บท 158: Immortal Cold Air Box?

The western monk was sitting cross-legged on a prison bed. He was meditating to condense his qi.

In the eyes of an average man, this western monk was nothing but a sturdy man that looked like a devious arhat. [1]

But Zhao Bulu was already a cultivator that had opened his second aperture, the Eye Aperture. In his eyes, this western monk had a very high concentration of qi and blood. While the monk was rhythmically inhaling and exhaling, all the qi and blood in his body was seething in excitement. Obviously, he had already reached the peak of the First Stage. He just needed the right opportunity, and he would be able to jump through the dragon gate [2], breaking through to the Second Stage. At that point, all the qi and blood in his body would transform into true qi!

But this wasn’t the key point. The body of this western monk was shrouded in a thick virtuous golden light.

In Zhao Bulu’s eyes, the western monk was like a small dazzling sun.