Looking at the three Yin Spirit Pills in his palm, each giving off an enticing fragrance and faintly swirling with a dark-red pill halo,
Xia Dong flipped his wrist, took out a specially made jade bottle, and carefully stored the three pills away. For the time being, he had no intention of taking them.
For one thing, his divine sense had already reached Foundation Establishment Early Stage, yet he did not possess the subsequent cultivation method for the "Mysterious Yin Spirit Refining Art." Without the guidance of the technique, even if he rashly consumed this soul-nourishing medicine refined from a high-level evil creature, he would be unable to perfectly absorb its medicinal power. It would have little real effect—an utter squandering of heaven's gifts.
For another, Xia Dong's greatest purpose in coming to Southern Yue Province was to seek an opportunity to break through to the True Intent Realm in martial cultivation. The True Intent Realm stressed the perfect fusion and transformation of essence, qi, and spirit, and was closely tied to the cultivation of the soul. Keeping these three Supreme-Grade Yin Spirit Pills on hand was not only a trump card that could replenish a great deal of divine sense at any time; perhaps at a critical moment when he charged toward the True Intent Realm in the future, they might produce an unexpected miraculous effect.
After properly putting away the pills, Xia Dong's gaze fell upon the dusty Storage Bag beside him. A wicked expert like the old shaman, who had spent years murdering and plundering in the Ten Thousand Mountains, would surely have covered his Storage Bag in vicious restrictions. It might even retain hidden traces that could allow the Barbarian Witch Clan to track it.
An ordinary Rogue Cultivator would likely have to rack his brains