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 pitiable

yet Blake realized that he did

where those who could cultivate

energy to her elixir field, making her grow stronger and

could not do

some physical power. However, his physical body was insufficient to convert all the spiritual

words, he still needed to find something to

spiritual energy, but it seemed impossible once it entered his

he challenge the King of Cities in

to the Underworld, using up all the

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

What should he do…

nothing to store the spiritual energy, his meridians would truly become useless. Despite their uselessness, his face continued to grow hotter, and his chest

as though something was being created out

creating something out

the spiritual energy, could he make something out of

energy, and directed the intense

he would become a ghost

not be a

let out a

much like a tiger in its element… He forcefully redirected all the

elixirs, their potency

he located the focal point, their effects took

transformed into a bustling construction zone as if multiple excavators were frantically building shelters, forcibly creating a space to store the spiritual

“useless daddy.” The only sensation he felt was that his eight-pack abs swelled and became significantly firmer, making him feel like he

out a sigh

abdomen, Blake’s mind was suddenly struck