Chapter 8
Author: Shanew
last update2026-03-19 17:13:38

"Let's test the potency of the Yuanling Nectar first."

​After burying Lei Wuji’s remains, Mo Fan retreated to his tree hollow. He uncorked the vial of golden nectar and took a measured sip.

​Whoosh!

​The liquid dissolved instantly on his tongue, transforming into a searing warm current that raced through his limbs and marrow. His pulse quickened, his heart thundering with newfound vigor. More importantly, he could feel the residual energy from the beast blood he’d consumed earlier—usually slow
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  • Chapter 8

    "Let's test the potency of the Yuanling Nectar first."​After burying Lei Wuji’s remains, Mo Fan retreated to his tree hollow. He uncorked the vial of golden nectar and took a measured sip.​Whoosh!​The liquid dissolved instantly on his tongue, transforming into a searing warm current that raced through his limbs and marrow. His pulse quickened, his heart thundering with newfound vigor. More importantly, he could feel the residual energy from the beast blood he’d consumed earlier—usually slow to process—being forcibly broken down and integrated into his cells.​Mo Fan didn't waste a second. He immediately dropped into his tempering stances.​Hours bled into the night. By the time he finished ten full sets of the body-building technique, he was drenched in sweat, but his eyes were glowing with excitement. The nectar’s effect had fully run its course, and every scrap of beast blood energy in his system had been absorbed.​"This is terrifyingly efficient," he whispered. "Blood that norm

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