Cosmic Backpack

"Is this... a Dust-Whipping Pearl?"

A moment later, in Corpse Burning Room No. 7.

Qin He took the pale purple pearl from Little Sable's arms, surprise on his face.

Its effects were equivalent to an enhanced Blessing Technique plus a Calming Pill plus sudden enlightenment.

The benefits were simply too obvious.

It could strengthen one person, revitalize an entire sect, and was something one could encounter only by chance, never seek out.

Its refining method was extraordinarily secretive, existing only in legend.

Even Qin He had merely heard of it and never seen one before.

The delightful thing was that the Dust-Whipping Pearl had acknowledged Little Sable as its master. It was recognition of Little Sable's "clear and unobstructed Spiritual Root"—it certainly knew how to pick a master.

"Where did it come from?" Qin He asked casually.

"It was... picked up in the ruins." Wang Tie Zhu instinctively played down the important parts.

"Picked up?" Qin He found it hard to believe and looked at Little Sable in front of him. "Is that so?"

Little Sable first shook its head, then wildly gestured with its paws, drawing two human figures—one straight, one round.

Qin He nodded after watching, then looked at Wang Tie Zhu again. "Little Sable says it was snatched. So was it snatched or picked up?"

Wang Tie Zhu: "..."

"Hey, Pillar, you dare lie to me now?" Lamborghini immediately kicked him when he was down.

It had no idea what had happened inside, since it had not gone in at all. It had tried to squeeze through the hole, only for its Bullhead to get stuck, impossible to pull free.

Little Sable had later slapped it out by force with one paw, and it was still seeing stars.

All of this... was Wang Tie Zhu's fault for