In the cave, Lu Ye was cultivating hard, and after taking each pill, one spiritual orifice was full, and the next spiritual orifice barrier was broken. When he was sleepy, he would sleep, and when he was hungry, he would eat.
The days went by smoothly, even a little boring, but Lu Ye felt the continuous accumulation of spiritual power in his body and knew that this was the process of becoming stronger.
When he didn't reach the Lingxi Realm, he basically maintained the frequency of opening an orifice for three days, and the consumption was about six pills.
Now that it has become Lingxi Realm, it can still maintain the speed of opening one orifice for three days, but the consumption is higher, and it takes eight or nine Yun Lingdan to open one orifice.
The reason why the speed of enlightenment can still be maintained is because the cultivation base has improved, and the efficiency of refining the elixir is faster than before.
In the past, it took half a day to refine a single Yunling Pill, and only two in a day, but now if you pay enough attention, you can refine three pills.
In this way, although the consumption is greater, the speed of enlightenment can be maintained.
In a hurry for half a month, the last Yun Lingdan was exhausted.
Lu Ye checked his own cultivation and found that his realm was still at the first level of Lingxi, but his spiritual aperture had already opened to the fifteenth aperture, and the spiritual power of the fifteenth aperture was not full.
It is only the last three apertures away from the second-layer Lingxi realm! If he can be promoted to the second-layer of Lingxi, his strength will definitely be greatly improved. It is not yet. Although the reserves of spiritual power have increased a lot, the newly opened spiritual apertures are not systematic, and there is no way to fight. It has brought great help to Lu Ye.
He still has ore that can be exchanged for spirit stones in his hand. Having had previous experience, he plans to go down the mountain again to go to the Tianji Business Alliance.
Shi Shiran walked out of the cave, and the sun was shining brightly outside, but the jungle canopy was dense, and only scattered rays of light passed through the dense leaves, forming light spots on the ground.
Lu Ye squinted his eyes slightly, and after a while, he moved forward when he got used to it.
After walking not too far, he suddenly heard some strange movements not far away, he frowned slightly, and followed the sound and touched it quietly.
After a while, he hid behind a big tree and looked up.
In that direction, the three cultivators stood there as if they were facing a great enemy, all of them looked nervous, and one of the female cultivators was about to cry.
Not far from the three monks, a sturdy snow-white tiger was walking back and forth, and the amber tiger pupils looked at the three monks from time to time, giving people a great sense of oppression.
As it paced, its mouth opened and closed: "Open your storage bags and throw them on the ground, then get out of here, otherwise this king doesn't mind eating you!"
Lu Ye's eyes twitched when he heard it. He had heard this majestic old voice before, but it was finally confirmed that it was the ghost of Yiyi.
The three monks were obviously frightened. One of them shivered and untied the storage bag around his waist, opened the restraint lock, and threw it on the ground. He looked at the big tiger in horror, and apologized: "Your anger, we have no doubt offended you. , everything is here, please leave us alone."
The big tiger glanced at the storage bag on the ground and roared: "Get out!"
The man turned around quickly and ran away without looking back.
With him taking the lead, the other two monks also hurriedly dropped their storage bags and ran for their lives.
After confirming that the three cultivators had run far away, the big tiger slowly stepped forward, but before it could get closer, someone rushed out and grabbed the three storage bags in his hands.
The big tiger was frightened and jumped back suddenly, and on its head, a small figure floated out and stared at Lu Ye in a stunned manner: "That's our thing!"
Lu Ye grabbed the storage bag, checked it a little, and frowned.
He found that the contents in these storage bags were pitifully small. Each person only had a few pills of Yun Lingdan, herbs, and some miscellaneous daily necessities. As for the spiritual stones, there was no shadow at all.
Cursing the poor ghost, Lu Ye took out the Yunling Pill and divided it into two parts, took one for himself, and threw the other to Yiyi: "Whoever sees it has a share!"
Yiyi was startled by his actions, and pounced on him: "Give it back to me!"
"Keng!" The long sword was unsheathed, and Lu Ye looked at Yiyi who rushed in front of him, smiling without saying a word.
Yiyi's body froze in front of the long sword, gritted her teeth angrily, cursing, her mouth was like wiping honey.
"Should I go and call those three people back?"
Yiyi immediately shrank her neck and retreated reluctantly, knowing that the elixir in Lu Ye's hand could not be retrieved. She could feel that Lu Ye was much stronger than a month ago. Hand, the tiger is by no means an opponent.
However, the experience of being robbed made her feel extremely aggrieved, and she muttered such words as shameless and despicable.
"Ask you a question." Lu Ye said.
"I won't tell you anything you ask!" Yiyi gritted her teeth.
"Well answered, I'll give you these things back." Lu Ye raised the loot in his hand, it was just a few pills, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
"First Clan"
"Heh!" Yiyi smiled disdainfully, with a posture of treating money like dung, she put it on the tiger's head, sat up straight, and raised her head: "You ask!"
"I saw a lot of demon cultivators in the market at the foot of the mountain, and it doesn't seem like it's a big deal. Why are those people so afraid of you?"
This makes Lu Ye very puzzling. Those demon cultivators are definitely stronger than big tigers. Logically speaking, monks who are used to seeing demon cultivators have no reason to be so afraid of a monster without a shape. Six gods without masters.
"You don't understand this." Yiyi became complacent, "The demon cultivator who takes shape is different from the monster who doesn't transform..."
After her explanation, Lu Ye realized that not all monsters will choose to change shape, or it is a matter of intelligence, or their own choice, or perhaps it is the inheritance of blood, in short, a considerable number of monsters still Keep the original appearance.
When their strength is low, this type of monster cannot speak, but when their strength reaches a certain level, they can speak.
In other words, a monster who can speak human words is equivalent to a strong one! As for how strong it is, at least it is not something that these low-level monks can provoke.
Therefore, the combined deterrence of Dahu and Yiyi was very scary, and many monks who broke into this area suffered as a result.
"So that's the case!" Lu Ye understood and felt that he had learned more about common sense in the world of cultivation.
He raised his hand and threw the loot away, turned around and walked towards the mountain.
Yiyi checked to make sure there was nothing wrong, and shouted to Lu Ye's back, "Are you going?"
"None of your business!" From a distance, Lu Ye's voice came.
"Damn!" Yiyi mumbled, turned around and hugged the tiger's head, and said sadly, "Amber, we are so pitiful!"
"Woooo..."