Dragon Chant Pill, the Deep-Rooted Celestial Maiden Sect

Having suffered such a grave injury, Ni Shihuang could not help but hate her younger sister, Ni Meixian, for "forgetting the greater good at the sight of a petty gain." With merely a casual test from Wei Tu, she had forgotten the patient instructions she and the family had given her before.

Yet she found it difficult to imagine.

What Wei Tu had given Ni Meixian just now was no petty gain, but spirit crystal resources that would make even Nascent Soul ancestors of the Overseas Cultivation Realm drool with envy.

If used properly, Ni Meixian could use them to extend her lifespan and perhaps even continue her Nascent Soul path.

Compared to that, the reward she and the Ni Family had promised Ni Meixian was far too lacking.

Moreover, of these two "temptations," one was within arm's reach, while the other lay beyond the horizon.

Had she been Ni Meixian, she likely would have hesitated as well, choosing to be "shortsighted" and abandoning the concubine status of a Spirit Transformation cultivator that was nearly within her grasp, yet carried hidden risks.

"This concubine chooses these... resources bestowed by Venerable Wei."

Seeing Ni Shihuang injured, Ni Meixian became even more fearful of Wei Tu.

She knew Wei Tu was meticulous and difficult to fool. She also understood that serving a ruler was like serving a tiger. Thus, after a brief moment of panic, she immediately made her choice, gripping the spirit crystal pouch in her hand tightly.

Hearing this, Wei Tu nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction appearing in his eyes. He waved his hand, signaling for Ni Meixian to withdraw.

After Ni Meixian returned to the cave abode, all warmth vanished from his face. He looked coldly at Ni Shihuang, who stood before him with blood at the corner