C12 Mysterious bead

In the middle of the night, the moon hung high in the sky, and Yang Hao's cave was brightly lit.

Once he started cultivating, he would be like a mad demon. He would never sleep, and would never know the day or night.

If seen with the naked eye, one could see fifty-three acupuncture points on Yang Hao's body, open their mouths like hungry tigers, crazily absorbing the Yuan Power between Heaven and Earth.

Fifty-three streams of elemental energy entered from his acupoints and flowed along Yang Hao's meridians. Like a tributary flowing into the sea, they all gathered in his dantian's Qi Sea.

In his Dantian, there was a fist-sized cyclone, which was Yang Hao's Yuan Power Seed. Beside the Origin Energy seed, there was a black mass that continuously emitted cold air.

"Huff …"

Yang Hao let out a long sigh. He opened his eyes and returned from his cultivation state with a bitter smile on his face.

"Sigh, the soul force in my body has already completely saturated. I should have long since advanced to body refining sixth level. However, that damned cold poison has blocked my path to advancement. This cold poison is too terrifying! "

"I can't absorb any more Yuan Power from the heaven and earth, or else I will explode from the violent power."

Yang Hao had been stuck in the Body refining fifth level for a long time, but due to the existence of the cold poison, he couldn't advance any further. He fiddled with the transparent pearl in front of his chest and said with a wry smile, "You're so powerful, if only you could dispel the cold poison in my body."

The bead quietly hung there without any reaction.

Yang Hao shook his head, and withdrew his gaze from the bead, "Let's try to breakthrough the acupoints, let's see if we can open another one today."

Following which, he channeled the immense elemental energy within his body and charged towards the 54th chakra.

At this moment, the black object started to emit a faint glow of talismans, and a visible cold air started to gush out from it.

Yang Hao's face suddenly changed drastically as the cold air flared up!

Instantly, he felt as if he had fallen into a ten thousand year ice cave. From his dantian onwards, the tyrannical cold qi flowed through his limbs and bones and towards every corner of his body.

"Ahh …"

Yang Hao screamed miserably and fell off the stone stage.

The cold energy wreaked havoc, and even the air around him began to rapidly cool down. At this moment, Yang Hao was like a huge block of ice.

"It's so cold!"

Yang Hao curled up on the ground, his body shivering. His eyebrows and hair were covered with a thick layer of frost.

He gritted his teeth as he circulated his elemental energy with great difficulty.

If he did not do this, his blood, bones, organs would all freeze into ice, and he would become an ice corpse.

However, his body was frozen solid. It was extremely difficult for him to circulate her Origin Energy. If it was an ordinary cultivator, they would have already fainted from the cold. Yang Hao's willpower was strong to begin with. Time and time again, he battled with the cold poison, and even tempered his steel-like willpower.

"I... I will not compromise, I will not concede! "

Yang Hao growled. He bit his tongue and used all his strength to channel his elemental energy.

In addition to the bone-piercing cold, there was also a tremendous pain. His body was about to freeze and freeze. Yang Hao used his elemental energy to push it away, as if he was using a sledgehammer to hammer his own body. That sort of pain was as if it was being torn apart, and ordinary people wouldn't be able to bear it.

Even though Yang Hao's willpower was incomparably firm, the cold poison was too terrifying. His eyes had already turned completely black, and his consciousness gradually became fuzzy.

Once he lost his will, he would never wake up again.

"Young master, your cold poison is acting up again!"

A loud shout rang out, and the stone door to Yang Hao's abode was suddenly pushed open. Uncle Wen rushed to Yang Hao's side with a porcelain bowl in his hand. The porcelain bowl was steaming hot. It seemed to contain a ball of fire that emitted a threatening heat.

"Quick, drink it. This is the blood of the Fire Qi Lin leopard. It was delivered by Sect Leader Ye a long time ago."

Uncle Wen supported the half unconscious Yang Hao up and placed the porcelain bowl next to his mouth.

At this moment, Yang Hao felt as if he had fallen into a boundless darkness, surrounded by ice. Icy cold to the bone, that was the only feeling he had.

Suddenly, he felt a scorching feeling, as if it was a ball of fire. As if meeting a spring in a desert, Yang Hao subconsciously opened his mouth to drink the beast blood in his bowl.

As a powerful fire-type demonic beast, the Fire Qi Lin Leopard's blood was naturally extremely positive as well. Yang Hao swallowed a few mouthfuls, and the cold poison in his body started to gradually recede.

His blurry will gradually became clearer.

It was not until he drank half the bowl of beast blood that he managed to suppress the cold poison within his body.

"This cold poison is getting stronger and stronger. It almost took my life." Yang Hao wiped his mouth, stood up and felt his body. The black mass beside the elemental energy seed was still there. That was the source of the cold poison. Although the cold poison had been temporarily suppressed, if the source of the cold poison did not go away, the cold poison would still act up.

"Young Master, how are you feeling? Are you alright?"

Uncle Wen bent his body, his weathered face filled with worry.

"I'm fine." Yang Hao looked at the porcelain bowl in his hand, and then said with an intense emotion: "This is a gift from Sect Leader Senior Sister right?"

"Yes, while Young Master is cultivating, Sect Leader Ye sent someone to bring him a bowl of beast blood in case he needed it. I never thought that the cold poison would act up tonight! "

Yang Hao closed his eyes as the image of Ye Qingxue appeared in his mind.

He didn't know if it was warmth or love, but he didn't want to open his eyes for a long time.

A scorching heat suddenly came from his body, shattering the image in his mind. He lowered his head and looked. His skin was bright red and he was emitting a scorching aura. His clothes were also soaked in sweat.

"The blood of this Fire Qilin Leopard is really strong. I feel like my body is like a furnace and I've sweated so much." The corner of Yang Hao's mouth revealed a trace of a smile as he sighed, "This feeling really makes one feel nostalgic."

Uncle Wen let out a long sigh, his old eyes revealed a look of grief. The young master had been tortured by the cold poison for a long time, it made people's hearts ache for him. But soon after, his eyes were like that of a vicious wolf, revealing a strong hatred!

"zhenqi, Old Dog Zi Chuan, all of you deserve to die!"

Uncle Wen's words, which were filled with hatred, revealed the unsuppressible rage in his chest.

Yang Hao's eyes were also filled with hatred. He gnashed his teeth and said: "One day, I will repay this debt of mine to that old dog Zi Chuan!"

"Young Master, you can definitely do it." Uncle Wen said, looking at the transparent pearl on Yang Hao's chest, he was filled with confidence.

A master and a servant. The two of them were speechless for a long time. After waiting for his emotions to settle down, Yang Hao looked at his clothes that were drenched in sweat, frowned, and said: "Uncle Wen, I need to go to the stream at the back of the mountain and take a bath since I've sweated too much."

"This old servant will prepare some clothes for Young Master to change."

Yang Hao took his clean clothes and headed to the back of the mountain.

At the back of the mountain, which was where the Cang Yue Sect's Ling Tian were located, there was a small stream beside them that was so clear that its bottom could be seen. Usually, Yang Hao and her fellow disciples would bathe here.

Arriving at the back of the mountain, the moonlight was bright and the wind was howling. With the help of the bright moonlight, Yang Hao looked over and saw the newly reclaimed half an acre of Ling Tian.

"These guys, I don't even know how to take their Spirit Sting after reclaiming the Ling Tian. They are probably just playing around." Yang Hao helplessly shook his head. He knew about this half an acre of Ling Tian. Senior sister had punished the junior brothers for reclaiming their land.

Yang Hao went forward and tied up the broken and scattered hoes together. After he finished his shower, he would take them away.

He raised his head and looked at the rest of the three acres of Ling Tian, and saw that they were all planted with trifoliate fruit. Fist-sized fruits were exuding a faint luster, they were almost ripe.

Beside the Ling Tian was a series of trenches filled with a scarlet red liquid.

Yang Hao knew that it was the blood of demon beasts used to irrigate trifoliate fruit. trifoliate fruit could only absorb the blood of demon beasts to grow and bear fruit.

As he looked at them, Yang Hao was deeply moved. These three acres of Ling Tian were all reclaimed by his senior sister. In the past, when she first came to Cang Yue, Senior Sister would bring a hoe every day to reclaim the Ling Tian at the back of the mountain.

He could not help but smile, as he thought about the scene of Ye Qingxue reclaiming the Ling Tian, the scene was too beautiful. A fairy that was as beautiful as a fairy could be seen waving her hoe around, doing the work of a peasant woman. Sweat dripped from his temples and he used his sleeve to gently wipe it away.

"Only my Senior Sister could be such a gracious fairy."

Yang Hao laughed out loud, looked at Ling Tian deeply again, and then quickly walked towards the stream beside him.

Right next to the stream was a huge blood pool. Inside the pool was the blood of demon beasts. The blood pool was connected to the furrow between the Ling Tian and irrigated the Ling Tian.

Yang Hao stood by the stream and placed his clothes on the stone platform next to the blood pool. Finally, he took off the bead in front of his chest and placed it on top of his clothes, ready to have a nice bath.

Just as he was about to take off his inner garment, a gust of mountain wind blew over, lifting up Yang Hao's outer garment. In the next second, the bead and clothes all fell into the blood pool.

Yang Hao was immediately shocked. That pearl was his lifeblood! Without even taking a bath, he immediately jumped into the blood pool and used his hands to feel the transparent pearl. Fortunately, the pool of blood was not deep, only reaching his chest.

Yang Hao, who was completely focused on the bead, didn't notice that the blood pool was quietly changing. It was like boiling water, bubbling and boiling.

"I've finally found it."

In just a few breaths of time, Yang Hao touched the bead. He patted his chest, secretly glad that he was safe. If he lost the pearl, he would probably cry to death.

Yang Hao quickly hung the bead back on his neck, and in the next moment, his face changed drastically again.

The blood pool underwent a huge change. It was like boiling water as it violently churned. It was as if there was an angry dragon inside, crazily stirring the blood in the pool.

Yang Hao immediately leaped out of the blood pool and stood on the shore. His eyes were fixed on the violent blood pool and his handsome face was filled with worry.

"What's going on? Why was the blood pool in an uproar? Wasn't it fine just now? "

Immediately, Yang Hao's line of sight fell on the pearl in front of his chest. It was precisely after this pearl fell into the pool that such a drastic change happened.

What exactly is going on with this bead?