With a belly full of doubts, Ye Sheng slowly fell into a deep sleep.
The damage to his soul was very serious. If he used his brain for a long time, he would get tired and fall into a deep sleep.
The current Ye Sheng was better at sleeping than cultivating.
Cultivation would make ye Sheng feel so much pain that he wished he could die, and sleep would slowly heal ye Sheng's injuries.
Once he slept until daybreak, Merlin brought over rice porridge. Ye Sheng drank some and felt comfortable, so he rested on the hill in front of the small house.
Merlin continued to busy himself with housework.
Three days passed like this.
Three days later, Ye Sheng's spirit could finally cultivate slowly. His recovery speed was a thousand miles per day, much better than sleeping. This made him look no different from a normal person on the outside.