The days of practice are fleeting.
Tang Ming, who opened his eyes again, had now reached the fifth level of Tongmai Realm.
During this period, the disciples who broke off their confession were miserable.
"What's going on? Why has the supply been cut off for as long as three months this time?"
"In the past, wasn't it only a month at most?"
"Has the spiritual spring dried up? If that's the case, I'll go home to visit my relatives first."
Hearing the noise of countless disciples, Ye Yuntian, as the Holy Son, looked slightly worried at this moment.
If he had not proposed to give up the Danyang Spiritual Spring to Tang Ming to heal his injuries alone, there would have been no complaints from the disciples.
The coaching elders responsible for the supervision also looked down upon it.
However, due to the dignity of the Holy Son, he still said tactfully: "If this trend continues, these disciples who have just joined the sect may have to say goodbye and return home."
"When the time comes for other leaders to blame me, I won't dare to take responsibility..."
After hearing this, Ye Yuntian looked slightly embarrassed. He originally just wanted to give Tang Ming a few days to heal his injuries, but he didn't expect that such a long time had passed.
After all, the disciples who had just joined the sect relied on the little spiritual spring every month to improve their cultivation. They had something to look forward to before, but now they no longer even have that little hope, so they naturally complained a lot.
For this reason, Ye Yuntian could only take the responsibility on himself.
"In this case, I have to be the villain."
After saying that, after doing some mental preparation, he entered the cave. When he came to the spiritual spring, he already saw Tang Ming, who was resting with his eyes closed.
Looking at the raised lines on his right arm, it is easy to see that it has been repaired during the two months of recuperation, but the scars are a little shocking.
"Are you here?" Tang Ming spoke slowly.
"I was so careful to hide my footsteps, how could you still hear it?" Ye Yuntian asked in surprise.
Tang Ming said perfunctorily: "Maybe after being baptized by the spiritual spring and washing away the impurities on the body, I can hear some subtle sounds more clearly."
"Really? No wonder I can feel that the spiritual power in your body has become much stronger. You are no less diligent, right?"
Feeling the spiritual power running inside his body, Tang Ming sighed slowly.
"Such a mysterious spiritual spring has only allowed me to rise to two small realms. If others absorb it, it will surely be able to cross a large realm!"
This is not Tang Ming's modesty, but a fact.
Ordinary disciples can only have a small bottle of it every month, and the speed of their daily cultivation is already a thousand miles a day. But on the other hand, Tang Ming only improved slightly on the original basis in two months.
The gap in cultivation talent can be seen from this. Even Ye Yuntian, who has never been joking, had a look of helplessness in his eyes after learning about it.
"I thought this guy could break through the Yuan-building realm in one fell swoop after not coming out for two months. It seems I made a mistake in my judgment."
After two months, even ordinary disciples should have broken through to the Yuan-building realm, but Tang Ming was almost standing still, thinking that he was holding back a big problem.
Who knows, this guy just cheated.
"I'm sorry for wasting such a great opportunity..." Tang Ming also felt a little guilty.
The cultivation resources that have been occupied for such a long time have not been able to improve, which is really worthy of the title of the successor of the Immortal Sword.
After putting on his clothes, Tang Ming muttered helplessly, "It's strange. It only took a few days to go from Qi Condensation to Tongmai, but now it's not as fast as before."
"It's okay, take your time. You have the Immortal Sword. Even if your cultivation progresses slowly, you can still achieve greatness. It's just that you need to go a little further on this road." Ye Yuntian looked at the disappointed Tang Ming and comforted him.
"That's right, you can't be in a hurry while you are practicing..." Tang Ming also comforted himself while minding his own business.
But little did he know that the seven sword spirits in his body all flashed a bit of light, as if they were reluctant to leave Danyang Spiritual Spring.
After walking out of the cave, many disciples of the younger generation had gathered on the mountain top.
"When will it be opened? Why don't you give me an accurate message?"
Just when faced with countless doubts, Ye Yuntian's voice immediately spoke.
"Junior brothers, don't be anxious. Since everyone is no longer willing to wait, I announce that the supply of the spiritual spring will be restored from now on."
After hearing this, all the disciples also cheered.
"Swear allegiance to the sect to the death!"
Listening to these high-sounding words, Ye Yuntian's eyes showed a hint of helplessness.
With the release of spiritual springs, all the original complaints were put to rest.
However, even after the disciples drank it, they all showed hesitation.
"What's going on? Why does the spring water today feel like drinking someone's bath water?"
"Holy crap, why does my spiritual spring still smell like urine?"
“Has this damn spiritual spring gone bad?”
Listening to his disciple's complaints, Ye Yuntian turned to look at Tang Ming.
Feeling the sight of him, Tang Ming couldn't help but touch his nose.
"Oh... forget it, I don't drink that stuff anyway..."
But the disciples who drank it all turned against each other.
"Why is this spiritual spring no longer effective?"
"How come you, the Holy Land of Martial Arts, still have adulterated spiritual springs to fool us?"
Countless disciples were furious. The spiritual spring they had finally waited for was fake. Then what was the point of staying in this sect?
"Retreat! I want to leave the Holy Land of Martial Arts!"
"Even the spiritual spring is fake. Your martial arts holy land is too perfunctory for us new disciples, right?"
Seeing that the situation was about to be out of control, Ye Yuntian immediately shouted loudly.
"Shut up!"
An angry voice sounded.
Countless disciples were also stunned on the spot.
After all, these saint sons, who have always been peaceful, have never been so angry as today.
I saw Ye Yuntian pointing at all the disciples who had just joined and cursing angrily.
"Everyone is yelling and screaming, how do they behave? Do they look like disciples of the Holy Land?"
"The spiritual spring has been passed down for thousands of years. It is a rare thing. If you bastards hadn't asked for it every month, causing the spiritual spring to almost dry up, how could it have deteriorated in your hands?"
"In the final analysis, it is still caused by those of you who are not enterprising and want to rely on spiritual springs to quickly improve your cultivation!"
After hearing Ye Yuntian's scolding, countless disciples complained.
"That's nice to say, you don't need to drink at this level..."
"Yes, if you were in the same realm as us, would you still say such things?"
Looking at these guys who were still stubborn, Ye Yuntian held his forehead and sighed in disappointment.
At this moment, an awe-inspiring voice suddenly sounded.
"The Holy Son is different from you burdensome people. He doesn't need a spiritual spring to improve his cultivation!"
After the words fell, dozens of disciples in armor waved triumphal flags and walked past the eyes of countless new disciples with mighty steps.
"They are from the expedition team!"
"They returned in triumph again. I heard that this time they killed a true spirit-level member of the demonic path, and also uprooted the sect under their banner."
The young man who came had a cold face, and the armor on his body was stained with countless scars and blood. It was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle.
The entire team exuded a terrifying murderous aura, making countless new disciples feel afraid.
For a moment, no one dared to refute.
"Long time no see, Coach Lin Yao!"
