"Cough, cough, Senior."
"Since that's the case, this junior is rather lacking in cultivation resources. How about..."
Mu Qing wanted some benefits.
After all, he currently had no way to improve his strength. If this Saint could give him some heavenly treasures containing indestructible power, he would certainly be able to make another tremendous leap!
Saint Jiang's body stiffened, and he cursed under his breath, "Do you know how many resources my little universe consumes? You still want good things from me? I'm poor as a church mouse—where am I supposed to get benefits for you?"
"Get lost!"
A wild gale swept over him.
When Mu Qing came to his senses, he was already outside. Snow blanketed the ground, and the cold wind howled.
"Who would've thought that the mighty seventh generation, the Jiang Family's Saint, is just as poor as I am?" Mu Qing shook his head and sighed.
He had thought he'd found someone powerful to lean on, only to discover the other party could not even cough anything up.
Still, Mu Qing was in quite a good mood.
At the very least, he had found a powerful expert standing on the same side as him!
Saint Jiang understood the Heavenly Emperor's strength very well. Since he had declared that he would blow the other party to pieces, he surely had a certain degree of confidence.
Just as Mu Qing was about to leave, a streak of light shot over and burrowed into his mind.
He froze slightly, then discovered a flood of information appearing in his mind.
Saint Law!
Back in the day, everyone in the Heavenly Court cultivated this Saint Law. It could be said to be a method that developed one's bloodline to its utmost limits.
If cultivated to the extreme, one's bloodline could transform