"Ah, Elder Brother. What are those few drops of liquid? Why does Bing'er feel an extremely pure energy surging forth?"
As the white demon egg cracked open, Bing'er, sitting to one side, wore a look of astonishment on her little face.
"Hehe, it's nothing. These few drops of liquid were merely refined from a spirit herb that's been around for seventy or eighty thousand years. Although using it is somewhat wasteful, it's extremely suitable for catalyzing the eggs of these Ancient Spirit Insects."
With a slight smile, Qin Fengming brushed it off. Although Bing'er could already be considered the person closest to Qin Fengming, that little gourd was far too mysterious. The fewer people who knew about it, the better.
"What? Elder Brother Qin, are you saying that what catalyzed the beast egg just now was the juice of a precious spirit herb that's been around for tens of thousands of years? This... such a precious item, and Elder Brother Qin used it to catalyze a beast egg? That's far too wasteful."
Although Gongsun Jingyao had never left the Hundred Skills Gate, she still knew some common knowledge about the Cultivation World.
Let alone spirit herbs that had grown for seventy or eighty thousand years—even spirit herbs that had grown for over ten thousand years were already considered extremely precious in the Cultivation World at this time. Each one was worth at least hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of spirit stones.
Yet the young cultivator before her had casually brought out a spirit herb that had grown for tens of thousands of years. How could Gongsun Jingyao not be shocked?
"Mm, it's nothing. I obtained this spirit herb by chance. But one spirit herb can't be used to refine any particularly precious pills. Using it now to catalyze the