Chapter 124: People's Constitutions Are Not the Same

The Green Wood Seal was of no use to the current Fang Yu.

The great divine ability he cultivated was called the Seven-Repair Azure Flame Light; before reaching the 5th Stage of Divine Abilities Heavenly Man Realm, he could only absorb fire-type rare treasures. Absorbing anything else would cause true qi conflicts and easily lead to qi deviation.

However, after knocking Han Feiyu out, Fang Yu wasn't without gains — he obtained over twenty bottles of Hundred Herbs Liquid, which was better than nothing.

"Let's go, we'll head back."

The storm thus subsided. Fang Yu and the others returned to their own cave dwelling, leaving behind many disciples staring in stunned silence.

What had happened today truly exceeded their imagination — an Elder's grandson had actually been beaten savagely, and even stripped of all his Hundred Herbs Liquid. It was hard to imagine what measures that Elder would take next.

Fang Yu, however, didn't care at all. This time he had obtained several dozen bottles of Hundred Herbs Liquid, which could indeed be used to increase the strength of his physical body.

The cultivation methods of the Eternal Life Realm, before the Divine Ability Secret Realm, mainly increased the strength of the physical body — making the flesh powerful, boosting qi and blood to strengthen the spirit, and finally breaking open the Shentongzhi Sect.

But after stepping into the Divine Ability Secret Realm, one didn't cultivate the physical body much; the body's own strength increased very slowly.

Fang Yu currently had the strength of three hundred and twenty Dark Yellow Fierce Horses — all of it was the power of magic power. As for his physical body's own strength, it might have only increased a little; right now he had about the strength of thirty Dark Yellow Fierce Horses.

Physical body strength and magic power were two different concepts.

Unless one's cultivation base reached the Heavenly Man Realm, condensing one great formation after another within the body, would the physical body's strength advance by leaps and bounds.

"That kid Han Feiyu has set his sights on us. Looks like we need to hurry up and cultivate."

Ye Fan and Pang Bo had snatched over a dozen bottles of Hundred Herbs Liquid from those youths, but they weren't in a good mood — they hadn't wanted to cause trouble, only to cultivate in peace.

"In the Cultivation World, idiots like this are everywhere. Indeed, only by raising our strength can we wipe out these idiots."

Fang Yu's voice drifted through the air, making Pang Bo and Ye Fan nod.

That was indeed the logic.

Both of them were desperately hoping to grow stronger and cultivated with even greater effort.

Bottle after bottle of Hundred Herbs Liquid was drunk down. But after Pang Bo drank his seventh bottle, he sensed something was wrong — within his Sea of Bitterness, essence qi surged wildly, stabbing him with excruciating pain like needles.

"Not good — haste makes waste. The Elder was right; newly Gangru Sect disciples can't withstand the impact of too much Hundred Herbs Liquid…"

Pang Bo was drenched in sweat, enduring with all his might.

Ye Fan wanted to go find someone, but was stopped by Pang Bo, who insisted on relying on his own strength to digest this bottle of Hundred Herbs Liquid.

After refining it for a full hour, he finally came back to himself, his whole body feeling as if it were stuffed full.

Seeing this, Ye Fan finally set his mind at ease.

"Strange — you and Brother Fang also drank a lot of Hundred Herbs Liquid, yet nothing happened to either of you."

Pang Bo could no longer drink Hundred Herbs Liquid. He looked at Ye Fan and saw that Ye Fan had no discomfort at all; then he looked at Fang Yu and saw that this one drank Hundred Herbs Liquid as if it were water.

"Different people have different constitutions."

Fang Yu spoke, then swallowed another bottle of Hundred Herbs Liquid. He used magic power to draw the Hundred Herbs Liquid into his body, and after refining it, the vitality of his physical body was greatly enhanced.

Once the physical body grew stronger, the speed at which spiritual force increased became faster; spiritual force in turn converted into magic power, giving Fang Yu several more Dark Yellow Fierce Horses' worth of magic power.

But such a speed was still far too slow for him.

If he could obtain heavenly treasures, the speed at which his magic power increased would truly be called fast.

While he was refining Hundred Herbs Liquid, his mind could also pay attention to Ye Fan and Pang Bo cultivating not far away.

Ye Fan, with his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, could also swallow large amounts of Hundred Herbs Liquid. After swallowing the bottles that Pang Bo couldn't handle, he finally sensed his own Wheel of Life, where the source of divine power was boiling.

"I can feel the Wheel of Life!"

Joy appeared on Ye Fan's face, and he immediately used the method recorded in the Dao Scripture to strike at his Sea of Bitterness.

Fang Yu watched and clicked his tongue in praise — the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body really was different. To sense the Wheel of Life, one actually had to absorb so much Hundred Herbs Liquid.

Using magic power to see through Ye Fan's body, he could see that within his Sea of Bitterness there was endless divine radiance, a Jin Cancan expanse, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Ten thousands of divine beams, brilliant as rainbows; golden waves surged violently, like a fierce tsunami, waves crashing skyward.

It was hard to imagine that within a single person's body there could be so many strange phenomena. Fang Yu had looked at his own body and had none of these things at all.

When the heavens created him, they had not created these things within his body.

Therefore, he had to devour treasures from the outside world and make them his own.

"Tsunami reaching the heavens, sound like thunder, ten thousand layers of raging waves — seek within oneself, and one can become strong."

Fang Yu's expression shifted slightly.

Humans from different worlds had different bodily structures; this couldn't be learned.

"How come Little Ye Zi's Sea of Bitterness has so many things inside, while I have none?"

Pang Bo also watched, dumbstruck. He felt his own Sea of Bitterness — it was pitch-black as ink, looking lifeless and heavy, completely different from Ye Fan's Sea of Bitterness.

"Different people's constitutions really are different."

Pang Bo was shaken to his core.

Time hurried past. Ye Fan finally awoke, and in that instant of awakening, he felt a tiny speck of light appear at the site of his Sea of Bitterness — though only the size of a sesame seed, it shone brilliantly.

"Does this count as success?"

Ye Fan was somewhat curious.

"Of course it counts as success, but if you want to advance further, it will be somewhat difficult. After all, the resources we need are far too many."

Fang Yu spoke.

"That's true — resources, resources."

Ye Fan hummed in acknowledgment. The Hundred Herbs Liquid he needed to open his Sea of Bitterness was nearly ten times that of others. Breaking through one realm was fine, but if breaking through every realm required ten times the resources of others, how was he to cultivate?

Moreover, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body had not been absent in past ages — those great sects must certainly have cultivated it before. Even with extremely abundant resources, not a single fully-realized Desolate Ancient Sacred Body had ever emerged, proving there were other hardships and obstacles in the cultivation process.

Still, being able to step onto the path of cultivation was already very good.

The feeling of growing stronger was truly wonderful.

"Great — we can all cultivate now. That's a good thing. Next we still need to cultivate well. I think that Han Feiyu will still act against us."

Pang Bo was in a good mood, but thinking of the provocative Han Feiyu, he felt very annoyed again.

"No matter. In a few days we'll be heading into the depths of the Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven for training. If they want to make a move on us, we can make a move on them too. A gentleman avenges himself on the spot."

Fang Yu smiled.

"That's true enough, but Han Feiyu being so arrogant means he must have someone backing him."

Ye Fan's expression shifted; he instinctively sensed this matter was not so simple.

"The one we're taking care of is the one backing him. His own cultivation base is nothing at all."

Fang Yu's expression was leisurely.