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Within the Dantian, the third Golden Core, from an ethereal transparent state, slowly intensified its color at a pace visible to the naked eye.

As Spiritual Energy surged in like crazy, a hint of gold could already be vaguely seen.

"Still not enough!" he shouted in his heart. A green, teapot-shaped porcelain emerged from the Storage Space and flew out, followed by four Golden Cores flying out as well, all floating in front of Li Xiaoyao.

Nangong Yan, watching from the side, stared intently at the green teapot-shaped porcelain.

Although he did not recognize what it was, he could feel an extraordinary aura faintly emanating from this piece of porcelain.

"This must also be an extraordinary treasure," Nangong Yan said to himself, "This kid really has a lot of aces up his sleeve."

The news of Li Xiaoyao's battle against Gui Hai in the botanical garden had not yet spread. If they knew that even Gui Hai had suffered a great loss at Li Xiaoyao's hands, they would probably not be as worried as they were now.

The green teapot was known as the Refinement Pot. Li Xiaoyao had once subdued the soul of the Orochi in the Shui Country Qianye Family using such a treasure.

The Golden Cores nearby were from Chen Feng and elders from the Luo Family, Long Family, and Hehuan Sect, whom he had just killed.

Although the Spiritual Energy on the island was abundant, trying to break through forcefully was still quite difficult.

If he could devour and refine the soul of the Orochi along with the Golden Cores of Golden Core Realm Cultivators, Li Xiaoyao was confident that he could condense the third Golden Core.

A wisp of black, translucent soul flew out from the spout of the Refinement Pot—a gigantic and bizarre creature with eight heads and eight tails.

Nangong Yan had never seen such a creature before and had no idea what it was.

The consciousness of the Orochi, as well as any will of its own, had been erased by Li Xiaoyao. Now, this soul had no autonomous consciousness whatsoever. In a way, this soul could be considered a fraction of Li Xiaoyao himself.

Below, Huang Yi, deeply tangled in battle, sensed something, looked up, and saw a massive figure that nearly blotted out the sky, hanging aloft.

Huang Yi was stunned for two seconds, feeling an intimidating presence emanating from that colossal figure.

"What the hell is that?" Huang Yi's surprise was no wonder; the soul of the Orochi was extremely large, nearly reaching the Spirit Condensation Realm. Normally, Cultivators' spiritual power tended to be one realm lower than their own Cultivation Level.

But if one was a Mentalist, their spiritual power would exceed their Cultivation Level by one realm.

Although the Rakshasa Sect had many geniuses, not everyone was a Mentalist. For instance, Huang Yi wasn't, therefore he felt somewhat uneasy under the oppression of this soul.

"There's something weird about that kid." After a moment of thought, Huang Yi repelled Li Tinghai with a punch, turned his head, and shouted, "Go up there and kill that kid!"

"Leave it to me." A man in his thirties stepped forward, drawing out a Nine-Section Whip, and with a flick of his wrist, the whip made a crisp sound as it sliced through the air.

The man transformed into a series of afterimages as he dashed up the hill, reaching the high ground in just a few breaths.

This close, the oppressive presence of the Orochi became even more intense, causing the man to feel uncomfortably all over.

With his eyes locked on Li Xiaoyao, the man narrowed his eyes and said, "Kid, prepare to die!"

Nangong Yan stepped forward, shielding Li Xiaoyao behind him, his Precious Sword casually held in front of him, his face expressionless.

The man's eyebrows twitched and he yelled, "Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

"If you want to kill him, you'll have to get past me first!" Nangong Yan didn't hesitate and took the initiative to attack.

The sword blade, like a nimble snake, meandered through the air, carrying a sharp momentum as it thrust towards the man.

The man refused to show weakness, his Nine-Section Whip moved as if it were an extension of his arm, whipping through the air with such force that even the air itself emitted a faint buzzing sound.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes were tightly closed, unaware of what was happening around him. He only felt that the speed at which spiritual power was flooding in was far from sufficient. If he were to force a breakthrough at this rate, it might take half an hour.

After pondering for merely a second, Li Xiaoyao decided to consume the soul of the Orochi and those Golden Cores.

With just a thought, a wild suction force was released from his body. Li Xiaoyao opened his mouth wide and took a fierce breath in, the soul of the imposing Orochi was swallowed into his mouth in an instant.

"What is this?" The man's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. The eerie occurrences unfolding with Li Xiaoyao filled him with extreme unease.

As this soul surged into Li Xiaoyao's body, his aura began to frighteningly accelerate in intensity.

This aura made the man's heart tremble.

Inside Li Xiaoyao, it was as if a dormant giant dragon was awaking.

The momentum felt as though heaven and earth were on the verge of collapse. Even the numerous cultivators below sensed it.

Indeed, the soul of the Orochi was a substantial tonic. Li Xiaoyao could clearly feel his soul power terrifyingly increasing.

Li Xiaoyao's spiritual power was two realms higher than his spiritual energy cultivation level, which was the Nascent Soul Realm. But now, his spiritual power was far beyond the Nascent Soul Realm.

"What on earth did that kid do? This pressure is too terrifying!"

Below, everyone continuously let out cries of astonishment, as the pressuring aura emanating from Li Xiaoyao was too overwhelming.

"You little brat, die!"

A vicious light flashed in the man's eyes. He darted forward, bypassing Nangong Yan's attack, and struck his palm down towards Li Xiaoyao's head.

His palm brought a thunderous force with it; if it connected, Li Xiaoyao was likely to be instantly crushed to death.

Nangong Yan let out a light grunt. Naturally, he wouldn't just stand by and watch Li Xiaoyao be killed in front of him.

A streak of sword qi slashed towards the man's back. If the man persisted in his attack on Li Xiaoyao, he would surely sustain grave injuries. Once Nangong Yan's strike landed, his next sword would end the man's life.

The man sensed the force approaching from behind. The hair on his back stood on end and almost instantly, he turned around and dispersed the sword attack with his whip.

Li Xiaoyao, who was breaking through forcefully, experienced his aura climbing at an exceedingly terrifying rate.

If any Mentalist saw Li Xiaoyao using the consumption of other spiritual beings' souls to enhance his soul cultivation level, they would likely drop their jaws in shock.

Generally, achieving a breakthrough in cultivation level through consumption carries immense risks and uncertainties.

And this is especially true for the soul.

The soul is the most mysterious entity. No one can guarantee that after consuming the soul of another spiritual being, they wouldn't be influenced by the thoughts of that entity.

However, Li Xiaoyao never worried about such things. For him, consumption was very straightforward; the difficulty lay in finding these powerful souls.

Souls like that of the Orochi that were greatly nourishing to one's own soul weren't so easily obtained.

In comparison, Golden Cores seemed much easier to seize.