Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

On the mountain path, Chen Xian and the fat man were running.

"Boss, that old man was too long-winded just now. I really want to beat him up."

The fat man was running while still feeling angry about what had just happened.

"Fatty, luckily I held you down. If we had started fighting, ten of us wouldn't have been enough for him."

"That old man looks ordinary, is he that powerful?"

The fat man didn't believe it.

"Fatty, you should be more careful when you go out. When the old man put his hands on our shoulders just now, I felt a very secret force probing my body. That force was very strong. Fortunately, he was just probing and had no ill intentions, otherwise we would be dead now."

Chen Xian was still a little frightened, so when the old man let them go, he immediately ran away with the fat man.

"That old man is so powerful? Then why did he pretend to be an old man at the entrance of the village to show me the way? Could it be that the information he gave us was false?"

The fat man rarely used his brain.

"I don't think so. His power can definitely kill us in an instant. If he wants to harm us, there is no need. It should be true that Lilith was taken away. Let's take a shortcut to the nearest town first. They should not have reached the nearest town in the north after two days of riding. We should be able to catch up with them by taking the shortcut."

The fat man was a little confused. He knew that Chen Xian had rarely left the village and the farthest place he had been to was a small town in the south.

"Boss, when did you become so familiar with the terrain outside? Didn't you say before that you had never been to a very far place?"

"I've never been there, but I have a map. I bought it from a traveling merchant when I went out to explore a few days ago."

"Boss, we have already run over two hills. Let's take a break. I can't run anymore."

The fat man was panting and stopped to shout to Chen Xian who was running in front of him.

Although he is now a second-level warrior, he is after all only at level 1 of the second level, and his internal fighting spirit is limited. He ran across two hills at full speed, and both were rugged mountain paths. The only reason he was able to hold on was because of his persistence in Lilith.

Chen Xian has already reached the great perfection of Qi training. Even without the support of spiritual energy, with his current physical strength, he can run to the town ahead in one breath without any problem. He only needs to replenish food while running.

Chen Xian came to the fat man, looked at his tired appearance, hesitated for a moment, took out a bottle of water from the space ring, which emitted a thick colorful halo in the sunlight.

The fat man took the bottle and said uncertainly.

"Could this be the sacred water in the pond?"

Chen Xian nodded.

The fat man opened the bottle and drank it all. After a moment, the fat man jumped up excitedly.

"Boss, I finally understand why they value this magic water so much. The effect is too powerful. With one bottle of water, I replenished all the fighting spirit I consumed while running away, and even gained some more. I feel like I'm about to reach level 2 of the second stage."

The fat man made two gestures in the air, with great force.

"Boss, how much water do you have left?"

The fat man looked at Chen Xian with hope.

"If you want to drink this water, there is plenty of it."

Chen Xian said domineeringly.

The fat man jumped up in cheers, but when he thought of the key point, he asked tentatively.

"Boss, did you develop this water? The water in that pond was just ordinary water before. It changed after you went out to practice. When you finished practicing, the water in the pond returned to normal."

"Well, it's a secret recipe my grandfather left me."

Chen Xian didn't want the fat man to continue asking, otherwise he had to tell the fat man that it was his bath water. Although the fat man knew it, considering the powerful effect of bath water, he would still ask him to drink it.

But a picture will appear in my mind: every time I take a shower, a wretched fat man is guarding outside, and while guarding, he shouts, "Brother, don't pour out your bath water, I want to drink it."

The thought of this gave him goosebumps.

He had drunk this water before in the cave, when he didn't know its efficacy, but it had no effect on his body. It was not as effective as meditating and guiding the seven-colored energy to flush the meridians.

When he came out of the cave and saw the location where the holy water appeared, and considering Leah's previous love for the small pool of water, even packing up everything before leaving, he already knew that the seven-color energy accumulated in his dantian would form this kind of holy water after being released in the water.

At present, he dare not let outsiders know. There are too many people coveting him, and he is not strong enough, which will bring him disaster.

He thought that he could sell water in exchange for cultivation resources after he had gained a certain level of strength.

He has even thought of the slogan for the ad: I don’t produce water, I’m just nature’s clay maker.

With the help of Chen Xian's magic water, the fat man was like a chicken with blood injected. They quickened their pace and continued on their journey. After running for a whole day, they finally reached the nearest town in the north of the village.

Chen Xian took out the map and calculated carefully. They were traveling day and night and taking a shortcut. Although the red-robed man had traveled for two days, they had to take the main road on horseback, which meant they had to take a detour. Moreover, the main road would pass through this town. Taking into account their rest time at night, it would take them half a day to arrive.

He and the fat man sat down in front of a small tea stall at the south gate of the town, drinking tea and observing the people entering the town.

What we should be thankful for at this time is that although the old man is long-winded, the information he provides is quite comprehensive.

Red robe, red horse, two people riding one.

They just need to pay attention to the information.

It was not until evening that a tall and majestic horse with blood-red bodies appeared at the town gate, carrying two people, one red and one white, covered in robes.

A slender and petite white robe was in front, and the wind from running blew the soft white robe against the body, outlining the already exquisite figure, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

The red robe was behind him, tightly hugging the white robe's delicate body, holding the reins with both hands, and slowing down at the entrance of the town.

Both of their heads were hidden in their large cloaks, so their faces could not be seen clearly.