Those who had achieved success in cultivation could use blood to divine information about its owner, then use it to launch secret attacks, lay curses, and the like.
So before selling his blood, Meng Jingzhou had completely erased all the information contained in his essence blood. No one could tell it was his—not even Su Yiren.
"What's this?" Li Haoran asked, puzzled. He had no idea what Su Yiren intended to do.
"This is blood I acquired at a black-market auction. It cost me a hundred thousand spirit stones."
Meng Jingzhou's expression turned strange. When he'd sold his blood, he'd charged ten thousand spirit stones per drop. How could the price have gone up so outrageously?
To think he'd actually lost money as a member of the Meng Household. What a disgrace.
"This blood should be the true blood of some pureblood Demon Race. It can improve cultivation and strengthen yang energy. I thought I'd buy it for my husband. If the immortal herb can enhance its effects by another level, that would be even better."
Li Haoran was deeply moved. He hadn't expected Su Yiren to think of him at every turn.
Lu Yang also recognized Meng Jingzhou's essence blood. He didn't recall Old Meng's blood having any cultivation-boosting effects. If it did, Lu Yang would've downed three big bowls of it first.
Senior Su, are you really making things up with a straight face just to get Li Haoran into bed?
"I can't. I can only improve the cultivation of living beings. It might work if you brought the blood's owner here." The Evolving Immortal Herb put an end to Su Yiren's hopes.
"I see." Su Yiren was clearly a little disappointed.
Lu Yang stole a glance at Meng Jingzhou, wondering whether he should tell Su Yiren the