The Unthinkable Power of Snacks
As thunder crackled in the sky and the final tribulation loomed, Mr. Bai unexpectedly touched his spatial ring. To the shock of onlookers, he retrieved... a bag of spicy strips and a bottle of cola. Without hesitation, he began devouring them in the middle of the battlefield, as if they were elixirs of the gods.
These weren't traditional recovery items like pills or potions; they were snacks he had purchased from the Origin Mall for emergencies.
The cultivators watching from a distance were utterly dumbfounded.
"Wait... what is he doing?"
"Is that... food?!"
The pungent aroma of the spicy strips filled the air, mingling with the lingering scent of ozone. The smell was oddly enticing, and many onlookers found themselves swallowing involuntarily, despite the absurdity of the situation.
"What kind of recovery method is this?"
Before they could process what they were seeing, someone gasped in astonishment.
"Look at him! His injuries are healing!"
All eyes turned back to Mr. Bai. To their disbelief, the wounds littering his body visibly closed within moments. His aura, previously battered and waning, surged to unprecedented heights. His strength didn't just recover—it skyrocketed past its former peak, pushing him directly to the pinnacle of Pathseeker.
The crowd was stunned.
"What in the heavens did he just eat?"
"How can snacks have such an effect?"
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Mr. Bai clenched his fists, feeling the overwhelming energy coursing through him. His body brimmed with vitality and perfection, as if the heavens themselves had remade him. Taking a deep breath, he raised the Black Dragon Spear high.
A deep, resonant dragon's roar echoed from the spear, its spectral form swirling with ancient majesty. The weapon exuded the might of a dragon clan, a power rooted in ancient history. Even with just a remnant soul, the Black Dragon Spear radiated unrivaled dominance.
With no hesitation, Mr. Bai charged forward, meeting the final thunderbolt head-on.
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The heavens erupted as the two forces clashed.
The collision produced a blinding light that engulfed the battlefield. The intensity of the sound was such that many cultivators temporarily lost their hearing, their ears ringing with the remnants of the explosion.
As the light dimmed and the deafening roars subsided, the crowd strained their eyes to see the outcome. Slowly, the dust settled, and a figure emerged.
It was Mr. Bai.
His appearance was ragged—his beard scorched, his robes reduced to tatters, and faint arcs of electricity still crackling over his body. He was clearly injured, but his aura told a different story. It was far from weak; instead, it surged steadily, stabilizing and strengthening.
He had done it. Mr. Bai had crossed the tribulation and ascended to the ninth rank of Pathseeker.
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As he stood absorbing the energy of the heavens and earth to solidify his breakthrough, the cultivators around him exchanged uneasy glances.
"This… This is the perfect moment to strike," someone muttered.
Indeed, Mr. Bai was at his most vulnerable. Killing him now would not only eliminate a new powerhouse but also severely weaken the Heavenly Star Empire.
But before anyone could act, a cold, commanding voice reverberated through the air.
"Hmph."
From the shadows, Ji Wuhui, the Heavenly Star Emperor, stepped forward. His presence radiated authority, and his peak Pathseeker aura swept across the gathered cultivators, leaving them frozen in place.
The message was clear: any attempt on Mr. Bai's life would be met with swift and merciless retaliation.
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"Congratulations, Mr. Bai, on reaching the ninth rank of Pathseeker! The Heavenly Star Empire has gained another extraordinary expert," Murong Haitang said with a smile.
Her words carried weight. As a representative of the prestigious Soaring Cloud Academy, she wielded authority that even Ji Wuhui dared not disregard. The Heavenly Star Emperor inclined his head respectfully.
"Thank you for your kind words, Lady Murong."
Ying Wuji, another prominent figure, nodded to Ji Wuhui, a silent acknowledgment of the Emperor's resolve to protect Mr. Bai.
The rest of the cultivators, understanding the futility of any plans, quickly followed suit, offering their congratulations instead. Attempting anything now would only invite the Heavenly Star Emperor's wrath and jeopardize their futures.
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Yet amidst the forced smiles and polite words, one question lingered in their minds:
What in the world had Mr. Bai consumed to achieve such miraculous recovery and power?
Snacks that restored injuries, replenished energy, and even boosted cultivation—such items defied all logic and common sense. And yet, Mr. Bai showed no signs of side effects, no backlash from the unnatural surge of strength.
"Unbelievable," someone muttered under their breath.
Another cultivator shook their head, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Unscientific," they whispered.
The absurdity of it all left them bewildered. And as they watched Mr. Bai stabilize his newfound strength, one thought echoed through their minds:
The heavens truly worked in incomprehensible ways.
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