Xiao Fei discovered that the Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator had indeed fallen into his trap. He immediately activated a Thousand Mile Teleportation Talisman and escaped from the Demon Sealing Cave.
Successfully capturing a Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator was hundreds of times more rewarding than raiding one or two demon strongholds.
After finding a place to hide, he immediately entered his spatial dimension.
Inside the dimension, the Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator had already realized he had been tricked and was desperately attacking the surrounding spiritual energy walls.
However, within this dimension, Xiao Fei was the absolute master.
Up to this point, there was only one Law of Laughter within the dimension, and Xiao Fei had already taken it.
Even if the demon cultivator comprehended other laws, if that specific law was absent from the dimension, his comprehension would be useless.
Besides comprehending laws, a major method for Nascent Soul cultivators was to mobilize the vital energy of heaven and earth for their own use.
But all the spiritual energy within the dimension was controlled by Xiao Fei. Without his consent, no one could mobilize even a sliver of it.
With his two primary reliance methods rendered useless within the dimension, the Nascent Soul cultivator was like a tiger with its teeth pulled.
Xiao Fei felt he had a decent chance of dealing with a toothless tiger within his dimension.
When he entered the dimension, he saw the Nascent Soul cultivator attacking the walls he had condensed from spiritual energy.
These walls were formed from the spiritual energy within the dimension. When damaged, they could draw upon the dimension's spiritual energy for replenishment, making them not so easily broken.
Xiao Fei had no interest in disrupting the Nascent Soul cultivator's wall-breaking efforts; instead, he watched from the outside.
As the master of the dimension, he could see the Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator imprisoned within, while the latter could not see him, who was merely a wall away.
Now, the spiritual energy in the prison had been evacuated by him, turning it into a vacuum. This demon was like a disposable battery, its stored demonic power would be depleted once used.
He had previously poisoned the Demon Sealing Well. The demon cultivator might have been cautious at the time, employing some defensive measures, as there were no signs of poisoning.
Undeterred by this, he mixed some poisons with spiritual energy and slowly, bit by bit, infiltrated the prison.
Then, he sat outside the prison, leisurely reading books, researching cultivation techniques, elixirs, and formations, passing the time productively.
Only the Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator trapped in the prison was unaware of what was happening. He had only just arrived in this world and hadn't offended anyone yet.
The Nascent Soul Demon race cultivator felt a surge of grief and indignation. After a period of intense attacks, his demonic power had been significantly depleted. Yet, there was no trace of spiritual or demonic energy in this strange space.
In fact, these walls were also condensed from pure spiritual energy, but he couldn't absorb it.
Without external replenishment, his demonic power could not be used freely.
He searched with his divine sense and suddenly his eyes lit up. He finally found a wisp of sparse spiritual energy. Though not much, it was better than nothing.
Demonic cultivators among the human race could absorb demonic energy to cultivate, and demon race cultivators also had ways to absorb spiritual energy and convert it into demonic power.
Although demonic energy and spiritual energy differed in nature, they were both forms of energy.
The One-Horned Demon race cultivator absorbed all this spiritual energy into his body and began to refine it. At this moment, his expression suddenly turned grim.
This spiritual energy was poisoned!
Damn it, he wondered who was so wicked.
He could only continue circulating his energy to expel the poison!
After a considerable amount of time, the One-Horned Demon race cultivator finally expelled all the poison from his body. However, his demonic power was greatly depleted, and there was nowhere to replenish it.
Gazing at the now listless One-Horned Demon race cultivator in the prison, Xiao Fei had no intention of letting him rest. He manipulated the spatial spiritual energy, condensing it into a long whip, and lashed out at the One-Horned Demon race cultivator, continuing to deplete his spiritual energy.
He wasn't in a hurry; it was a matter of wearing down his opponent.
Three months later within the dimension, the One-Horned Demon race cultivator imprisoned within had completely given up hope and resigned himself to his fate, adopting a "broken pot" mentality. He was like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
No matter how Xiao Fei whipped him, he remained motionless, indifferent to whatever happened.
Seeing his passive and unmotivated state, Xiao Fei was at a loss. He had no choice but to personally intervene to provoke the opponent.
From the very first day the One-Horned Demon race cultivator arrived in this world, he had not had a single good day, enduring inhuman torment.
Now, he had come to terms with it. The opponent's strength far surpassed his own, and all his resistance was futile. He was prepared to be killed or tortured as his captor pleased.
Today, he lay on the ground weakly, ready to accept another round of abuse.
However, today brought him a surprise: a human Nascent Soul cultivator suddenly appeared in the prison.
This made the One-Horned Demon race cultivator conflicted. Should he continue to wallow in despair, or should he suddenly erupt and capture the young man before him?
In the end, he did not completely abandon hope. After all, the person before him was only at the Nascent Soul stage and looked very easy to bully.
The One-Horned Demon race cultivator, lying on the ground, suddenly sprang up. His head's horn flew out, piercing towards Xiao Fei.
Xiao Fei was prepared. A black demonic blade appeared in his hand to block.
With a "boom," Xiao Fei was forced back by the immense force. Even a toothless, months-starved tiger was difficult to deal with.
However, this was still within his tolerance. He let out a roar and charged forward again, engaging in a battle with the One-Horned Demon race cultivator.
After five rounds, Xiao Fei was defeated. He was pinned to the ground by the One-Horned Demon race cultivator, whose large mouth was about to gnaw at his face.
Seeing his chastity about to be violated, Xiao Fei suddenly vanished from the prison, leaving behind only a small bottle of pills.
The One-Horned Demon race cultivator picked up the pill bottle and found a pill inside. After carefully examining it and confirming it was non-toxic, he was overjoyed!
In the days that followed, Xiao Fei would enter the prison every few days to spar with the One-Horned Demon race cultivator, leaving behind a bottle of pills each time.
This behavior caused the One-Horned Demon race cultivator to regain his spirit and see hope again.
Through daily battles with the One-Horned Demon race cultivator, Xiao Fei continuously honed his combat skills. Although his cultivation level did not increase, his overall strength advanced by leaps and bounds.
From initially being able to only exchange a few moves before being defeated, he eventually reached a point where he could fight the One-Horned Demon race cultivator to a draw.
At this point, he would leave a few more pills, allowing the One-Horned Demon race cultivator to recover more of his strength.
Xiao Fei was now cultivating the "Wind Thunder Battle Body" daily, and in his spare time, he had a Nascent Soul cultivator to spar with.
His strength was improving significantly almost every day.
To verify his strength and combine learning with practice, he would periodically appear in demon territories to cause trouble.
He killed demons, plundered resources, and practiced his combat techniques.
Now, as long as he didn't encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was fearless.
The Bone Spike Demon race cultivator, who had been tracking him, was now being led all over the Eastern Continent by him, infuriated to the point of internal combustion.
However, in the past few days, he had temporarily abandoned Xiao Fei and turned his attention to another group of human cultivators.
This was because the only active human forces on the entire Eastern Continent were the elusive Xiao Fei and another flying giant ship.
This flying giant ship primarily operated in the eastern part of the Eastern Continent, on the main battlefield between humans and demons.
It would often appear suddenly, unleash a barrage of attacks, and then retreat, causing significant trouble for the attacking demons.
The demon cubs had requested several times for their Nascent Soul ancestors to step in and destroy that flying giant ship.
The other Nascent Soul cultivators were all hesitant to act. Since he was outside, he decided to resolve it himself.
A mere flying ship, a group of Nascent Soul cultivators, not even a single Nascent Soul cultivator among them, he could easily deal with it.