"Only fifty drops of the azure liquid left!"

Xu Wuzhou sighed. Over the past few days, his cultivation of combat techniques and the clearing of meridians had been consuming the black bowl's liquid like crazy.

At this point, he had already cleared five meridians, reaching the fifth level of the Innate Realm. The sixth meridian was nearly halfway through. He had also cultivated quite a few combat techniques, barely laying a foundation in swordsmanship, so that in future battles he wouldn't have to rely solely on the Silent Destruction Sword.

But... looking at the liquid in the black bowl, Xu Wuzhou felt he was too poor.