Not having Spirit Concentration Pills was a problem.

Wu Yu had been cultivating for too short a period of time, and temporarily had no stash. The few Spirit Concentration Pills that he had accumulated were not enough for his own consumption, let alone to build a bank.

Two Spirit Concentration Pills a month was quickly exhausted.

However, at least he had reached the third realm of the Inner Vajra Buddha.

Just in terms of raw physical power, he had improved enormously.

When he clenched his fist, the bones of his hands cracked loudly. The innocuous sound awakened other disciples who had been cultivating.

Soon, they were all looking at Wu Yu.

They knew that Wu Yu had received an inheritance from a servant named Sun Wudao that could strengthen his corporeal body and process Spirit Concentration Pills. This was his transformation, and others could not copy him.

At least in the Heavenly Sword Sect, there were not many immortality arts which trained the body so rigorously.

Perhaps in the past, they would be envious or admiring. But with an imminent crisis on hand, they all stood on the same side. Wu Yu had improved significantly. Just like with the last time, when Wu Yu had defeated Jiang Junlin, they wished that Wu Yu could be just that little bit stro...