Facing everyone's gazes, Qu Jianlei said without hesitation, "I'm willing to support any attempt anyone wants to make..."
"I have only one requirement. We absolutely cannot let this consciousness escape!"
He wanted a Spirit Treasure too. Although it would draw far too much covetous attention, what Cultivator did not yearn for power? He would not stop eating for fear of choking.
However, just like that broken Spirit Mountain, if a Spirit Treasure could not be fully used by him, then abandoning it was abandoning it.
Just like now, he still had not performed Sacrificial Refining on the already-repaired Broken Blade—before trust had been established, he needed to keep his distance.
"Then let's burn it with fire," the Grand Protector said, flipping his wrist and revealing a small, crystalline Butterfly. "My fire leans yin."
When Pixiu's avatar had been destroyed, it had been a dark-blue figure, so it should also have leaned toward the yin and gentle side.
"I have yang fire," True Venerable Tianli said in a deep voice, holding up a ball of flame in his palm. "Pure yang fire."
"Don't mess around," Jin Ge said, his expression darkening. What kind of joke was this? Did he not know this was the Jin Jing Net?
Song Yue'er spoke up. "I have a gentle, nourishing fire. I wonder if that will do?"
As she spoke, she even glanced at Han Li. Her meaning was obvious—so what if you have cold qi? I have fire!
Han Li had not wanted to speak at all, but at that he could not help giving a snort. "I have cold fire... Let me calculate it!"
He raised his hand and began divining. Qu Jianlei watched silently from the side, yet a faint sigh rose in his heart: there were so many kinds of fire!