Blood Drop

The moment the Black Gourd appeared in Dongbo Xueying's hand, the artifact spirit panicked and urgently transmitted, "Stop, stop, stop! Stop right now! Quickly let a drop of blood fall onto the Black Gourd!"

Had the artifact spirit said anything else, Dongbo Xueying would have ignored it. After all, even the slightest delay might let the Mother Ancestor Cult protector hide inside a treasure. But its words this time made him stop.

"A drop of blood, onto the Black Gourd?" Dongbo Xueying could not help letting his imagination run wild.

"You little brat who doesn't care about his life, hurry up and bleed already! Isn't this what you've always wanted?" the artifact spirit urged.

Dongbo Xueying had some ideas in mind and reached...