Speed up.
At that moment, Fu Qian stopped suppressing the impulsive urge completely. He even let himself go a little further.
The result was nothing short of frenzied.
The flesh, which had seemed fairly resilient, was like tofu before his sharp teeth. It tore open, exposing the inner structure, while Fu Qian kept moving.
See? His instincts had been spot-on.
After a series of cuts, something unusual was finally exposed—something exactly like what his instincts had just predicted.
A cluster of glands, linked together like sweet potatoes.
Their structure was even translucent enough to reveal the faint gleam of liquid inside, confirming that they really were the source of "bliss."
There was reason to believe the other infusion platforms had similar structures inside. Even so, the fact that his instincts had correctly predicted not just the presence of the glands, but also their exact shape and arrangement, was still astonishing.
The amount was just as astonishing.
The glands were slender compared to the infusion platform, but given the latter's size, they were still enormous when scaled proportionally.
This was no longer a question of how much infusion they contained. There was enough to take a bath in.
Of course, anyone who had experienced that bliss could hardly allow themselves to waste it like that. The instant they saw it, their only thought would be to grovel at its side and savor its aura—pfft!
As if piercing a container, Fu Qian moved the sharp teeth in his hand again, slicing open the largest gland.
Sorry, wanton waste had always been part of the Rebirth Club's corporate culture.
Blue liquid twisted into a stream and gushed out, though sadly, there was no showerhead.
The only consolation was that the water temperature was just right.
Bliss washed over him, while boundless sin