As Allen finished the final pose of that not quite proper chest expansion move The air in the great hall seemed to freeze for a heartbeat Ye Fan who had just been saved from poison suddenly felt a spark of instinct

  He clumsily copied the way the Ancestor opened and closed his arms Crackling sounds burst from inside his body Meridians that had been blocked and sluggish suddenly opened in that instant

  A warm current ran up his spine like a rising tide It rushed straight to the crown of his head Ye Fan stared at his own hands in disbelief

  Excitement shook him so hard his whole body trembled He could not believe a motion that looked almost silly could contain a supreme method He could not believe that copying the shape alone could shake a cultivation bottleneck

  When the disciples saw it their reverence for Allen surged to the peak

  But Allen standing above them felt darkness creeping into his vision It was not enlightenment He was simply starving

  Before he entered the mountains he had only eaten one energy bar After the terror and chaos his blood sugar had dropped to nothing His legs went soft

  He followed the weakness and collapsed onto a cushion In the eyes of everyone watching it became the Ancestor finishing the teaching and entering calm stillness His pale face and cold sweat became a sign of the Dao void after the spirit traveled beyond the body

  The elders held their breath and did not dare disturb his quiet cultivation Then a dull long sound suddenly exploded through the hall

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  Allen stomach growled loud enough to echo

  The sound rolled through the empty space like thunder behind clouds Allen felt so embarrassed he wanted to vanish into the floor Because it was nothing but hunger crying from his gut

  But Grand Elder Qingsong turned deathly pale He snapped his head up and stared at the place below Allens ribs Shock filled his eyes

  To him this was not hunger It was the legendary Dao thunder sound that only a body saint could cultivate The Ancestor was using the organs to manifest thunder

  He was shaking heaven and earth from within That realm sounded terrifying beyond belief

  Allen felt a cramp twist his stomach He could not hold on anymore He lifted his eyelids with effort

  He pushed out a weak English word Food When everyone looked confused he pointed at his mouth

  He tried to shape the meaning with a fading voice Something to eat

  Qingsong looked as if lightning had struck his soul Shame flooded his face until it turned bright red He slapped his own thigh hard

  He sent a message to the elders and scolded them in grief He blamed them for forgetting that the Ancestor might be boundless in cultivation yet this body had just returned to plainness After using a heaven defying divine fist the consumption would be immense

  The Ancestor was not hungry in any ordinary way The flesh body urgently needed high tier spiritual materials to fill the loss When Qingsong thought of the sect having only common grains he felt a deep humiliation

  He felt that offering such things would be an insult to the Ancestor A servant disciple moved to bring steamed buns Qingsong stopped him at once and shouted him down

  Then Qingsong led the elders in a heavy bow toward Allen They swore they would find millennium spirit medicine to present in tribute As soon as the vow left their mouths they rushed out of the hall in a storm to search the storehouse

  Allen reached out in despair His hand froze in mid air He watched them disappear to chase those so called heavenly treasures

  He was left alone in the empty great hall So hungry that golden stars burst in his vision

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