Nine-Layer Mountain.
Before Tiger Leap Cliff.
Dragon Head looked at Jiang Ning's calm expression and secretly drew in a deep breath. A flicker of pained reluctance flashed through his eyes, but he also knew that today's matter could not be settled easily.
But after making an enemy of Jiang Ning, that brief exchange just now had already utterly extinguished the thoughts in his heart.
Now, he was incomparably certain that ordinary Curse Killing Art had no effect on Jiang Ning at all.
A powerful fleshly body brought powerful vitality, enough to withstand the sinister erosion of the Curse Killing Art.
He raised his hand and took a Jade Bottle from his robes. "This is Three-Thousand-Year Spirit Marrow. I obtained it in a Grotto-heaven some years ago. Thanks to it, I was able to smoothly step into the ranks of First Grade. Now there are still three drops left. It has the effects of tempering sinews and bones, strengthening the physique, fortifying Blood Qi, nourishing the Dantian, nurturing the Spirit Soul, and increasing Divine Power."
"Today, I shall use these three drops, along with the Mystic Heart Fruit from before, to apologize to My Lord. May I ask whether My Lord can accept this?"
As soon as the words fell, before Jiang Ning could agree, he tossed the Jade Bottle through the air toward Jiang Ning.
Jiang Ning raised his hand and caught it, his gaze narrowing slightly.
"Increasing Divine Power?!!"
"Correct!" Dragon Head nodded, indicating affirmation. "Although it has not been long since I stepped into First Grade, my foundation is deep, and this Three-Thousand-Year Spirit Marrow takes the lion's share of the credit. I originally wanted to leave a few drops to cultivate Dragon Head's descendants, but today I have offended you greatly, so I can only offer them