Taking the Precious Medicine

"Alas, it's already late. Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Feng Ao clearly did not agree with Zhou Gang's words and waved a hand.

Zhou Gang thought about it and said nothing more.

"Uncle Zhou, what did you mean by fifth grade?" Feng Xiu sharply caught the two key words in his speech.

"I only heard it from a fellow cultivator I met on the road. Demons are divided by bloodline, while demonic qi is divided into nine grades. The stronger the grade, the stronger the demonic qi. Grades one through nine are a rough distinction," Zhou Gang said.

Feng Xiu sank into thought.

Come to think of it, Daoist Yellow Dragon had mentioned this saying before: demonic qi was used to measure Black Abyss Monsters.

Now that Zhou Gang explained it, he more or less understood.

"Then what about those transformed demons in Tang Reservoir? Do they have grades too?"

Thinking carefully, those strange fish creatures could only act as water-spraying dolls. Most likely, they did not even possess demonic qi.

"You think too highly of them. They're merely a pack of ungraded Black Abyss Monsters."

After they had jointly dealt with that gray bear demon, the unnamed Divine Qi Realm expert had found Zhou Gang agreeable.

That was why he had explained a few extra things. Zhou Gang naturally remembered, and he let out a scornful laugh.

"Ungraded they may be, but they're still stronger than ordinary people," he sighed.

"Cloud Province is about to descend into chaos."

Feng Xiu said nothing.

Chaos? It could only be said that things were manageable. It was certainly good to prepare for a rainy day.

But it did not seem to have reached that point yet.

During this period, Feng Xiu had discussed the Primordial Magnetism Art extensively with Daoist Yellow Dragon.