Zhu Lingwu threw the little white fox into the iron cage, and ignored the little white fox and turned his head to look. With an angry look, he clapped his hands and stood up, walked towards the door of the room.

Liangcai was waiting in front of the door, followed by another servant, holding a wooden box, inside which was the prepared medicine soup and spirit beast blood.

"Okay, Liangcai will lock the cage, don't let my little Daji run away!"

Zhu Lingwu named the little white fox Daji. He was really full of expectations for it. Unfortunately, only he knew the meaning of this name, which others could not understand.

The little white fox turned his head, avoided Zhu Lingwu's eyes, opened his mouth slightly and closed it a few times, as if he was secretly cursing Zhu Lingwu. His expression looked very anthropomorphic.

Its actions were unable to hide from Zhu Lingwu's soul surveillance monitoring, which is why Zhu Lingwu always doubted that it could speak.

But Zhu Lingwu did not expose its little movements, but just signaled the servant to give the blood of the spirit beast to himself and stretched his body comfortably.

At that moment, Liangcai obediently went in and locked the iron cage that locked the little white fox again. Another servant here also opened the wooden box and gave Zhu Lingwu a jade bowl of spiritual beast blood.

Zhu Lingwu took it with one hand. The jade bowl was not big. After the spiritual beast blood was mixed with medicine soup, it looked like more than 300 milliliters, and it looked like half a bowl was full.

This spirit beast blood is indeed different from the blood of an ordinary beast. Zhu Lingwu can see some luster flashing slightly inside with his naked eyes.

As for the medicine soups added, they also had a subtle reaction with the spiritual power in the blood. A special liquid fluctuation occurred in the jade bowl, like an alchemy medicine that was undergoing a chemical reaction.

Zhu Lingwu did not hesitate anything, picked up the bowl and poured it into his throat, not daring to taste the taste carefully.

After all, the fishy smell of blood is not very pleasant. When I was a lich, I didn’t feel any taste, so I could drink as much as I wanted. I would even dare to smash it in my mouth a few times.

Now this body is alive, and the body has undergone special conditioning, which makes it more sensitive to the smell of blood.

Every time I drink blood, it’s really a torment. Fortunately, these bloods are digested very quickly for Zhu Lingwu, and Zhu Lingwu will not really let them enter his stomach and intestines.

With a slight frown, Zhu Lingwu reached out and took a piece of brocade hand from the servant. Not long after, he spitted out a mouthful of turbid blood at the jade bowl, and put half a bowl in the jade bowl, and then wiped his mouth with the brocade hand.

He handed the bowl of turbid blood without any spiritual energy or medicinal power to the servant, and Zhu Lingwu also threw the Jinpao back, "Ashan, remember the rules, and don't let anyone know about this bowl of blood. How did you deal with it before?"

Zhu Lingwu naturally didn't want people to know that after drinking the spiritual beast blood that was adjusted by the medicine soup, he would absorb the spiritual power and medicine power in his inner body so quickly, and then spit out the remaining turbid blood. So every time he would ask his servants to carefully deal with the turbid blood he vomited out.

It used to be ordinary beast blood, and Zhu Lingwu could ask these servants to find a place to bury them. This time it was spiritual beast blood. Zhu Lingwu had to remind the servant who was responsible for dealing with the turbid blood again. He didn't want Liu Ping to know about this, and he didn't want the pharmacist Meng to know about it.

"Don't worry, young master, the villain will obey the young master's instructions and pour it into the stove and burn it, and will never let anyone notice it!"

This servant named Ashan originally worked in Zhu Lingwu's private kitchen, so he had many opportunities to pour the bowl of turbid blood into the stove to deal with it.

"Yeah, go down!"

Zhu Lingwu waved to him slightly distractedly. At this moment, Zhu Lingwu was sensing the effects brought to him by the spirit beast blood that he drank in his body.

This bowl of spiritual beast blood was taken out from the body of the black bear with upper and lower earth spirit veins, so it condensed a good earth-type spiritual power.

Added the medicine soup configured by the pharmacist in Mongolia. This earth-based spiritual power and life energy contained in the blood was completely stimulated, so when it entered Zhu Lingwu's body, the energy was absorbed by Zhu Lingwu's body.

The medicine and the life energy contained in the medicine soup and the blood are fine. Anyway, they are directly integrated into Zhu Lingwu's body, but the innate earth spiritual power is really a bit unique.

Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts could clearly feel a stream of light yellow energy. With his body instinct like absorbing blood into the essence, it rose out of the spirit bear's blood and entered all parts of his body, but it seemed that it was a little unwilling to obey the command and refused to merge into its body.

This is naturally the innate earth spiritual power. Zhu Lingwu's soul thoughts track them to swim in their bodies. This innate earth spiritual power did not integrate into their bodies. It was like oil from water, wandering in their bodies, and some of them were even merged together.

As their degree of fusion increases, it looks like the rising of the clear air, and it looks like it is a little bit trying to float out of Zhu Lingwu's body.

"Uh, it's not right, strange, why can't this innate spiritual power be absorbed directly by me like other energy? I'm in trouble now, how can I subdue and absorb this innate spiritual power? You can't waste it! Wait, Qi Refining Method! I think about it, is there any Qi Refining Method in the memory of this body?"

Zhu Lingwu never expected that his body could not directly absorb this innate spiritual power. It was not a loss for the innate spiritual power, and he refused to be easily absorbed by the body of a mortal.

Just like the legendary after the creation of the world, the turbid air descends to the earth, and the clear air rises to the sky. The body of a mortal is the turbid air condensed, so it cannot easily be soluble with the innate spiritual power in the air.

Perhaps only by using the magic tricks of cultivating immortals and refining qi can he bring innate spiritual power into his body. He couldn't help but collect the memories left in this body, hoping to find some mental method for refining qi.

Unfortunately, Zhu Lingwu has basically cleaned up everything that the eight-year-old child has left in his memory, but he has no skills to cultivate immortals and qi.

"Is it that just to let the spiritual power dissipate like this? It's too wasteful! Wait, it seems that it's a little bit absorbed by the body, but this absorption rate is too low! Although the energy contained in the blood of the spirit beast is indeed stronger than that of the ordinary beast, if it's just like this, it doesn't make much sense!"

Zhu Lingwu couldn't help but secretly think about it in his heart again, but he was really unwilling to accept it.

Under his careful soul sensation, Zhu Lingwu finally felt that the innate spiritual power was still absorbed by his body when it was flowing in his body.
Chapter completed!