Bai Lan slowly raised the Purple Firmament Seal, her gaze falling on the delicious creature on the ground that had already lost all signs of life.
Something this rare had to taste incredible.
Bai Ling, bound tightly by Bai Lan's Spirit Binding Rope, watched the scene before her. Her eyes suddenly widened as she stared at the Purple Firmament Seal in the distance. "No, impossible... This can't be possible! It... it's a divine beast. How could it die...?"
"Anything is possible." Bai Lan put away the Golden Bell Shield, then slowly stepped forward, lifted the phoenix by both hind legs, took several jade bottles from her Storage Bag, and began draining its blood.
"Bai Lan!!! Bai Lan! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!"
"You've always wanted to kill me. No need to repeat it so many times." The corners of Bai Lan's lips curled into a villainous smile. "Hehehe."
"I never thought you would act with such cruelty. You don't deserve to be a righteous cultivator at all! You're even crueler and more excessive than the demonic path!"
Bet you didn't expect it—the righteous path's ancestor was still waiting above to collect the inner core.
Ignoring Bai Ling, Bai Lan slowly drained the final drop of blood before taking out a dagger and unhurriedly beginning to carve out the inner core.
After silently striking a deal with the ancestor, Bai Lan put away the delicious prey on the ground and took stock of her gains. Weighing the two heavy Storage Bags in her hand, she felt deeply satisfied.
Compared to Long Aotian, who was poor enough to make a rat weep, Bai Ling was wealthier than even ordinary inner sect disciples. Nangong Yuan came next. For that, they had True Person Qing Xuan to thank.
Bai Ling's Storage