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Awakened: The Spirit King!

Xie Yang, the most unique and accomplished king of the spirit world, who died protecting his world and fending off the invaders along with his dao partners, wakes up in a frail and sickly body of an 18-something-year-old boy that resembled him a lot. He had supposedly earned a chance to live a second life due to a twist of fate and his new wife! Ten thousand years have passed, and he had become a figure mentioned only in legend. With a sword in one hand and a cauldron held in the other, Xie Yang will once again let his name ring throughout the spirit world. This is a tale of a good husband who knows how to bless his wives with three happiness of life. This is the tale of a man who uses his sword to kill and his mind to scheme and conquer. This is a legendary tale of a legendary spirit king; Read on to find out!

ProfessorBai · Fantasie
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Reaching Level 3!

The moment the level 4 spiritual core entered his mouth, it evaporated into a thick layer of reddish-blue mist that charged down his mouth, spreading outwards, intending to both relive him from his exhausted state and nourish his elixir field.

Lord Xie Yang didn't want to experience both of the effects. He only wanted the medicinal mist to nourish his elixir field.

To do that, he closed his eyes and started breathing in a rhythmic manner that caused the mist spreading inside of him to change their trajectory and charge towards a single spot, which was his elixir field.

The reddish-blue mist entered his elixir field and nourished it so much that in merely a minute, his spiritual energy capacity increased by 40 points, causing him to break through to the next level instantly.

Lord Xie Yang's body slightly trembled, and a small gust of spiritual spread out with him as the center, washing over Leader Xie Ye, who was standing behind him attentively.

The moment Lord Xie Yang's spiritual energy touched him, his eyes widened like saucers as he realized that his young master had increased his cultivation to the next level! He knew that he was already in the second level, and leveling up now meant that he had reached the third level in merely three odd days!

He felt that his young master was a cultivation monster!

He didn't bother him, much less make a noise, as he knew that his young master was still gaining benefits from leveling up and disturbing him would mean harming him in a sense.

Lord Xie Yang relished in the joy of reaching the third level as invisible dots of spiritual energy entered his body, filling his elixir field until it had more than 300 points of it.

"Finally done." Lord Xie Yang opened his eyes and started breathing regularly. Big drops of sweat oozed out of his forehead, showcasing that he had somewhat exhausted himself by making this breakthrough.

"Congratulations, young master, for reaching the third level of the elixir field nourishing state." Leader Xie Ye said with a smile.

"Thank you, brother." Lord Xie Yang replied with an equal amount of happiness.

He stood up, grabbed the snake's blade-like tail, and stored it in his inter-spatial ring as he wanted to sell it at a reasonable price back in the city.

"Brother." Lord Xie Yang called out to Leader Xie Ye.

Leader Xie Ye stopped whatever he was doing to answer his call.

"Young master, do you need something?"

Lord Xie Yang gave him a begging look and asked, "Can you help me pluck the cherries from this tree?"

"En." Leader Xie Ye, who was a spiritual master and many realms above him, merely waved his hand and released an enormous level of spiritual energy that plucked all the cherries from the tree and brought them to Lord Xie Yang.

There were around a hundred of them and hovering around him, and with a wave of his hand and a flick of his sleeves, Lord Xie Yang stored them all in his inter-spatial ring.

Crack, crack!

Right at that very moment, the barely audible sound of dry branches shattering due to something or someone stepping on them sounded from afar.

Both Lord Xie Yang and Leader Xie Ye heard it, and they turned around to look at the source of the voice.

They saw three ferocious-looking people dressed in rags at the edge of their vision. One of them was burly and carried a hammer in his left hand. The second one was skinny and had two daggers strapped to his sides. The last one had a sword of average thickness and size.

They were also looking at them but with ill intent in their eyes.