"Clang..."
Six Claw Blades sprang from the gaps between her finger bones, silver-bright and razor-sharp, their cold gleam making them resemble six keen daggers.
Han Xue Shan looked at the bone blades extending from her hands and gave a helpless, bitter smile.
Ever since their ancestor Han Xue Bao had regained his vitality and escaped the Spirit Slaying Tribulation, the entire Cold Snow Tribe had celebrated in jubilation. They were all endlessly grateful to Golden Bell Old Devil, the senior expert who had saved their ancestor.
After Han Xue Bao recovered, he joined forces with Golden Bell Old Devil to undertake the grand endeavor of "restoring the glory of their ancestors."
"So... I ended up with six claws on my hands."
Han Xue Shan retracted the claws from her hands, her face full of bitter helplessness. "Golden Bell Ancestor's Dao of Alchemy cultivation is truly unfathomable. Just one pill filled my body with vitality beyond imagination."
She raised her hand. When the claws sprang out, the wound sliced across the back of her hand instantly healed completely. The helplessness on Han Xue Shan's face deepened.
"If this keeps up... won't I turn into a monster?"
Shaking her head, Han Xue Shan gave another bitter smile. "Monster... Our Cold Snow Tribe are descendants of the Kinan Tribe. We were monsters to begin with!"
More importantly... over the past few months, nearly every core member of the Cold Snow Tribe had taken Golden Bell Old Devil's pills and grown six claws.
The pills' effects were astonishing. Not only had they restored several elderly clan elders to their prime, but they had also given everyone terrifying regenerative abilities.
If not for those six claws, they would have been flawless divine pills.
"Daoist Jin Zhong, have you gained anything from your research during this