Chapter 291

Lin Meng held the tea jar, unable to put it down; the ordinary spiritual tea in Ye Fan's mouth was already a treasure in her eyes.

These items imbued with spiritual energy were all scarce to her, just as cola and organic rice would be priceless on the Tian Gang Continent.

Thus Lin Meng pondered and said:

"Ye Fan, anything with spiritual energy, if used long-term, will subtly transform you; don't underestimate them."

Ye Fan, upon hearing this, instantly felt his vision was narrow; the fairy sister was right—this spiritual tea, no matter what, contains spiritual energy; even if it cannot directly raise one's cultivation, regular drinking will surely bring cumulative benefits, not to be slighted.

"I understand, fairy sister; if you like this spiritual tea, next time I see Senior Brother Song I'll ask him to buy more."

Lin Meng: "That's excellent, thank you for the trouble."

After ending the conversation with Ye Fan, Lin Meng quickly withdrew her mental energy, stroking the jade jar and thought, if these tea leaves could also be cultivated on Earth, how wonderful that would be.

If grown in abundance, they would surely release some spiritual energy; perhaps she could create a spiritual garden to first supply her cultivation.

But the seeds of spiritual tea are undoubtedly precious; for now, mass cultivation seems unlikely, so she can only plan for the long term.

After thinking, Lin Meng immediately set about brewing herself a pot of tea.

When the tea leaves met water, the spiritual energy retracted inward instead of emanating, all blending into the tea; only the fragrance could be smelled, unusually rich and distinctive.

After letting it cool, Lin Meng could not wait to take a sip.

In an instant, her mouth and teeth filled with spiritual energy, which streamed straight through her oral cavity into her body.

After just one sip, she felt abundant spiritual energy wandering within her body.

Lin Meng couldn't help wondering whether this was the same feeling Ye Fan had when drinking cola.

That sensation of being enveloped by rich spiritual energy relaxed and nourished her entire body and mind.

Lin Meng licked her lips, couldn't resist drinking several more gulps until the whole pot was gone; her body's spiritual energy became ample, even giving her a slight sense of fullness.

Lin Meng hurried back to her room, sat cross-legged, began to regulate her breath and cultivate, taking this opportunity to refine the spiritual energy.

Only when the night grew deep and quiet did Lin Meng withdraw from her cultivation state.

Although this pot of spiritual tea did not elevate her to mid-Foundation Establishment, it did make her early-Foundation Establishment cultivation more stable, forging a sturdier foundation.

"Good stuff."

Lin Meng couldn't help sighing, thinking that if she could brew it with spiritual water, the effect might be even better.

Unfortunately, there is no spiritual water on Earth, and Ye Fan's spiritual water is also very precious.

The matter of obtaining spiritual water can only be set aside for now.

However, Lin Meng thought that next time she brews new spiritual tea, she should seek some mountain spring water; if she used low-deuterium water from the Tian Shan glacier, it would be luxurious, but not wasteful on the spiritual tea.

For now she didn't have the inclination, so she put the leftover brewed spiritual tea together with the teapot into her space.

Such precious spiritual tea must be steeped at least ten or so times to completely drain its spiritual energy.

Seeing that it was late, Lin Meng tidied up and went out, returning once more to the mountains where she had been the previous night.

Tonight there was some mountain breeze; Lin Meng first practiced the Void-Stepping Technique, discovering her proficiency was indeed high, executing it with ease.

Once this technique is mastered, it is unforgettable for a lifetime, forever etched in the mind.

Subsequently Lin Meng tried the Wind Technique.

As soon as she activated it, her body involuntarily rose with the wind into midair, nimbly darting through the mountains.

Even more surprising, when she employed the Wind Technique, there was virtually no sound or movement; it felt silky smooth, as if she had become part of the wind itself, drifting with it yet retaining control over speed and direction.

After practicing the Wind Technique for half an hour, Lin Meng took out her flying sword.

After recognizing her master with a drop of blood, Lin Meng immediately drew it from its sheath; the silver blade gleamed in the moonlight with a chilling, lethal aura.

Although Ye Fan said this was merely the basic flying sword issued to every disciple above the seventh Qi Refining layer in the sect, and among flying-sword-type magical artifacts it is of the lowest tier, to Lin Meng it was already a precious sword.

She infused it with spiritual power; the flying sword immediately emitted a hum, then a flash of silver light, hovering beside Lin Meng's feet.

Lin Meng swallowed, then stepped onto it with one foot.

The sword's body was too narrow and thin; Lin Meng worried that stepping on it would exceed its capacity.

But she overthought it; a flying sword infused with spiritual power would not be so fragile.

Upon stepping up, aside from a slight wobble of the blade, it actually bore her weight completely.

Lin Meng held her breath, pushed off hard, lifting her other foot, and her center of gravity quickly shifted onto the foot planted on the flying sword.

For a moment, her body swayed uncontrollably; the flying sword beneath her feet felt less like a sword and more like a piece of driftwood floating on water, making balance hard to maintain at first.

But soon, following the instructions in the manual, Lin Meng learned how to control the flying sword with spiritual energy.

Once Lin Meng could stand steadily on the sword, she activated her spiritual power, instantly causing the flying sword to bear her aloft like an eagle striking the heavens; she shot out in one leap, flying beyond the woods.

The flying sword hovered above the hill, looking down; the dense forest swayed in the night breeze, creating a unique ambience.

Lin Meng's heart stirred; she raised her gaze to the distance; although her altitude was not yet sufficient, for the sparsely high-rise Qing Tang Town she already felt as if she could survey all the mountains as small.

After admiring the night view of Qing Tang Town, Lin Meng continued to channel her spiritual power to rise higher, until she entered the cloud layer, where the town below appeared miniature; only then did she settle on a direction and dart away like a wisp of smoke.

The wind howled in her ears, forcing Lin Meng to use spiritual power to shield against the wind.

After flying for a full half hour, she felt only a slight depletion of her internal spiritual power; the spiritual energy consumed by sword flight was less than she had expected.

However, her flight speed was not fast; occasionally birds passed by her side, and the birds could even overtake her.

At first Lin Meng did not seek speed, for fear that if an accident occurred she truly could not afford to be injured.

Speed can be gradually increased; after all, she does not need to become strong immediately, and she has plenty of time.

After flying another hour or so, her spiritual power had not diminished much, but maintaining a tense nervous state throughout still left Lin Meng feeling fatigued.

Thus she landed her flying sword back in the forest, returned to town, and fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

At the same time, that night on the other side of Earth, Ye Chenjing also stayed up very late.

The international hotel where he stayed had extremely strong privacy, and the suite was spacious enough.

After finishing a full day's work, Ye Chenjing returned to his room and took off a pendant from his neck, to the end of which two tiny drift bottles were tied, strung together.

He undid one of the drift bottles and poured out the pill inside.

They looked, then tilted their head back and swallowed it in one gulp...