Xiang Yang even considered revealing himself and using Dao Proving Martial Arts to suppress everyone present, snatching the Hellflower from the Blade Master. But Wen Jingjing stood too close to the Hellflower, and her martial arts were formidable as well. Fearing some mishap, he suppressed the impulse.
The others present lacked neither the composure nor patience for that. The moment they heard the words "Hellflower," their eyes went wide. Even Bai Tiansong, the Northern Domain Divine Sword, wished he could swallow that resplendent giant flower whole. One after another, they began to stir restlessly.
For a martial artist, from the very first day of training, advancing one's realm and expanding one's strength were instincts carved deep into the soul, far more important than anything else.
Setting aside the Hellflower's legendary, mythic aura, it was surely itself a peerless Spiritual Item. If any one of them could seize this flower and make full use of it, their future would be boundless, and attaining the Dao would be within sight.
Yet great as the benefits were, they could not cloud everyone's minds. Wen Jingjing had so easily revealed the origin of the Hellflower beneath the giant coffin, utterly unafraid of others coveting it. Clearly, she had prepared for this long ago.
"I'll ask you again, Wen Jingjing—what exactly do you want? The secrets hidden within this tomb are too great for you to digest alone.
"If you are willing, we can study them together—the Hellflower, the treasure related to the secret of Shattering, all of it. Think about it. Your family is already gone. Why not strive for something more tangible? What do you think?"
Bai Tiansong did not truly believe that a few words from him could move Wen Jingjing. He was merely trying to disrupt her mind and spy out