Dragon Blood Devil Soldier

After approximately an hour, in the sealed secret room, Long Bufan looked at the large red cocoon floating above, and during this period, no urgent situation arose. After confirming that there was really no room for him to intervene, he retracted his gaze and muttered to himself: "Next, it's time to do my own thing."    

    

Long Bufan took a deep breath. Although cultivation was important, Long Bufan recognized that he was not an ascetic monk or something similar to that. He just liked to enjoy life on one side while training to improve himself.    

    

So, he saw Long Bufan take out a thick and soft cushion from the storage bag and then adjust it to a comfortable position as he sat down cross-legged.    

    

It could be said that as long as it was a living item, he had everything inside his storage bag.    

    

With food, Long Bufan naturally would not forget about Little White who was outside the secret room. After using the Soul Sound Transmission to summon it, a man and a beast started to devour the food in the wide secret room.    

    

Not long after, Little White, who had eaten its fill, stroked its plump stomach. Raising its head, it glanced at the slowly rotating fiery-red light cocoon and curiously asked: "Boss, when will big sister Fire Phoenix be revived?"    

    

In a situation where there were no outsiders present, Long Bufan inconspicuously dug his nose, playfully rubbed the feces in his hand into a small black ball, flicked his finger, and said while shaking his head: "I don't know, it only said that it might take a while."    

    

He shrugged and said, "As long as it doesn't take more than three months."    

    

Hearing this, Whitey just thought of something. In three months, wouldn't that be the Hundred Sects War its boss was going to participate in?    

    

If the Fire Phoenix revived after more than the registration period, wouldn't that mean the boss wouldn't be able to participate?!    

    

With the connection between their souls, Long Bufan could obviously see what Whitey was thinking. He reached out his hands to stroke Whitey's head and smiled faintly, "It's fine, it's just a competition. Right now, the most important thing is for fire to be reborn successfully."    

    

Little White's eyelids drooped a little. Although Long Bufan said that it did not matter, Little White actually understood that this was the Hundred Sect Competition that its boss had been looking forward to for the past two years. If he missed out on the competition that was held once every twenty years, he would be somewhat disappointed.    

    

However, now that the Fire Phoenix needed a protector, Long Bufan and Little White would definitely not abandon their comrades and quietly leave.    

    

Then, Long Bufan took a look at the spider like Lightning Spirit in his heart and said with emotion, "The Thunder Soul has been condensed, but it's still too small. Since we have time right now, we might as well make up for it with something."    

    

In order to nurture a Thunder Soul, one had to find something that also had the thunder attribute in order to grow it.    

    

With that thought, Long Bufan's consciousness immediately sank into the storage bag, and started to plunder, all the thunder-attribute pills and spirit herbs being brought out.    

    

Instantly, the secret chamber was filled with rich thunder attribute origin energy. Amongst them, the most common were the purple medicinal plants. These were the ones that he had obtained from the Treasure Chest earlier. There were several hundred of them.    

    

Little White looked at the large pile of purple grass and said, "Boss, these herbs are so strange. There's actually a small ball of thunder on the tip of the grass?!"