In Qin Fengming's judgment, the Quefu tribe, merely a mid-sized clan in the Cold Plunder Realm, naturally could not have anyone who had seen an account of how to refine this viscous liquid.
Hearing what Hu Feiwen said, Qin Fengming naturally remained calm inside.
"Fellow Daoists, this jar of liquid isn't particularly useful. Its energy is impure and mixed, and consuming it will do us cultivators no good. Not only will it be useless, it will instead cause considerable damage to our physical bodies. If the three of you don't believe me, you can find someone to identify it or attempt to refine it."
Qin Fengming added fuel to the fire, making matters worse.
If this sticky substance refined from several kinds of spirit herbs and flowers were consumed directly, Qin Fengming was certain that even a Mahayana cultivator would have difficulty enduring its tremendous, impure energy. Their blood vessels would inevitably shatter.
"Since this thing is of no use to us, Fellow Daoist, why do you want it?" Seeing Qin Fengming's composed demeanor, Jin Shaoxue slightly knitted her brows and spoke coldly.
"Hehe, although this thing is useless to cultivators, it still has some use for this Qin. As long as I expend some effort, I can refine it into something to feed special spirit beasts." Qin Fengming smiled faintly and brazenly spouted nonsense.
The three great Divine Connection cultivators of the Quefu tribe were not fools. They naturally knew that Qin Fengming's words contained a great deal of water.
However, the three of them also understood that since the young man before them had said this, there must be some truth to it. It seemed that this substance might be useful, but it certainly would not be as precious as the ten materials listed in the jade slip.