"That was a blood elixir condensed purely from vital energy and brute force!"
The entire tent erupted in uproar.
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Condensing an elixir from vital energy?
How was that possible?
Primal Chaos Martial Saint's heart shook violently.
A flicker of undisguisable panic passed through the depths of his eyes.
This man had seen through his secrets at a glance!
Ascending to the upper realm was his greatest secret.
If these people learned that he was from the lower realm...
His fate would certainly not be pleasant.
"G-General, you jest."
Primal Chaos Martial Saint forcibly squeezed out an ugly smile.
Feigning composure, he spoke in a hoarse voice.
"I... I am merely a Rogue Cultivator from the depths of the Southern Wasteland."
"Years ago, I accidentally wandered into an ancient forbidden land shrouded in poisonous miasma. By sheer luck, I survived and mistakenly consumed an unknown blood-colored exotic fruit."
"That caused the vital energy within my body to run wild, and by a fortunate coincidence, I condensed—"
"Shut up!"
Before he could finish, Pei Lie brutally cut him off.
He stepped forward and seized Primal Chaos Martial Saint by the neck with a large hand like an iron pincer.
Then he forcibly lifted him off the ground.
"A Rogue Cultivator?"
"Mistakenly consumed an exotic fruit?"
"Do you take this general for a three-year-old child?"
Pei Lie sneered, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
But for some reason, as though he had recalled something, the killing intent in his eyes swiftly receded.
He tossed Primal Chaos Martial Saint to the ground as though throwing away trash.
"Since you refuse to tell this general the truth,"
"so be it. You can tell the people of Night Owl Hall instead."
After saying that, Pei Lie turned and returned to