"How could there be nothing!?"
Yuan hurried forward, dragging his badly wounded body, and searched carefully.
But nothing was nothing. No matter how carefully he looked—even when he sprawled on the ground and searched inch by inch with a microscope—he still couldn't find the drop of Source Essence he wanted.
"Could it be that this king hasn't worked hard enough!?"
Yuan sat on the ground, utterly dejected. He could hardly accept this reality.
Before, when he worked hard on the outskirts of the Netherworld, he could earn half a grain of rice in a day. So why, now that he'd risked his life to come to the depths of the Netherworld, couldn't he even get a single hair!?
"Of course you haven't worked hard enough!"
Qin Feng drew him an imaginary pie from afar. "You need to learn from Xiangzi. Pull the rickshaw properly, don't complain, and work hard. Only then will you have a chance to advance."
"No! This king can't keep wallowing in despair!"
A cold gleam flashed in Yuan's eyes. He began to console himself. "This king hasn't returned to the Immortal Realm, hasn't personally slain that pair of dogs, hasn't tamed Qin Feng into a dog, and hasn't trampled Long Aotian underfoot. There are still far too many things this king has yet to accomplish. This king absolutely cannot keep wallowing in despair! Even without a Primal Chaos Dao Body, this king can still Suppress All Ages!"
With that—
Yuan sprang back to life at full health and sat down to heal his wounds.
"Ding! Congratulations, host, for repeatedly robbing the resources of the Mythical Heavenly Chosen Son. You have received 10 million Villain Points!"
"Yuan has gone too far!"
Hearing the system notification, Qin Feng looked disgusted and spat.
As his boss, he fed and