200 The Linxian Palace Immortal

Qin Manyun frowned and said worriedly, "Master, you have to stop for a while. You can't keep spitting blood like this."

"Haha, don't worry, I'll show you the definition of a strong old man!" Yao Mengji said. "Hurry up and get me an energy pill! I'm telling you, after all these times, I've learned the trick. I know how much blood to spit for it to work." 

Soon, a disciple brought him an energy pill.

Yao Mengji swallowed it. Suddenly, his pale face started to flush red and he stood up straighter.

The effects were visible.

He bowed, spat out blood, lit an incense stick, and summoned the Immortal.

It was pitiful how familiar he was with the steps.

However, after he spat out blood, Yao Mengji was exhausted. His mouth went dry as his whole body trembled.

"Ancestor, I've tried my best. If you don't show up now, I can't do this anymore. I'll die from spitting blood!"

Yao Mengji prayed, "Please, I'm begging you. Work! Show up!"