The fierce ghost finally understood that under the circumstance where its power was suppressed, it simply was no match for the Thunder and Lightning Corpse Ape by itself.

In other words, with the Thunder and Lightning Corpse Ape present, it could forget about backlashing against Zhao Letian.

"Get back!"

Zhao Letian uttered indifferently.

"Whoosh!"

Instantly, the fierce ghost dared not hesitate any longer and immediately returned to the Ghost King Stele.

After this, Zhao Letian then put away the Thunder and Lightning Corpse Ape and strode towards the market ahead.

His current situation was extremely critical, and he needed to handle it as quickly as possible to return to the inn of Gray Wolf Kingdom.

…

In a guest room of a tavern on the market.

Zhao Letian was sitting cross-legged, consuming several nourishing elixirs, and drinking several pots of Qingluo Wine. He was replenishing his depleted Essence Blood while trying to deal with the surplus life force within his body.

Time quietly passed.

It wasn't until the next morning that Zhao Letian finally resolved the hidden danger inside his body.

The excess life force was partially excreted from his body, and the rest was digested and absorbed, transforming into his own Essence Blood.

However, the crisis of body explosion and death had been averted, but he did not cease cultivating.

Because, although after a night of meditative nourishment, some of his Essence Blood had been restored, it was far from full recovery and still very weak. He was even incapable of Qi Manipulation Flight and had almost no ability to protect himself; it was not advisable to leave hastily.

…

As the constellations shifted and the sun rose and set.

In the blink of an eye, ten days had passed.

"Whoosh!"

On this day, a purple figure dragging a green fiery light cut through the sky at an astonishing speed, quickly flying towards the inn of the Gray Wolf Kingdom.

That purple figure was, of course, Zhao Letian's Spiritual Beast, the Fiery Flame Mantis.

As for Zhao Letian himself, he was standing calmly on the back of the Fiery Flame Mantis with his hands clasped behind his back.

After ten days of recovery, the Essence Blood lost within his body had mostly been restored, but it was still not fully recovered. His complexion remained somewhat pale, and the aura on his body was still slightly unstable.

Essence Blood is the foundation of a Martial Artist's physical body, gathering the essence of the entire body, and it is very important. Once depleted, it is very difficult to recover.

Especially for Martial Artists like Zhao Letian, with noble bloodlines and strong physical strength, the power of Essence Blood in their bodies is extraordinarily potent, and the difficulty of recovery is far greater than that of normal Martial Artists.

It was only because Zhao Letian had an astonishing background, possessing a large amount of elixirs and treasures like Qingluo Wine, that he was able to recover to this extent in just a short period of ten days.

Otherwise, even for those Martial Artists whose power of Essence Blood was not so strong, under the circumstance of losing so much Essence Blood, it would be impossible to recover so quickly.

"Means like the Ghost King Stele and Blood Escape Technique are ultimately just unorthodox paths. Although they can provide temporary assistance, they come at a great cost. They should not be easily utilized unless absolutely necessary. To strive to elevate my own cultivation level is the true path."

On the way back, Zhao Letian's thoughts were racing, and he reflected inwardly.

This trip to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain gave him a lot of insights.

Having witnessed the formidable means of half-step Kings, King-level Experts, and even Monarch Level Experts, he once again profoundly realized what it means that there are heavens beyond our heaven and people beyond our world.

Compared with those experts, his own cultivation at the True Martial Eighth Realm Peak was pathetically weak.

If it were not for him possessing several powerful trump cards, with just his own strength, he would have probably died countless times over.

Although, it could be said that the various trump cards in a Martial Artist's hands are also part of their own strength, those things are ultimately external forces, not reliable.

Only the strength of the Martial Artist himself, when substantial enough, truly qualifies as a formidable power.

Zhao Letian also hoped that one day, he could stand proudly above all, relying solely on his own true strength, rather than merely on the aid of external forces.

However, his current level of cultivation was, in comparison to those Martial Arts Great Masters, far too inadequate.

Not to mention King-level Experts and Monarch Level Experts, even Sect Martial Realm powerhouses were not opponents he could currently handle with ease.

Thus, his priority moving forward was to find every possible means to rapidly enhance his level of cultivation.

After all, cultivation is the fundamental basis of martial arts practice.

Without cultivation, everything is just empty talk.

As long as one's level of cultivation is sufficiently powerful, even if other methods are slightly weaker, one can rely on strong cultivation to completely overwhelm adversaries.

"Today should be the assessment day at the Dan King Mansion. I wonder how Jiayin and Cheng Feng have prepared."

Zhao Letian gathered his thoughts, his gaze turning towards the Gray Wolf Kingdom Inn that was coming into view.

"Whoosh!"

Moments later, he rode the Fiery Flame Mantis, turned into a streak of light, and directly descended into the inn.

After returning to his lodgings, he saw siblings Cheng Jiayin and Cheng Feng waiting in the living room, their expressions anxious.

They had prepared incessantly for the past ten days for today's assessment, confident that they could successfully pass.

However, without Zhao Letian's return, they could not leave this place.

And if they missed today's assessment, they would have to wait another year.

"Young Master, you finally returned!"

Upon seeing Zhao Letian suddenly enter, Cheng Feng immediately showed a surprised and delighted expression.

"Young Master, are you alright? Is everything fine?"

Cheng Jiayin, ever perceptive, suddenly noticed that something was off about Zhao Letian's complexion and asked with concern.

"Young Master, are you sure you're okay?"

Cheng Feng was momentarily stunned, then also noticed Zhao Letian's unusual condition, and with a frown of concern, he asked.

"I'm fine. I've kept you waiting. Have you both prepared adequately during this time?"

Zhao Letian shook his head and said dismissively with a smile.

"Yes, Young Master, we have thoroughly mastered the elixir recipe on that first-grade formula and are fully qualified to become first-grade alchemists!"

Cheng Feng said with full confidence.

"Right, as long as nothing unexpected happens during the assessment, there shouldn't be any major problems."

Seeing Zhao Letian behaving so calmly, Cheng Jiayin's heart also relaxed, and she said with a bright smile.

Although they had already successfully produced a few first-grade elixirs, alchemy always has a certain chance of failure, so they did not dare to guarantee a one hundred percent success rate in the assessment.

Of course, as long as their luck was not too terrible, they should still pass the assessment smoothly.

"Very well, if you both pass today's assessment, I will reward each of you with a first-grade elixir recipe upon your return."

Zhao Letian smiled indifferently and nodded.

To Zhao Letian, a first-grade elixir recipe meant little; he could have as many as he wanted.

If these recipes could motivate Cheng Jiayin and her brother to practice diligently and soon become Alchemy Masters capable of aiding him, he naturally would not be stingy.