"That… Junior Brother Su Xing."
"Here are your clothes."
Beside them, Yao Que took out a set of clothes and handed them to Su Xing.
"…"
Su Xing was stunned, his face suddenly turning extremely ugly.
Was this some kind of joke? His dignity as a holy son was barely hanging by a thread!
He almost clenched his teeth as he changed into the clothes.
Then, glaring at Ning Tian by the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, he prepared himself to watch a good show.
This kid, he was sure Ning Tian wouldn't be able to hold on as long as he did, and he would definitely perform worse!!!
As Ning Tian slowly walked towards the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, he hadn't even gotten close when he felt an immense pressure.
It was truly a spirit spring descending from the heavens, rich with spiritual energy!
He took a deep breath, operated the Heavenly God Record, and stepped into the Immortal Spirit Waterfall one step at a time.
Inside the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, there was a rock just right for someone to sit cross-legged on.
With a flash of dragon-light movements under Ning Mo's feet, he leaped and sat upon the huge rock!
Swoosh!
Swoosh swoosh!
Instantly, the spirit spring waterfall drenched him thoroughly, like a drowned rat.
However,
Ning Tian didn't mind, operating his spiritual energy, he began to silently endure the washing of the spirit spring water.
At first, he felt as if the water from the spirit spring was only like tiny pebbles falling on his body, not causing pain or itch.
But with time, it felt like a mountain pressing down.
This scene immediately caught the attention of the people next to the Immortal Spirit Spring.
"Ah?"
"It's only been half an hour, could the grandmaster already be unable to hold on?"
"What a pity."
"Pfft!"
Finally, Su Xing spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling extremely frustrated.
"Ah! Junior Brother Su Xing, what's wrong with you?" Yao Que was terrified by this scene.
"Hmph, look, just look. He's not only inferior, but also weak, now he has spat blood, right?"
"Pfft, you… you…"
Su Xing, who still had some breath left in him, could no longer bear it after hearing this and spewed out several mouthfuls of fresh blood.
"Look over there!"
"The grandmaster seems to be holding on again!"
At that moment, a surprised voice arose from the side.
Swoosh!
In an instant, all eyes were drawn away, looking towards the Immortal Spirit Waterfall.
"What is…?"
Yaochi's holy maiden had been silently watching Ning Tian and suddenly, a look of astonishment flashed across her beautiful eyes.
What was that?
They saw a massive surge of spiritual energy appear behind Ning Tian!
Boom!
The entire spirit sea instantly enveloped the Immortal Spirit Waterfall, turning one hundred and ninety-nine Lei Jie spiritual veins into one hundred and ninety-nine thunder dragons, constantly rushing straight up the Immortal Spirit Waterfall!
Seeing this, many disciples of Yaochi covered their mouths with their hands, shocked.
This… what's happening?
Suddenly, under the puzzled gazes of the women, from those one hundred and ninety-nine thunder dragons, a slender, colorful sound dragon emerged!
"Is that, a spiritual vein?"
The pupils of Yaochi's holy maiden shrank sharply, sucking in a breath of cold air.
A spiritual vein?
Was the grandmaster simultaneously enduring the massive impact of the Immortal Spirit Waterfall and also cultivating a spiritual vein?
The group of Yaochi females, one by one, had their eyes widened, their expressions as vivid as they could be.
This scene was simply… outrageous!
"He's… he's cultivating a spiritual vein?"
Su Xing's brain went blank as he dully watched the scene, a flash of shock in his eyes!
He had just experienced the wash of the spirit spring waterfall.
He naturally understood the terror of this Immortal Spirit Water!
All he could focus on was resisting with all his spiritual energy, yet Ning Tian had the leisure to cultivate a spiritual vein!?
"I…"
"Pfft!!!"
Su Xing spit out a mouthful of blood, his vision went dark, and he fainted away.
"Ah!"
"Junior Brother Su Xing? Wake up, Junior Brother Su Xing!"
"Someone, Junior Brother Su Xing has fainted!"
Seeing this, Yao Que hurriedly called for help in panic, but no one paid her any attention.
Their gaze was fixated on the young man at the Immortal Spirit Waterfall.
At this moment, Ning Tian was operating the Heavenly God Record, continuously trying to cultivate spiritual veins!
He had just discovered that the spiritual energy within this spirit spring was extremely rich, and it seemed to contain some kind of Dao rhythm, that was the Music Dao.
What Ning Tian was trying to cultivate now was the Music Dao spiritual vein!
He firmly believed, since there were Three Thousand Great Daos, why couldn't there be Three Thousand Spiritual Veins?
Each kind of Dao might, perhaps, create a kind of spiritual vein!
Three Thousand Great Dao Spiritual Veins, if successfully cultivated, wouldn't that mean invincibility?
Ning Tian's current idea was terrifying.
If others knew, they would not only be shocked, but would call him mad.
Because no one has ever tried to cultivate the Three Thousand Great Dao Spiritual Veins before!