Trade

To be honest, the owner of the Nascent Transformation Pill was tempted.

He was already in his twilight years, and his excessive indulgence in his youth had left him short on energy. Even the blood of the Phoenix Clan couldn't save him. That was why he wanted to find his descendants a way forward, hoping to get them onto the good graces of a great sect and secure its backing.

With the great sects out of reach for now, perhaps something that could boost his virility and let him enjoy himself would do.

If his descendants weren't up to scratch, couldn't he just have more of them himself?

He thought his identity was well hidden and that no one would recognize him.

"How much for a drop?"

"Ten thousand spirit stones per drop."

"Your word alone isn't enough. How can I know the blood is genuine?"

Meng Jingzhou chuckled and took out a small porcelain bottle. "What's so difficult about that? There's a drop of blood in this bottle. Swallow it and refine it, and you'll know how effective it is."

The methods of the cultivation world were mysterious and unpredictable. Cultivators of the Curse Dao could use things like blood and hair to curse someone from afar, making their attacks impossible to guard against.

Meng Jingzhou had thought of this long ago. All the blood he had brought today had been treated beforehand, with every trace of its owner's identity erased.

The owner of the Nascent Transformation Pill took the small porcelain bottle with some doubt and poured the blood into his palm.

The drop of blood looked like a blood-red jade bead, lustrous and perfectly rounded. It was clearly extraordinary, and the yang energy it radiated was nothing to scoff at. It was obviously several grades higher than