"What happened to you, Tuanzi?"
Seeing Tuanzi in such a miserable state, Jiang Ping An hurriedly asked.
Tuanzi quickly shook its head. "Tuanzi is fine! Tuanzi brought back a treasure that can increase Soul Power for Master!"
It spat out a black cicada from its mouth.
This cicada was not an ordinary insect. It looked more like a handicraft molded from black soil, incomplete, with only half its shell remaining.
Powerful and mysterious soul fluctuations surged from the black cicada.
Sensing the familiar fluctuations emanating from it, Jiang Ping An's eyes abruptly widened.
"This aura..."
"Can this treasure help Master?"
Tuanzi blinked its bright red eyes and asked cautiously.
It was afraid that the treasure it had brought back would be useless to its master.
Jiang Ping An said seriously, "It can. It will be extremely useful. It can help me resolve this crisis!"
"That's wonderful! That's wonderful!"
Hearing Jiang Ping An say that it was useful, Tuanzi happily leaped into the air. The wounds that had just scabbed over split open again, and blood flowed out.
Seeing Tuanzi like this, Jiang Ping An's heart ached terribly. He hurriedly took out a drop of Demon Illusion Fairy's blood essence and gave it to Tuanzi.
"You've worked hard."
Tuanzi possessed the Formless Illusionary God Body, which could negate any attack.
Even so, Tuanzi had suffered such grave injuries. It must have encountered immense danger.
Tuanzi narrowed its eyes and rubbed against Jiang Ping An's hand. "Tuanzi is fine. As long as Master is happy, that's all that matters."
Tuanzi's muffled voice sounded from the doorway.
"This time, at least half the credit for obtaining this treasure belongs to me. I bore the brunt of the damage."
It put its paws on its hips, claiming credit for itself.
Jiang Ping An smiled