Little Green!

After returning to Pangu Temple, Qin Xuan walked over to the pool, took out the green gourd, and prepared to pour the Chaos Spirit Liquid back in.

The next moment, the smile on his face instantly froze.

He suddenly discovered that the gourd was completely empty. There was not even a trace of Chaos Spirit Liquid left!

Immediately afterward, a thunderous cry of shock and fury shook Pangu Temple until it hummed:

"Where is my Chaos Spirit Liquid?!"

Hearing such a commotion, the Ancestral Witches could no longer remain seated and rushed out from every corner of the hall.

In an instant, they gathered around Qin Xuan.

Dijiang hurriedly asked:

"Qin Xuan, what has you so angry?"

Zhurong shouted with an equally furious expression:

"Did Tongtian provoke you?"

"Wait here. I'll drag him back and vent your anger for you!"

As he spoke, flames flashed around Zhurong's body, and he was about to charge out of the hall, looking determined not to stop until he had brought Tongtian back.

Qin Xuan hurriedly grabbed Zhurong, his face full of bitterness.

"Brother, it has nothing to do with Tongtian."

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in his heart as he shook the green gourd in his hand.

"All the Chaos Spirit Liquid is gone..."

The moment those words were spoken, the Ancestral Witches, who had been brimming with rage, froze.

They knew Qin Xuan blamed himself for losing the Chaos Spirit Liquid.

After a brief daze, Zhurong casually slapped Qin Xuan on the shoulder, unconcerned.

"Hey! So it's gone. What's the big deal?"

"We don't have primordial spirits, yet haven't we managed just fine all these years?"

Hearing this, Qin Xuan felt even more bitter and slowly shook his head.

The less his brothers cared, the guiltier he felt.

All his brothers' hope of recovering their primordial spirits rested on that pool of Chaos Spirit Liquid.

Yet he had let it all disappear!

Thinking of this, Qin Xuan regretted it immensely.

If he had known this would happen, he would have ignored Tongtian from the start.

The thought that he had personally destroyed all his brothers' hope of recovering their primordial spirits—

Qin Xuan's eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and the vast Law of Strength within him erupted uncontrollably.

The surrounding space groaned under the impact of that aura, cracking apart and collapsing inch by inch.

Seeing this, Hou Tu revealed a worried expression and said softly:

"Little brother Xuan, don't blame yourself. Calm your mind first. Don't hurt yourself!"

Zhurong roared from the side:

"Which blind fool stole the spirit liquid? I'll skin him alive!"

"It was this gourd that swallowed all the spirit liquid!" Qin Xuan roared, glaring viciously at the gourd in his hand.

The next moment, he gathered all his strength, concentrating one hundred percent of the Law of Strength into his right fist as he prepared to smash the gourd.

Just then.

A somewhat childish, panicked voice suddenly rang out in Qin Xuan's mind.

"Don't hit me!"

"Don't hit me!"

Qin Xuan's movement came to an abrupt halt.

He was slightly stunned. The bloodlust in his eyes faded somewhat as he looked at the gourd in his hand in uncertainty.

This gourd had developed intelligence?

He forcefully suppressed the fury in his heart and growled at the gourd:

"Speak! Where did you hide my entire pool of Chaos Spirit Liquid?"

The childish voice rang out again, tinged with grievance.

"I... I don't know either. I only just woke up, and the gourd was already empty. There was nothing inside. How could I have seen whatever spirit liquid you're talking about?"

Upon hearing that, the anger Qin Xuan had barely suppressed surged up again with a whoosh.

Even now, it dared to argue!

His expression darkened as he raised his fist again, ready to strike.

"Don't, don't, don't, don't!"

"Whatever spirit liquid you want, I can make it for you!"

Hearing that.

Qin Xuan's heart jolted. His hand stopped once again as he said in a low voice:

"Tell me. What abilities do you have?"

The next moment, a childish voice filled with pride and smugness echoed in his mind.

"Hmph! Then let this ignorant fool open his eyes!"

"Watch carefully!"

Qin Xuan could practically picture the gourd puffing out its chest with a smug look that said, Watch closely.

As soon as it finished speaking, a terrifying suction force suddenly came from the gourd's mouth.

In an instant, the Primordial Aura within Pangu Temple, originally so dense it was nearly tangible, began pouring frantically into the gourd.

In only a few moments, more than half of the abundant Primordial Aura in the hall had been sucked away, leaving it thin and sparse.

All the Ancestral Witches looked astonished. Even the normally composed Dijiang had a flicker of surprise in his eyes.

Zhurong widened his eyes and pointed at the gourd.

"Good heavens, it really can suck!"

A short while later, treasure light shimmered around the green gourd as it gently swayed a few times.

Then streams of incomparably pure Primordial Spirit Liquid, carrying a refreshing fragrance, slowly flowed out from its mouth.

Qin Xuan stared at the scene before him. His expression first turned to shock, then wild joy, leaving him almost dumbfounded.

This gourd... could directly transform absorbed Primordial Aura into Primordial Spirit Liquid?

He suddenly thought of something, and his heart became even more excited.

Within Primordial Chaos, everything was scarce except for the violent, rampaging chaos energy!

If... if this gourd could even refine chaos energy into pure Chaos Spirit Liquid, then wouldn't they be able to have as much as they wanted in the future?

He had truly found a treasure this time!

The gourd seemed to sense Qin Xuan's shock and delight, and its proud voice rang out again:

"Well? Now you know how amazing I am, right? Look at you, like you've never seen the world before!"

At those words, not a trace of Qin Xuan's previous anger remained. He immediately grinned.

"Do you have a name? I can't keep calling you Gourd forever."

The voice from within the gourd paused, seeming somewhat bashful.

"No... I don't..."

A gleam flashed through Qin Xuan's eyes, and he decided on the spot:

"Then from now on, you'll be called Little Green!"

What else could a green gourd be called but Little Green?

"Little Green? What kind of lousy name is that? I don't want it!"

The voice inside the gourd immediately voiced a strong protest.

Zhurong burst into laughter beside him.

"Qin Xuan, that name is way too casual."

"It doesn't sound like a man's name at all!"

Hou Tu smiled faintly.

"This misfortune has turned into a blessing!"

Qin Xuan ignored Little Green's protest.

He directly hung it at his waist, then turned to the Ancestral Witches.

"Brothers, sister, let's go to Primordial Chaos."

"Let's see whether Little Green can refine chaos energy."

"And Hongjun's third lecture is about to begin as well!"