HUMMMMMM—ROOOOOAR!
In the center median of the Mount Azure Canyon Expressway, the fifty-foot-wide geyser of seven-colored Spirit Qi continued to shoot into the clouds, bathing the newly paved eight-lane highway in warm, golden mist.
Old Wei and General Tie Zhan sat cross-legged side by side on the granite curb next to the fountain.
Because both of them practiced Pei Xuan’s zero-flaw Furnace-Blood Scripture—which combined Martial Body-Tempering with Immortal Foundation Establishment—their bodies didn’t just absorb the freed Spirit Qi through their noses like fragile sect scholars. Instead, every single pore on their skin opened up like tiny whirlpools, sucking the rich, five-times-denser Continental Spirit Qi straight into their muscles, iron bones, and roaring bloodstreams!
CRACK-POP! CRACK-POP!
Deep inside Old Wei’s scarred chest and Tie Zhan’s bear-like torso, their Rank 5 Mid Foundation Establishment dantian seas boiled like molten gold.
Seeing Hong Ling and Old Guo come trotting down the highway from the kitchen carts—Hong Ling still holding her abacus and twin cleavers, and Old Guo carrying his favorite forty-pound iron wok on his back—Pei Xuan waved them over to the median strip.
“Little Ling, Uncle Guo! Sit down next to Old Wei and General Tie!” Pei Xuan called out with a bright smile. “The four of you have been following me since the days when we only had thirty-two catties of millet and a dry mud hole in the desert. Now that we’ve unplugged the last Spirit Vein of the Central Continent, the best drop of soup belongs to my own…
