Yang Fan was so engrossed in pulling the grass that he completely forgot the time. In the end, Ling'er couldn't bear to watch anymore and kept shouting:
"Master, Master, enough, enough, there's already a lot, more than twenty thousand plants, you can refine many things!"
"Ah, it's okay, it's okay!"
Yang Fan didn't want to stop at all because, while pulling the grass, Yang Fan had to use the full strength of his Great Perfection Divine Condensation cultivator each time. Although it was still far from the power of his own body, through the ongoing action, Yang Fan found that his physique was enhancing even more distinctly!
It's just like exercising in a gym on Earth—a set of movements might look simple, but after many repetitions, the human body indeed experiences noticeable improvement.
It took a whole day for just two thousand Yin Ice Cold Grass plants. During this day, Yang Fan noticed that the barrier of his Prison Suppressing Netherworld King Body was somewhat loosening.
