“Mad dog!”
Lin Xuanji almost broke out in cold sweat.
This little thing did not look very big and seemed like it was just born recently. However, it was quite strong and nearly pulled the folding fan away from his hand!
The folding fan in Lin Xuanji’s hand was quite powerful – it was a symbol of his lineage.
If he really lost the fan, he would probably lose his life.
Furthermore, he could not afford to lose it!
The more Lin Xuanji thought about it, the more afraid he got.
If Night Spirit had really snatched his folding fan away, how would he tell the old man upon returning?
That his folding fan was lost and taken away by a dog…?
The old man would definitely whip him to death!
At that thought, Lin Xuanji glared at Night Spirit angrily.
Naturally, Night Spirit was unabashed and glared back as well.
The man and beast glared at one another. After a while, Lin Xuanji gave up and revealed a friendly smile. “Mad dog… Ahem, Night Spirit. What do you think this is?”
With that said, Lin Xuanji took out a small bottle from his storage bag and removed the bottle stopper. Instantly, a strong herbal fragrance wafted out.
There was even a faint smell of blood mixed with the herbal fragrance.
Blood Flesh Elixir!
The Blood Flesh Elixir was refined using the blood and flesh essence of demon beasts. Coupled with many other herbs and an arduous process, the final product was a favorite of many demon beasts.
The grade of Blood Flesh Elixir required depended on the level of demon beast one was trying to suppress.
The Blood Flesh Elixir before them was of quite a high level. It could be a Grade 2 or even 3 elixir!
Even though Su Zimo had dabbled in elixir refinement, in all fairness, he could only refine Grade 1 elixirs.
Furthermore, ever since the five peaks face-off, he had no intention of spending any more effort and time on elixir refinement.
He had to give it up!
As the grade of elixirs increased, the demands of the elixir refinement techniques would be higher and the recipes would get more complex as well.
Su Zimo was not a god and did not have that much time and energy.
The path he wanted to take was one fraught with difficulties. On the basis of both immortality and demonic cultivation, he could only choose between weapon or elixir refinement and Su Zimo chose the former.
If it was spirit tiger or little crane, both would have lunged for this Blood Flesh Elixir in a frenzied manner the moment they saw it!
No matter the consequences, they would just eat it first.
However, Night Spirit was extremely calm. It eyed the Blood Flesh Elixir in disdain and pouted its lips.
“Fu*k!””
Lin Xuanji was provoked.
He could sense his pride being insulted and trampled on by that gaze!
“I’m actually being despised by a dog!”
Lin Xuanji was so angry that his entire body was trembling and his eyes were red.
Su Zimo smiled and patted Lin Xuanji on the shoulder, saying earnestly, “You’ll get used to it.”
Lin Xuanji: “…”
Indignant, Lin Xuanji took out another bunch of treasures from his storage bag. There were countless pills and elixirs that shone brightly and emanated with fragrance; there were even Inner Cores of demon beasts within.
Night Spirit narrowed its gaze and leaned against Su Zimo’s chest lazily, ignoring Lin Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji was upset.
A moment later, he could not take it anymore. Inching furtively over to Su Zimo, he whispered, “Fellow Daoist, what does that mad dog like? Tell me.”
Su Zimo had an idea and nodded. “I can tell you, but you’ve got to exchange something for it.”
“What?”
Lin Xuanji took a half-step back, his face filled with vigilance.
“That Minor Transference Talisman… Do you have any more? Sell me some of them,” Su Zimo said.
Lin Xuanji nearly spat out blood.
His face was grim and his body trembled, seemingly angry to the verge of collapsing. Seeing that, Su Zimo hurriedly added, “I’m going to buy them with spirit stones, not taking it away from you. Fellow Daoist, you’re getting too worked up.”
Su Zimo did not know the preciousness of the Minor Transference Talisman and merely took it as a talisman that had a price tagged to it.
Lin Xuanji’s mouth cramped up as he glared at Su Zimo angrily, gritting his teeth and saying word by word, “I only had one f*cking piece and you’re asking for a few pieces… do you think that the Minor Transference Talisman is some cabbage you can purchase off the streets?!”
That last sentence was almost entirely shouted by Lin Xuanji…
After shouting, he panted heavily. Still indignant, he said to Night Spirit, “Night Spirit, your master is way too ignorant. There’s no potential to grow by sticking with him!”
Shrugging his shoulders, Lin Xuanji was high-spirited as he declared proudly, “Let me tell you, if you were to follow me, I guarantee that you’ll definitely have anything you want to eat in the future…”
“Heeya!”
Upon hearing that, Night Spirit’s eyes suddenly lit up as it cried softly, seemingly moved.
Lin Xuanji’s voice came to a halt.
“Ow?”
“There’s a reaction?”
Elated, he looked at Su Zimo excitedly, “Fellow Daoist, what did Night Spirit just say?”
Suppressing his laughter, Su Zimo replied, “Night Spirit said that it wants to eat dragon eggs. It’s asking if you can get any?”
Lin Xuanji: “…”
“Y-Y-You…! You guys…!”
Lin Xuanji pointed at Su Zimo and Night Spirit. His nose was crooked from anger and his voice was quivering.
He felt that if he continued to stay with this man and beast, he would definitely break down.
“Hmph, good luck to you guys!”
With a furious flick of his sleeves, Lin Xuanji soared into the air and flew off into the distance.
“No matter what, thank you, fellow Daoist!”
Seeing that Lin Xuanji was about to disappear, Su Zimo hurriedly shouted.
Those words were truly from the bottom of his heart.
If not for Lin Xuanji, he would have died inside the primordial ruin.
When he heard that, Lin Xuanji who was speeding in the skies felt his legs give way and almost fell.
Su Zimo had reaped quite a lot from this trip. Not only did he manage to remove the power of the Blood Slave Art remaining in his body, he even managed to eat a dragon’s egg.
However, Lin Xuanji got nothing at all.
All he got was a little bit of leftover juice…
Lin Xuanji continued speeding through the wind, feeling more upset the more he thought about it.
He had cultivated for dozens of years. As the successor of one of the top factions of Tianhuang Mainland, when had he ever suffered such a loss?
“That person must be the reincarnation of a jinx! Why else would my luck be so bad when I’m around him? Disciple of Ethereal Peak? Hmph, hmph! I’ve got to divine who he is and his background alongside the secrets he’s hiding!”
With that said, Lin Xuanji took a deep breath of air and a gray, gentle light appeared in his pupils. It spread out slowly, turning into a thin layer of haze that veiled his eyes.
Opening his palm, Lin Xuanji’s thumb made repeated contact with his other four fingers, tapping in a furious speed.
A mysterious, profound power swirled around Lin Xuanji’s fingertips.
“Oh?”
After a long time, Lin Xuanji’s body trembled and the gray fog in his eyes dispersed. Stunned, he muttered to himself, “How is this possible? I’m unable to divine it?”
His face was grim as he frowned.
“That person is only a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, why can’t I divine it?”
“It doesn’t make sense.”
“Could… someone be concealing the heavenly secrets?”
Lin Xuanji’s gaze narrowed as he murmured softly, “There’s a supreme expert backing this lad?”