Low-grade Recovery Light could cause beginning stage and intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioners to instantly recover all their Inner Qi. Medium grade Recovery Light was for later stage and pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm pract.i.tioners. Top grade Recovery Light could cause a Martial Arts Grandmaster to instantly recover all their Inner Qi.
As for the superb grade Recovery Light, in theory, as long as they did not pa.s.s a certain limit, ancient martial art pract.i.tioners of any cultivation realm could instantly recover.
Unlike the Unsealing Light, the Recovery Light could be used in combination. For example, with only low-grade Recovery Lights on hand, a later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioner that needed to recover all their Inner Qi could use three low-grade Recovery Lights consecutively and it would achieve the intended result.
Pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioners would need to use nine low-grade Recovery Lights consecutively in order to completely recover. In theory, Martial Arts Grandmasters would need at least twenty or more low-grade Recovery Lights.
For Martial Arts Grandmasters, low-grade Recovery Lights were insubstantial. They would find it difficult to have the time to consecutively use Recovery Lights, especially in battle.
Therefore, the higher a pract.i.tioner's cultivation, the higher grade of Recovery Light they would need. Otherwise, in this world, it was still very dangerous.
Mo Wen gave the Recovery Light in his hand a squeeze. A faint blue light immediately spread out. The next moment, Mo Wen felt the Inner Qi in his body rise frenziedly. In the time it took to take a breath, his Inner Qi had completely recovered to its peak condition.
He had only obtained a low-grade Recovery Light. However, his cultivation was also only at the intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm and could completely be recovered.
Once recovered, Mo Wen frenziedly killed illusionary beasts in the forest, killing all he encountered. He paid special attention to those illusionary beasts of the seventh rank and above. He would not let any of them get away.
Mo Wen knew that in three days' time, the more resources he gathered, the higher his chances of survival would be. Although this was a game, it was a Game of Death.
Of course, when he encountered very powerful illusionary beasts, Mo Wen could only run.
In just fifteen minutes, the illusionary beasts that Mo Wen killed were enough to completely unseal his cultivation. At the same time, he obtained six Healing Lights and four Recovery Lights, as well as one Unsealing Light.
Mo Wen discovered that it was easiest for Healing Lights to drop when killing seventh rank monstrous beasts. The next easiest was Recovery Lights. Unsealing Lights were considered the rarest drops. When an Unsealing Light had dropped when he had killed the two monstrous wolves earlier on, he had been incredibly lucky.
After his cultivation was completely unsealed, Mo Wen discovered that as he killed more illusionary beasts, his cultivation began to gradually rise, increasing bit by bit. If this continued, it would probably not take long for his cultivation to reach the later stage of the Golden Elixir realm.
At the same time, he also discovered that increasing his cultivation using this method was far more difficult than unsealing his cultivation. The power required to increase cultivation was twice that needed to unseal cultivation.
If an ancient martial art pract.i.tioner only had intermediate stage Golden Elixir realm cultivation and wanted to kill illusionary beasts to reach the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm, that was far more difficult than a Martial Arts Grandmasters completely unsealing their own cultivation.
Mo Wen estimated that the chances of an average Martial Arts Pract.i.tioner completely unsealing their cultivation within the three-day limit were high. If there were no accidents, they could completely recover it.
It would be more difficult for ancient martial art pract.i.tioners at the intermediate stage of the Golden Elixir realm, like him to increase their cultivation to the Martial Arts Grandmaster realm. Their chances of success were rather slim because there was simply not enough time.
Mo Wen knew that if he wanted to survive in this place, he could only do so if he was powerful. How could he become powerful enough? The only way was by killing illusionary beasts.
He had no intention of resting anymore, and constantly sought out illusionary beasts in the forest. If he encountered any illusionary beasts that were too powerful or a large pack of monstrous beasts, he immediately ran away.
Mo Wen's escaping ability was greater than that of pinnacle of the Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioners. Hence, as he slaughtered his way through, he did not meet any real dangers.
Time pa.s.sed slowly. Mo Wen kept killing monstrous beasts in the forest. He was very fortunate, and his cultivation was increasing bit by bit.
Half a day pa.s.sed by just like that. The more illusionary beasts Mo Wen killed, the more powerful his cultivation became. A powerful aura constantly emanated from his body.
Suddenly, a huge tiger demon charged out of the forest. Everywhere it went, it caused chaos. Trees were pushed over and rocks went flying. Its Qi wave spread out and flattened the uneven hill slope.
The tiger demon was five meters tall and ten meters long. On its brow, a golden character for "king" was s.h.i.+ning brilliantly. It was white with black stripes, and had the air of a king of the forest.
Suddenly, a windswept past. Nearby on a large tree, the silhouette of a person quietly appeared. It was Mo Wen.
He was dressed in white and stood facing the wind, his clothes fluttering. He wielded a longsword in his hands. He seemed to have become one with wind between heaven and earth.
The tiger demon suddenly stopped in its tracks and furiously turned its head to look in the direction of the youth dressed in white. A scarlet glow flashed in its eyes.
"A forest saber-toothed tiger with later stage seventh rank cultivation. However, because of its powerful bloodlines, its combat power is close to that of a pinnacle of the seventh rank monstrous beast. It will be a difficult opponent to deal with." Mo Wen glanced at the huge tiger and immediately determined the monstrous beast's ability.
He had killed three or four later stage seventh rank monstrous beasts, but it was his first time encountering such a gifted later stage seventh rank monstrous beast with such a powerful bloodline.
Mo Wen only hesitated for a moment, then flew towards the saber-toothed tiger. His body emanated an aura that was far more powerful than before.
A sword light flashed past.
The trees surrounding the saber-toothed tiger splintered one by one. They were like bamboo being chopped into chopsticks, falling to the ground one by one.
With the flash of its silhouette, the saber-toothed tiger tried to evade Mo Wen's slash. But Mo Wen's swordsmans.h.i.+p was too fast and the tiger quickly realized that there was no chance of avoiding it. With an angry roar, a ferocious look flashed in the tiger's eyes. A ma.s.s of white light exploded from its body, furiously cras.h.i.+ng into Mo Wen's sword light.
The sword light slashed downwards. It cleaved apart every obstacle in its path, penetrating through the white light emanated by the saber-toothed tiger.
A b.l.o.o.d.y streak appeared in the tiger's body. The slash Mo Wen had inflicted on the beast was deep—deep enough to reveal the bone.
Mo Wen's current power was no weaker than that of an ordinary later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art pract.i.tioner. Together with the Sacred Fire Sword, his sword power was impressive and hard to defend against.
Being injured after just one exchange immediately aroused the ferocity of the saber-toothed tiger. With a roar, stones and sand were sent flying in the surroundings and the strength of the sound was powerful enough to cause some of the nearby trees to explode.
A white silhouette flashed past, flying across the sky. Then, it split into three, becoming three images, charging towards Mo Wen from three directions.
A duplication technique!
A look of astonishment appeared in Mo Wen's eyes. He actually could not tell the three images apart. Which one was the real saber-toothed tiger? Or were all three images the real saber-toothed tiger? The three all had the same posture, movements, aura and even emanated the same power. He could not tell them apart at all.
Mo Wen slashed at one of the silhouettes. At the same time, his other hand extended outwards, releasing a Spiritual Profound Sword Qi which cleaved towards another image.
One of the images was destroyed with one slash by Mo Wen. The Sacred Fire Sword directly pierced through it, not facing any real resistance.
A fake.
The second image crashed towards the Spiritual Profound Sword Qi, directly fragmenting and breaking apart in mid-air.
Another fake.
Right now, the third image had already appeared before Mo Wen, less than two meters in front of him.
Right now, it was clearly too late for Mo Wen to use other means. However, he was already prepared. A black and gold swirl quietly appeared in front of him. The last huge tiger crashed into the black and gold swirl.
However, what surprised Mo Wen was that the third image was actually instantly destroyed as well. It seemed to be extremely fragile, crumbling with a blow.
"Not good!"
Mo Wen's expression changed slightly. The tiger demon was actually so cunning. He had not expected for all three images to be fake.
A gale suddenly swept up and quietly appeared behind Mo Wen. At the same time, an image in the shape of a tiger floated out from the gust of wind. It extended a tiger claw and furiously swiped at Mo Wen's heart.
Because he was caught up with the three images, Mo Wen did not have a chance at all to block the attack from behind him right now.
If he had a defensive magical treasure on him, Mo Wen would not need to fear the huge tiger's ambush. But right now, aside from the flying dagger spiritual weapon, his other treasures had yet to be unsealed. Battling against such a mythical beast, he could only depend on himself.
Just in the nick of time, a golden light lit up from Mo Wen's body. The Indestructible Body of Vajrapani instantly enveloped his entire body. Suddenly, Mo Wen felt a huge force crash into his back. His figure went flying away.
Mo Wen's expression turned pale. He spat out a mouthful of blood. He felt a searing pain in his back, as though his back was on fire. The clothes on his back were completely shredded. His back was a mess of blood and flesh.
If his own body's flesh was not strong enough, and he had not unleashed the Indestructible Body of Vajrapani, the single claw from the Saber-toothed Tiger Demon would most likely have penetrated his body.
"Such a cunning tiger." Mo Wen breathed in deeply. He wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He gazed sullenly at the Saber-toothed Tiger Demon behind him.
Usually, it was very hard to trick Mo Wen. He had not expected a sneak attack to be successful. This saber-toothed tiger must have used some special ability. Some gifted monstrous beasts of n.o.ble blood had special natural abilities.
Mo Wen was shocked to realize that the tiger demon was actually a rare monstrous beast with special natural abilities.
The tiger demon floated in mid-air. Its body leaned forward, forming an attacking stance. In its eyes, there was some hesitance. It seemed to wonder as to why its all-out attack had actually not killed this human. Since when did the body of humans become powerful to this extent? Could it be that its opponent was a monstrous beast in human form?
Mo Wen was also somewhat enraged after having drawn the short straw. He simply waved his hand. A black light flashed and moved through the air like a stretch of silk, furiously slas.h.i.+ng towards the Saber-toothed Tiger Demon. It was the flying dagger spiritual weapon.
Mo Wen could use spiritual weapons without needing to expend spiritual stones. However, this drained a lot of Inner Qi from him. Hence, under normal conditions, in order to save up Inner Qi, Mo Wen would not simply use spiritual weapons.
The might of spiritual weapons could increase the combat ability of an ancient martial art pract.i.tioner by at least a third. Once the flying dagger spiritual weapon appeared, the Saber-toothed Tiger Demon immediately felt a sense of danger and dashed away to evade the attack.
Mo Wen seemed to have already antic.i.p.ated its reaction, taking a step before the tiger could act. The evading tiger demon crashed straight into Mo Wen.
Lightning flashed from Mo Wen's fist. The next moment, his fist viciously pummeled into the Saber-toothed Tiger Demon's skull.
