"Thank you, Master!"
Learning that he could control the Concealment Seal himself, Yang An breathed a sigh of relief.
If he had to remain suppressed at the Fake Consumption cultivation level forever, it would have been sheer torture for him.
But if he could control its release himself, then it was practically no different from having no effect at all. Even if he truly reached a life-or-death crisis, he could undo every seal and reveal his true strength.
From this point alone, Old Man Zhuanyu's approach could be considered fairly humane. It was not forced upon him.
"There is one more thing."
At that moment, Old Man Zhuanyu spoke again.
He reached into the bloody hole in his chest and scooped out a great mass of bright-red blood.
The blood squirmed and twisted constantly in his hand like a living creature. Very quickly, it was compressed into something the size of a grain of rice, which he flicked into Yang An's body.
"Your master grants you a strand of rule power for protection. So long as someone below my cultivation attacks you, it can die in your stead at a critical moment. However, this thing can only be used once. Remember well—do not provoke anyone too formidable!"
The thing vanished without a trace the instant it entered Yang An's body. Clearly, it could not be activated voluntarily and could only be used passively.
From Old Man Zhuanyu's words, Yang An could tell that this trip to Great Virtue Temple would certainly be fraught with danger.
"Thank you, Master!"
With a strand of rule power protecting him, one that could die in his place once, it was equivalent to gaining another life.
Still, Yang An gathered his courage and asked, "May I ask what this thing's limit is?"
What he truly