On the other hand, Chu Zhen smiled. He really was happy. Although he didn’t get Chu Yue’s Saint Spirit Grass, he knew that this year, Chu Feng’s Saint Spirit Grass would certainly be his.
A bit into the night, in the resting area for the outer court disciples. It was complete darkness.
After being busy for the entire day, everyone was very tired and they slept very early. Only Chu Feng’s room was still lit up by light.
He sat on the front of the bed, took out the Saint Spirit Grass that Chu Yue gave him and muttered, “I hope this Saint Spirit Grass can make you full.”
After saying that, Chu Feng closed both his eyes, clamped the Saint Spirit Grass between both his palms and did a strange hand seal.
At that instant, the spiritual energy inside the Saint Spirit Grass started to enter Chu Feng’s body through his palm and it converged into his dantian.
[TN: Dantian]
At the same time, chewing sounds came from Chu Feng’s dantian as if something was having a meal.
If you looked through his skin, you would discover in the deep part of Chu Feng’s dantian, a lump of lightning was occupying there.
That lump of lightning had nine colours and every colour was like a huge lightning beast. It emitted a terrifying aura that did not belong to this world.