Nascent... Soul Pill? Wu Minxi's jaw nearly hit the ground. "Yes, of course I want one. Believe it or not, I feel like robbing you right now!"
But then he came to his senses—how did a dignified Dao Palace steward know his bandit nickname, Wu Laoliu?
I'm just a lowly independent Golden Core Realm cultivator from Dongsheng!
The next moment, he calmed down and gave a bitter laugh. "Commander, don't tease me. I still have over a hundred years left to live!"
"Arrange a meeting with Ridge Lord Qu," Sanjiang Commander said seriously. "If that really isn't possible, Fairy Jing will do."
"As long as you can make it happen, the Nascent Soul Pill is yours. Do you trust me?"
Sanjiang Commander had no other choice. Earlier, he had reluctantly planned to use Transformation Master Wen Yu to establish some connection with Red Leaf Ridge.
But who the hell could have expected Wen Yu to be someone neither grandmother nor uncle cared for? Even Red Leaf Ridge, which had dealt with Wen Yu more often, refused to acknowledge him?
He had no idea what had clouded his judgment back then, making him keep believing in such a thing! "This..." Wu Laoliu swallowed with difficulty. This was a Nascent Soul Pill—who wouldn't want it? He had always been thinking of his child and wanted to obtain a Core-Forming Pill. As for a Nascent Soul Pill? He had never even considered it! Did he not want to form a Nascent Soul? He dreamed of it! Besides, he still had more than a hundred years of lifespan left. There was plenty of time!
But he had never believed such good fortune could fall upon him—daydreaming wasn't supposed to work like this.
Given equal possibilities, which took priority: his child attempting Core Formation, or