Fusing with a demigod-level item—and one from an Evil Profession at that—felt like courting death. Mr. President, you have to protect me. If anything goes wrong, I'll fuck your whole family, Zhang Yuanqing muttered uneasily to himself before asking aloud:
"How do I fuse with it?"
Mr. President lounged lazily against the back of his chair. "Cut open your chest and bring it close to your heart."
Zhang Yuanqing opened his Inventory and pulled out the Purple Thunder Hammer. He pressed the sharp triangular spike at the end of its handle against his chest. Just as he was about to stab it into his chest cavity, he suddenly remembered something.
"No, the triangular spike has armor-piercing and bleeding effects. A Sovereign-level bleeding effect would kill me. Mr. President, lend me a knife."
The president shook his head. "You don't even have a low-level sharp weapon? You're far too poor."
As he spoke, he reached into the Void and pulled out a pitch-black military knife.
The looked-down-on Item Celestial Venerable took the military knife, sliced open his chest, and exposed the beating heart within.
Warm blood soaked his clothes, and the thick stench of blood lingered in the bedroom. Ignoring the pain of his opened chest, Zhang Yuanqing carefully cradled the blackish-brown heart and brought it to his chest.
The blackish-brown heart in his palm instantly "melted" into a viscous black substance that wrapped around his tender red, beating heart. Zhang Yuanqing's heart was thus stained black.
Boom!
Zhang Yuanqing's thoughts exploded. So did his emotions.
Scenes from the past half year rose before his eyes: the exhaustion and despair of wandering through one high-difficulty dungeon after another, the fear and pain of struggling at the edge of life and death. At this moment, they surged endlessly within him.
Master Wuhen's