As the silver energy began to pass through Yan Xiaobao's body, a surge of silver light erupted from the young man meditating in stillness. His eyes remained closed, his brows tightly knit as he focused on the new energy.
Once he identified the patterns of this energy, he spun his cultivation base with his spiritual energy, gathering the unrestrained energy entering through his mouth, derived from the Holy Flower.
The Holy Flower he had consumed earlier was entirely different from the one Yan Xiaobao just ingested. While the former was older and more refined, the energy it produced was like that of Wu Wei, capable of refining golden energy so potent it could elevate someone to a King, skipping over several stars in rank.
However, for Yan Xiaobao, no such leap occurred. He was unable to refine or fully control most of the martial power and spiritual energy within him. However, Lan Feng had already absorbed as much as he could.
