After filling his stomach, Lu Yuan raised a hand and wiped the food crumbs from the corner of his mouth. His dark eyes curved with a teasing smile.
He looked at Su Yaqing beside him, who was gently straightening her crimson battle suit. Deliberately lowering his voice, he spoke with a mischievous grin:
"Sister Yaqing, I'm about to awaken my Demon Bloodline. I'll need to be bare-chested during the process, so you're not allowed to sneak a peek."
While they'd chatted after eating their fill, the two had already exchanged names.
They could practically be called comrades who'd faced death together. How could they not even know each other's names?
At his words, Su Yaqing gave him a casual glance with her crimson-gold eyes. Her expression remained calm and composed, her tone as nonchalant as drifting clouds, even tinged with disdain. "As if I'd want to look at a little brat like you. Don't flatter yourself."
Lu Yuan smiled and said no more. His expression soon grew serious and solemn.
He took a deep breath, slowly straightened up, and turned his gaze toward the pool of Soul Washing Spirit Spring shimmering faintly in the center of the cave.
Everything depended on this one attempt.
He suddenly clenched his right hand. A Demon Black Bead, pitch-black with dark-gold patterns coiling across its surface and an ancient, ferocious aura emanating from it, appeared in his palm.
The bead felt cold in his hand. The moment it appeared, it seemed to stir the air inside the cave.
Next, Lu Yuan flipped his left hand and took three Demon Fruits from his Spatial Ring. They were a dull color and gave off a bitter scent.
The Demon Fruits looked shriveled and unimpressive.
But the instant they appeared, their intensely bitter smell shot straight up