiger in its element… He forcefully redirected

these two elixirs, their potency was remarkably

point,

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

a “useless daddy.” The only sensation he felt was that his eight-pack abs swelled and became significantly firmer, making him feel like he could not bend

out a sigh of

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