A month passed quietly, and the Suppression Relic had finally finished purifying the spiritual qi within it. Feng Fan's heart surged with joy as he gazed at the immense amount of energy stored inside.
'Good job, Little Brick. Now, let us cultivate to our heart's content!'
Sensing his happiness, the Suppression Relic hummed in response, almost like it was celebrating with him.
Sitting cross-legged, Feng Fan entered a state of deep cultivation. For the next week, he remained unmoving, his strength advancing like a storm. His progress was nothing short of astonishing, far beyond what he could have ever achieved before.
If he continued at this pace, he was confident he would break through to the next realm within a year.
However, the massive amounts of spiritual qi required for each advancement were also growing at an alarming rate. Feng Fan couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
'It is what it is. When the problem comes, I'll deal with it. At most, I'll just find more friends to rob.'
