The Vermilion Ginger Grass child had already begun planning its move with full confidence when the Big Shot leisurely uttered two words: "Hold it!"
"First, take out your Soul-Fixing Pill and let me have a look!"
"You said it was from an ancestor... fine, I forgot I don't have an ancestor." The Vermilion Ginger Grass's mood instantly sank. "Then I'll give you this Storage Bracelet too, all right?"
"Don't act all pitiful and manipulative," the Big Shot said, using a rather trendy phrase.
In any case, the Big Shot's attitude toward the Vermilion Ginger Grass was indeed far from friendly. "Am I the sort who steals bracelets? I just want to see the Soul-Fixing Pill. Don't put on an act in front of me either... you're only a tiny Nascent Soul Vermilion Ginger Grass. There's a whole realm between us, understand?"
Not only did it remain perfectly composed, it truly did not think much of the Vermilion Ginger Grass.
Fortunately, the Vermilion Ginger Grass had not taken human form. Otherwise, everyone would probably have seen tears hanging from its eyes. In fact, even its Divine Sense carried a trace of sobbing. "Anyway, this is everything I have. Senior, take whatever you like."
"Did no one ever teach you not to challenge a wood-element senior?" The Big Shot's voice sounded deeply displeased. "If I wanted to harm you, your body itself would be the best thing. Would I really covet that little stash of yours?"
"But..." The Vermilion Ginger Grass's Divine Thought seemed to grow even more aggrieved.
For some reason, Feng Jun sensed an overwhelming aura of palace intrigue.
"Don't give me any of that 'but' nonsense," the Big Shot said impatiently. "Feng Jun, do you have any Extreme Dao Intent?"
"I do." With a flick of his wrist, Feng