Ning Zhuo retraced his steps, claiming all the rewards he hadn’t selected before.

Reaching room number two, he realized his Soul Strength was insufficient.

Each time he opened a door, he needed to sense the Myriad Buddha Demonic Heart Seal. This action consumed a significant amount of Soul Strength.

Ning Zhuo simply returned to the first level and finally obtained the spell “A Breath of Qi”.

“Successfully renamed, and my Soul Strength is almost depleted. Perhaps this time, I should conduct more experiments in room number one.”

He chose a corner, placed all his belongings into the miniature flying chest, and finally climbed in himself, closing the lid.

He sensed the Trial Disciple’s mark, and in the next moment, his soul smoothly returned to his physical body.

“Smooth return! Excellent.” Ning Zhuo clenched his fists, genuinely invigorated.

Previously, when entering and exiting passively, he had to expend almost all of his Soul Strength. Each return required healing and recuperation. The feeling was terrible, and more importantly, it wasted time.

Now that he could return actively, he could ensure that his state wouldn’t plummet to its lowest ebb.

“Soul Strength has dropped to one-third, but I can still move freely.”

Ning Zhuo first swallowed a few pills and then disguised himself as the Boy Attendant, using the teleportation array to leave.

Moments later, he opened the door to the underground prison and saw Han Ming.

Hearing the noise, Han Ming abruptly raised her head. Seeing the Boy Attendant, she cursed him furiously, venting the boundless anger and hatred in her heart.

Ning Zhuo saw the many tear tracks on her face and couldn’t help but sigh, listening quietly for a while.

Han Ming cursed until she was breathless and pale.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, Ning Zhuo manipulated a dozen mechanical puppets, carrying water and food, to climb onto Han Ming’s body, preparing to feed her bit by bit.

Han Ming tightly sealed her lips, refusing to eat no matter what.

Although she didn’t have the strength to curse anymore, her eyes glared at Ning Zhuo, as if spitting fire.

Ning Zhuo sighed softly, “You can’t go on like this. If you don’t eat or drink, you’ll die.”

Han Ming immediately revealed a mocking, crazed smile: “Die? Heh heh heh!”

“Death is better than having my cultivation stolen by you!”

“Boy Attendant, are you a man? If you are, release me and let me fight you three hundred rounds!”

“If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me. I’ll be your slave, without a word of complaint. Even if it means giving you my Soul Essence, I’ll accept it.”

“Do you dare?!”

Ning Zhuo shook his head, “Why bother with such unnecessary actions?”

Saying that, he took out a set of mechanical needles.

Han Ming’s pupils shrank abruptly.

Moments later, her tragic, shrill screams echoed in the prison once again.

This time, the pain Han Ming suffered was even greater than the first. Because Ning Zhuo not only extracted her Soul Essence but also manipulated her into actively eating and drinking a lot of food.

Han Ming couldn’t endure it and fainted again.

Ning Zhuo commanded the mechanical puppets to remove the needles one by one, heal her wounds, and carefully apply medicinal ointment to each injury.

Ning Zhuo’s Soul Foundation surged again, its upper limit reaching about six times its original size.

Due to the previous loss of Soul Strength, he currently only had three times the Soul Strength reserves.

But this was enough for him to explore the Lava Immortal Palace once more.

He returned to his residence, activated the “Trial Disciple” mark, but found that he couldn’t enter.

“As expected, there is a time limit?” Ning Zhuo had anticipated this, and his mind was calm.

Immediately, he decided to test every fifteen minutes, trying to determine the accurate interval.

During this time, he didn’t remain idle.

He began to practice spells.

This exploration of the Immortal Palace yielded the most rewards ever, directly acquiring three spells.

A Breath of Qi, Fire Grasping Technique, and Grafting Technique were all worth practicing.

City Lord’s Mansion.

In the cultivation chamber, the formation operated, and spiritual energy was so dense that it formed wisps of faint mist.

In the ethereal mist, Meng Chong sat cross-legged, his entire body flashing with lightning.

After successfully dispersing his cultivation, he immediately began cultivating the Five Elements Qi Rhythm Scripture.

The spiritual energy was directly drawn by the Immortal City’s grand formation, purified and refined from the vast fire spiritual energy of Fire Persimmon Mountain, continuously.

The pills were the City Lord’s Mansion’s stockpile, all of them top-quality, and in large quantities.

And there was the superlative talent, Mad Dash Thunder Rush, which, every time it was activated, could boost Meng Chong’s cultivation speed!

The lightning suddenly dissipated, and Meng Chong abruptly opened his eyes, revealing a look of excitement: “First level of Qi Refining!”

“This cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than before.”

“Amazing, truly amazing.”

“Mad Dash Thunder Rush… it’s so useful! Why didn’t I think of it before?”

“Alas, Grandpa didn’t remind me.”

“Cough cough.”

Meng Chong coughed a few times.

Looking closely, one would notice that his face was haggard, with some light blue bags under his eyes.

Meng Chong was also aware of his condition.

Each time Mad Dash Thunder Rush was activated, it would simultaneously consume his essence, qi, and spirit.

“Young Master Meng Chong, it’s time for you to replenish your body.” A servant’s voice came from outside the cultivation chamber.

“Mm!” Meng Chong decisively got up, took a few strides, and forcefully pushed open the door.

Moments later, he arrived at the recuperation room, directly leaping into the medicinal pool.

The yellowish-brown medicinal liquid in the pool was made entirely of precious medicinal materials, carefully formulated, with a strong, almost foul medicinal odor.

Meng Chong jumped in, soaking himself while gulping down various spiritual foods brought by the servant.

After filling his belly with portions of spiritual food, he raised his neck and poured down two jars of medicinal wine, and finally grabbed a few bottles of pills, eating them like peanuts.

As he ate, blood began to flow from his seven orifices.

The servant nervously reminded, “Young Master Meng Chong, that’s enough. You’ve replenished too much; your body has reached its limit and is about to collapse.”

Meng Chong laughed heartily, “What’s there to fear? I’m someone with talent.”

“Mad Dash Thunder Rush!” He shouted loudly.

In the next moment, countless lightning bolts were released from his entire body once again.

The talent’s boost allowed his digestion of medicinal power to skyrocket.

His bulging belly flattened at a visible rate.

The full pool of medicinal liquid also quickly cleared up. Soon, the medicinal odor became so faint that it was almost undetectable.

Meng Chong leaped out, alive and kicking once again, quickly leaving and heading towards the cultivation chamber.

“I must not stop for a moment, seizing every second, and giving it my all!”

“I must be the first to enter the Lava Immortal Palace!”

“Grandpa, I will not let you down.”

Meng Chong fully released his nature, moving with vigor, his desire for cultivation frighteningly strong.

Ning Zhuo’s preliminary tests yielded a result – three hours!

He entered the Lava Immortal Palace for the fourth time.

The wooden puppet body that he had intentionally left in room number one, as well as the miniature flying chest, etc., had all been cleaned up and were nowhere to be seen.

This made him a little disappointed.

However, when he touched the doors, he found that the rewards could be selected again.

Using the Myriad Buddha Demonic Heart Seal, he claimed all three rewards from each door.

Arriving at the preparation room, Ning Zhuo didn’t rush to enter the next level but instead looked at the various mechanical crafting tools and the large and small mechanical platforms in the preparation room, falling into deep thought.