Cultivation, what’s so hard about it?
With this batch of blood essence in hand, Hu Ma felt a great sense of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
The path of the Year-Keeper had always given him two advantages: first, his body was already dead, and second, he had the guidance of his life-bound deity statue.
The only thing holding him back now was his own level of cultivation.
And this batch of blood essence was exactly what he needed to solve his immediate problem.
Once he replenished his cultivation, he could continue his practice without any worries.
Who knows? He might even be able to complete the entire third stage.
Back when he had successfully refined one hand, he had already reached the first stage.
Now, he had secretly refined all four limbs, which theoretically put him at the second stage.
Once he refined his internal organs, he would reach the third stage, and his abilities would be on par with Manager Wu.
Excited by the thought, Hu Ma almost wished he could devour all the blood essence at once.
But he knew better than to act recklessly.
He popped a blood essence pill into his mouth and decided to store most of the blood essence for later use, planning to refine it slowly over time.