<h2 ss="wp-block-heading">Chapter 5440</h2>


    Hearing Lingxi’s words, David’s face turned even redder.


    In fact, it was nothing for Lingxi to see him fusing his blood with the disciples of the Medicine King Sect, after all, it was just for cultivation.


    But David letting Ziyuan lick him was a bit too embarrassing.


    Seeing David’s face turn even redder, Lingxi smiled even more brightly.


    “You should recuperate in the God King Pce first. If you miss a woman, you can let Yunxiu apany you. She is still a grown-up girl.”


    Lingxi followed David and said!


    Yunxiu’s face turned red instantly when she heard it. She lowered her head slightly, but still secretly nced at David with an angry look.


    Obviously, Yunxiu should have secretly witnessed David’s bravery.


    “No need. The people of the Sixth Heaven are still waiting for me. I can’t just ignore them…”


    David shook his head and decided to leave.


    “Given your current condition, you can’t even help them, let alone survive the Void Passage.”


    “Recover well. Once you’ve recovered, if you can block one of my swords, I’ll grant you a trip to the Sixth Heaven!”


    Ling Xi said.


    Upon hearing this, David nodded and agreed, intending to stay in the Divine King Pce to recover.<fn256d> Official source is ?ovelFind</fn256d>


    The Divine King Pce’s Jingchen Pavilion was filled with spiritual energy so rich it practically became physical. The floor was paved with cold jadeite, a nourishing substance, and in the corners burned ambergris, a calming incense.


    David sat cross-legged on the jade bed. The healing elixir Ling Xi had sent him transformed into a constant flow of spiritual energy, flowing slowly through his damaged meridians. Combined with the pure spiritual energy of the Eighth Heaven, his injuries healed at a visible rate.


    Three days passed in a sh.


    As the first rays of morning light filtered through the window and fell upon David, he suddenly opened his eyes, a golden dragon pattern shing across his pupils.


    His meridians had fully recovered, the power of his dragon bloodline growing ever more concentrated. His cultivation had not only returned to the second rank of the Earthly Immortal Realm, but he was even showing signs of reaching the third rank.


    He stood up and grasped the Dragon ying Sword beside him. A golden glow shone on the de, as if perfectly resonating with his aura.


    “You’re recovering quite quickly,”


    Lingxi’s voice suddenly echoed from the doorway. She was still dressed in her pale blue pce attire, casually grasping a emerald branch in her hand,


    a look of amusement in her eyes. Yunxiu, standing behind her, saw David in good health, a flicker of joy in her eyes.


    David gripped the Dragon ying Sword tightly and bowed to Lingxi, “Thank you, Fourth Pce Master, for the healing resources. I’m ready.”


    Lingxi chuckled softly and slowly walked to the open space of the Quiet Dust Pavilion. “Strike! Remember, as long as your sword touches me, you win,”


    she said, holding the branch across her body. Her gesture was casual, yet it exuded an indescribable sense of dominance.


    David took a deep breath, channeling all his spiritual energy into the Dragon ying Sword. The golden sword energy instantly surged three feet. “Fourth Pce Master, be careful!”


    Before he could finish his words, he shed, charging towards Lingxi like an arrow from a bowstring. The Dragon ying Sword shed through the air with a resounding sound.


    The strike was lightning-fast, condensing all his current strength and speed. But Lingxi simply leaned sideways, lightly tapping the sword with the branch.


    With a soft “ding” sound, David felt a gentle yet overpowering force. His arm went numb, and the Dragon ying Sword nearly slipped from his grasp.


    He used the momentum to retreat several steps, filled with shock—Lingxi’s speed was so fast that he couldn’t even see her trajectory.


    Without waiting for his bnce, David struck again, his sword moves shifting with unpredictable movements, sometimes like a dragon’s tail sweeping across a vast army, sometimes like a spirit snake emerging from a cave, piercing a vital point.


    But no matter how fierce his sword’s momentum, Lingxi could always easily dispel it with a branch. Her figure was like catkins in the wind, always keeping an inch away from him, and his sword couldn’t even touch the corner of her clothes.


    “Your speed is too slow, and your power is too scattered.”


    Lingxi’s voice was lightly instructive. She gently picked up the branch and deflected the Dragon ying Sword again. “The power of your dragon bloodline has not yet been fully exerted.”