He Ping suppressed the shock in his heart and handed over the elixirs, his tone growing increasingly solemn.
"These elixirs are only aids. The true key is your own talent, Brother Li. It is truly the Oath of Embers' good fortune to have met you."
Lin Sheng took the elixirs. As his fingertips touched the bottles, he could feel the pure energy contained within. He smiled.
"You're too kind, Brother He. We're simply helping each other."
As he spoke, Lin Sheng raised a hand and passed over a briefcase.
It contained the Oath of Embers' Ancestral Idol.
"I brought the Ancestral Idol back. However, Brother He, during my cultivation, I noticed that the image seemed incomplete."
Lin Sheng spoke softly, then quietly awaited his answer.
The Evil Lord's blood essence within the Ancestral Idol was tremendously helpful to him. If he could extract a full hundred percent of it, perhaps he could raise his purgatory affinity talent straight to the advanced level.
At that point, the improvement to his cultivation efficiency would be immense.
He Ping froze at Lin Sheng's words, seemingly not expecting that question. But he soon nodded, a complicated expression filling his face.
"To think you could even detect that, Brother Li. It seems your talent for Inferno-related cultivation is far greater than I imagined."
As he spoke, he opened the briefcase and took out the Ancestral Idol. His palm gently rubbed its base as he continued.
"The idol is indeed incomplete. To be precise, it is only half."
"Half?" Lin Sheng raised an eyebrow, a thought stirring in his mind.
"That's right." He Ping released the Ancestral Idol, allowing it to float in midair, and slowly continued. "Our Oath of Embers ancestors brought this half with them when they broke away from the Crimson Prison Society.