Three days later, Ning Xiaochuan's laughter rang out in the forest.
Yu Ningsheng transformed into a graceful white streak and flew back into the woods. She saw Ning Xiaochuan holding a small Cold Jade Bottle, laughing heartily.
Her beautiful eyes flickered. "The refinement is complete?"
Ning Xiaochuan stopped laughing, nodded, and said, "A total of twenty-one drops of Ninth Grade Mystic Beast Bloodline Spirit were refined."
Yu Ningsheng said, "A whole cauldron of Ninth Grade Mystic Beast blood only refined into twenty-one drops of Bloodline Spirit? This... isn't that far too wasteful?"
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head. "This is already quite good! Do you know that all the blood in a First Level Mystic Beast can only be refined into one drop of Bloodline Spirit? Yet the value of that single drop is comparable to one Mid-Grade Profound Stone. Moreover, the Bloodline Spirit refined from a First Level Mystic Beast's blood is nowhere near comparable to that refined from a Ninth Grade Mystic Beast's blood. From this, you should understand just how precious these twenty-one drops of Bloodline Spirit are! Even Heaven-Man Realm martial artists would likely be interested in them. If they appeared at a major auction house in the Yulan Empire, every single drop could sell for a sky-high price."
Ning Xiaochuan lowered his head and stared at the Cold Jade Bottle in his hand, a trace of excitement still on his face. "Perhaps I can use these Bloodline Spirits to cultivate a Martial Soul Seal and reach the seventh level of the Earth Venerable Realm."
Naturally, Ning Xiaochuan could not possibly keep this bottle of Bloodline Spirit all to himself. He took six bottles from the Universe Pouch and set them on the ground.
He opened the Cold Jade Bottle in his hand, and eleven clumps of