Dao Body

"Sir, Lord Zhong said the City Construction Department would transport Xiong Ran's body back within the next few days."

He Shu Li watched helplessly as the dark, luxurious puppet-beast carriage departed. Its hooves fell with crisp, measured sounds—not like puppet mechanisms at all, but as if strings had stirred a set of chime bells, producing such moving music.

"Within two or three days." The tall cultivator in the black robe nodded slightly.

"Why not sooner?"

Tu Shan Jun smiled. "Two hundred million high-grade Spirit Stones—who could bear responsibility for that?"

"What if it suddenly croaked on the road? The City Construction Department would have more than it could swallow."

Then he shifted his gaze over and, after looking He Shu Li over, asked, "Did you take the pill?"

He Shu Li hesitated, as though wanting to speak but stopping himself.

Yet the delight in his eyes overflowed beyond concealment.

His cultivation had already reached the late Qi Refinement stage, and the distance to perfection had been no more than a sheet of window paper. Yet it was as though he had encountered a bottleneck he could not touch.

After tossing and turning sleeplessly, he thought of the pill the Devil Lord had given him.

He had taken it merely to give it a try, never expecting the black-red pill's effect to be so astonishing.

It had not directly broken his bottleneck. Instead, it had caused the immense spiritual qi to transform into mana and sink into his dantian.

He was not sure whether he had broken through the bottleneck by his own efforts, or whether the mana condensed from spiritual qi had simply been sufficient to help him complete the transformation.

"Since Captain Zhong said he needs to smooth out the connections, we should make plans for ourselves as well."