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The Legend of Innate Mage By Hua Luo Wei Yao Characters: 10209

Updated: 2019-07-10 00:06


'This is not a time to be thinking twice', Ricky thought. In a single beat, he activated the spiritual energy transferred from the Spiritual Energy Nourishing Pills. He gathered the pills and poured them into his spiritual meridian. As an effect, the spiritual energy traveled into every cell of his body, inch by inch.

And in an instant, his body recuperated. He felt stronger, with the vigor in his body refueled.

The pills were very much effective, cleansing and nourishing every aspect of his being. It was not too long after that Ricky achieved the zenith of fifth grade of Skin Refinement.

"Ah! Three Spiritual Energy Nourishing Pills was all I needed. Remarkable!" Ricky said with such joy and excitement. He let out a turbid breath and said, "But afterwards, perhaps the Spiritual Energy Nourishing Pills won't have such a huge influence on me, even if I possess this new magical spiritual meridian!"

Everything was better taken in just the right amount. And when it came to medicine's side effects, one should be wary. Too little will garner you with no effect, and an overdose would leave you in a fatal position.

Nevertheless, Ricky was quite satisfied with these three Spiritual Energy Nourishing Pills. With the pills that he took, he saved almost twenty days of cultivation.

"I just reached the fifth grade of Skin Refinement. If I reach the sixth grade, the realm would most likely be unstable. So if I want to increase my power, I should turn to the Nonuple Flame Strike and the Nine-degree Body Refining Formula."

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth stimulated and honed the Nonuple Flame Strike. It condensed the flame elements, poured them onto the saber and wielded the blade of the flame.

The flame blade's power rested upon the amount of flame elements transferred from the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth--the more flame elements, the stronger and more powerful the blade would become.

Speed also played an essential role in the power of the flame blade. If you could wield the blade once per second while others could wield it three times, there was no doubt that you would be killed.

Surely, every disciple thought that a certain kind of spiritual meridian of different natures had their own suitable cultivation method. But unlike what these disciples said, Ricky was like a Jack-of-all-Trades--he could adapt to and make do of any kind of cultivation method, since his spiritual meridian seemed to have no special attribute.

Ricky's eyes sparkled, seemingly beaming with flames. He leaped out of the house excitedly and ran into the small yard with a saber in hand.

Whoosh!

Flames started to encapsulate his saber. Heat was rushing through his body. Suddenly, a flash of light almost blinded him as he held his arms high, flames wildly spurted around. Eureka! Every time he wielded the saber, flame danced fiercely on the blade.

Such cultivation was no easy task. It lasted for four hours and finally came to an end.

Not all cultivation was perfect, just like how Ricky was uns

d.

"Don't flatter me. All this hard work is yours," said Grace softly. "Tomorrow's battle will be a matter of life and death. Are you sure you can handle it? If not, I can try to postpone the battle to a different time."

"Master, don't you trust me?" Ricky questioned

"I'm just afraid that you would end up dead after the gruesome battle," Grace said nonchalantly

"By the way, Master, where have you been the whole month?" Ricky asked as he shrugged his Master's remarks

Ricky was very much concerned with the whereabouts of his master as she was one of the few people who truly cared about him.

"I went to relieve you of your worries, lest you be distracted in the decisive battle tomorrow," Grace answered simply.

"Relieve my worries?" Ricky was a little confused on hearing this.

'I've already had the battle to worry about. How could I have any other worries besides it?' Ricky thought.

"Master? Don't tell me you..." Ricky said with jubilant anticipation

"Yes," Grace interjected. "I have saved your father from the Nan Clan, so you don't have to worry about it being used by Wade against you tomorrow." She added, "Whatever happens between you and Wade tomorrow, I only want one result, and that is your success."

"Father! My father is all right!" Ricky was elated. He couldn't wipe off the wide grin on his face as he heard her say that his father was finally safe. He felt like a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. All the pain from the rigorous training dissipated.

What his master said was true. Wade would have a huge edge against him if his father was still captive in their hands. Should he use this to coerce him to losing the battle, all this hard work would be for naught.

After all, no decent son would put the life of his father at risk. Ricky knew this well.

"Thank you so much, Master!" Ricky couldn't find the right words to express his eternal gratitude to his kind master. He wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes as he thanked Grace for saving his father.

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