Saint's Blood

"Saint's Blood, good stuff! Such good stuff!"

While the saints were fighting, Shao Hao ecstatically kept collecting the golden blood spilled by Bodhi Daoist.

This was Heavenly Dao Saint's Blood!

It was countless times stronger than a Great Shaman's essence blood.

Bodhi Daoist had one claw chopped apart by Tongtian's sword, and blood rained down.

Even though Qing Ming had already opened his bag under Wood Emperor's guidance, some of the remaining golden blood still could not be gathered completely.

How could Qing Ming let such a priceless treasure slip away?

"Haha, there's another drop here!"

After circling this mountain several times and collecting the final drop of Saint's Blood, Qing Ming looked like an old farmer after a bountiful harvest, his face brimming with joy.

"Bodhi Daoist's blood is not so easy to take. Can you refine it?"

At this moment, Yu Yu Daoist walked over to Qing Ming and asked with a smile.

"I can refine it. This is excellent material for alchemy!"

Qing Ming was overjoyed. "Pills refined from Saint's Blood—now those would have extraordinary effects!"

"Uh..."

Hearing this, Yu Yu Daoist's mouth twitched.

Was this what it meant to be the Artifact Sage? Even Saint's Blood was going to be used for alchemy!

"Fine, take it and make pills, then!"

Yu Yu Daoist shook his head, then said to Qing Ming, "Artifact Sage, you... do not seem to have completed the Way through merit by merging with it? Are you planning to take the path of cultivating yourself? To possess such insight and make such a decision is quite remarkable."

"A gentleman makes good use of external things without becoming bound by them! The Dao of Implements borrows the power of external objects, but one must not neglect one's own cultivation. A gentleman must strive tirelessly