Jiang Ping An reached out and took the three purple jade slips. They felt cool against his fingers.
He had not intended to divide his attention by learning another Divine Art.
After all, he already knew many Divine Arts.
Whether for offense, defense, concealment, or attacks on the soul, his arts covered nearly every aspect and left him with almost no weaknesses.
Learning more would inevitably scatter his focus and slow his comprehension of his main laws. If he bit off too much, he would not be able to chew it.
Yet after seeing the Sacred Blood Tribe's unfathomable foundations and splendor with his own eyes, he could not help growing intensely curious about the Divine Arts this mysterious, powerful tribe had created.
His Divine Sense swiftly swept through the brief descriptions in the three jade slips, and he began to consider them.
Sacred Yin Sword: a supremely supple sword art with formidable killing power.
Nine Yin Divine Claws: eerie and ever-changing, insidious and hard to guard against, adept at breaking defenses and sustaining an assault.
Mysterious Yin Life Stealing Art: its core lay in "stealing" vitality to heal oneself while harming an enemy.
Seeing him ponder, Li Xi assumed he was having trouble choosing and offered a suggestion. "I recommend the Sacred Yin Sword."
"Its offensive power is extremely strong and will improve your combat strength the most. What I need your help with later will require you to be capable in battle."
At her words, Jiang Ping An seemed to make up his mind.
He handed two of the purple jade slips back and kept only one.
Li Xi was about to put the two slips away when a habitual sweep of her Divine Sense revealed something amiss.
"You took the wrong one."
She held out another jade