When Chan Jing Yu and He Fan Liu were called back by Li Qingyun, their hearts trembled and they groaned inwardly, terrified that his next words would be something like, "I need to borrow the heads on your shoulders."
He Fan Liu was drenched in divine aura—the stench of river fish—and asked with a deathly pale face, "So long as you spare my life, Brother Li may take anything I possess."
Chan Jing Yu nodded along in fear.
"No need to be nervous. What this poor Daoist seeks is merely the true blood within you two. For the sake of our having fought Lan Ke Tian together and joined forces to slay that fiend, you need only leave behind nine drops of true blood each..." Li Qingyun said blandly.
In his heart, he had actually hoped that Chan Jing Yu and He Fan Liu would show some of the backbone and bloodiness expected of Superior Clan disciples, and flatly refuse his demand.
Then, when he made his move, there would no longer be any "condemnation from his conscience."
Unexpectedly, these two Superior Clan disciples had no backbone whatsoever.
Upon hearing this, Chan Jing Yu and He Fan Liu hesitated almost not at all. They immediately split open their heavenly skins, each drew out nine drops of true blood, and handed them to Li Qingyun.
In truth, both of them knew that if Li Qingyun had not acted just now, Lan Ke Tian would certainly have slaughtered them to the last, leaving behind no hidden trouble at all. There was no question of sparing them merely because they offered up their true blood.
Chan Jing Yu's Jade Cicada Blood was remarkably mystical and unique. Every drop was snowy white and crystalline, faintly resembling a six-winged jade cicada lying prone within it,