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In the Demon Refining Pot Space, Ning Xiaolei did not immediately recover Yun Ming's injuries.    

    

He gave Ancestor Xuehong and Tero a task to persuade Yun Ming.    

    

As for Ning Xiaolei, he went to find the people training in the special space and gave them the Rank one aurous core.    

    

When everyone was done, Ning Xiaolei only had eight pellets left.    

    

Sister Hound Demon also gave one to Ning Xiaolei.    

    

"Who should I give the rest to?"    

    

Ning Xiaolei scratched his chin and pondered.    

    

The Rank one golden pellet was only effective on those below the fifth stage, so it was ineffective against those below it.    

    

After thinking for a long time, he really could not think of a suitable candidate. Ning Xiaolei let Tuanzi reward the more active members in developing the Demon Refining Pot.    

    

No matter who it was, they were still his subordinates.    

    

After dealing with the matter of the Rank one aurous core, Ning Xiaolei first asked for a piece of Bone Refining Talisman from the White Bone Spirit.    

    

Yun Ming didn't know when he would recover, so he decided to control it first.    

    

After inserting the Bone Refining Talisman into Yun Ming's body, Ning Xiaolei let Ancestor Xuehong and Tero continue persuading him to return and distribute the spoils of war.    

    

Other than the Rank one Jindan Stage, he still had the large herb field that Golden Winged Condor gave him, and there were quite a few spiritual herbs within.    

    

Ning Xiaolei did not stand on ceremony as he dug out all the thousand years and ten thousand years.    

    

As for the 100 year old ones, he didn't care about them right now. Let them slowly grow!    

    

After putting all the medicinal herbs into the Sumeru bag, Ning Xiaolei quickly found out what each of them could be used for.    

    

What surprised him was that this hundred thousand year old spirit medicine was also used to increase his cultivation.    

    

"Haha, it's impossible to not have a breakthrough in cultivation."    

    

Ning Xiaolei laughed, ecstatic. Today was harvest day.    

    

Ning Xiaolei didn't want the rest of the 100,000 year old ones, so he distributed all of them to them.    

    

Sitting cross-legged in that special area, Ning Xiaolei started to refine the 100,000-year-old medicinal plant.    

    

Unlike the Rank one golden pellet, the energy in the medicinal ingredients was somewhat mixed, and he needed to spend some time to refine it.    

    

However, it only took a year here and a day outside, so it didn't take too much time.    

    

After refining the medicinal herb into juice, Ning Xiaolei swallowed it whole.    

    

Violent energy spread throughout his body, attacking in all directions.    

    

Ning Xiaolei did not dare to be careless. He hurriedly focused his mind and continued to refine and refine the medicinal liquid, turning it into the refined energy that he needed.    

    

After spending more than ten days, Ning Xiaolei finally absorbed all the energy of the herbs.    

    

At this moment, his cultivation base was no longer at the late-fourth-level. It had reached the mid-fifth-level, and was also one that was close to breaking through to the late-fifth-level.    

    

"As expected."    

    

Ning Xiaolei was ecstatic. He really wanted more of these herbs. He wondered if Golden Winged Condor would be beaten to death if he continued to dig.    

    

After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to tell Golden Winged Condor about it.    

    

If it was too often, the possibility of Golden Winged Condor being beaten to death was very high.    

    

Ning Xiaolei didn't go out immediately to continue refining the pill when his cultivation level increased.    

    

However, he was refining the Grand Sun Primordial Flame this time, and he wanted to transform the golden flames around him.    

    

Ning Xiaolei was curious as to how strong the Grand Sun Primordial Flame and the Samadhi Primordial Fire were.    

    

In order to avoid affecting others, Ning Xiaolei specially found a remote corner.    

    

With a flash of light, Ning Xiaolei took out a wisp of the Grand Sun Primordial Flame from his spatial bag.    

    

In a split-second, a scorching hot aura spread out to the surroundings, dazzling everyone's eyes and making them hurt.    

    

Ning Xiaolei quickly wrapped the Grand Sun Primordial Flame with demonic qi. It was so scary!    

    

Circulating the Eastern Emperor Meridian, Ning Xiaolei pulled a small thread of the Grand Sun Primordial Flame which was like a hair and slowly absorbed it into his body.    

    

The moment the Grand Sun Primordial Flame came into contact with Ning Xiaolei's body, his expression changed and large drops of sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.    

    

A heart-wrenching pain spread through his heart. However, Ning Xiaolei endured it and did not utter a sound. He clenched his teeth and channeled all of his power into the Emperor's Scripture.