That lightly spoken sentence was the Third Prince's death sentence.
A murderous glint flashed through Wang Jin's eyes. Pitch-black spiritual power surged from his palm like flowing water, swarming over the Third Prince's entire body in an instant like a colony of ants.
He did not even have the chance to scream. The black spiritual power poured into the Third Prince's mouth, eyes, nostrils, ears, and every pore of his skin, eroding his flesh and meridians.
Wrapped in the black spiritual power, the Third Prince was like a clump of silt melting into the sea. After a few breaths, he vanished completely.
At the sight, Xiao Minghuang's irritation eased somewhat, though she was still displeased. Only after turning to look at Lin Wanqiu's delicate and lovely face did her mood improve slightly.
Wang Jin held up the storage pouch with both hands and said respectfully:
"Your Highness, this is the Third Prince's storage pouch. Please inspect it."
Xiao Minghuang accepted the storage pouch and swept it with her senses. There were indeed one hundred thousand Spirit Stones inside, a thousand medicinal pills, and, most importantly, ten Spirit Condensation Pills.
However, the thousand pills were only around sixty percent purity, and their medicinal effects were poor.
The Spirit Condensation Pills were even worse, barely above fifty percent purity.
Xiao Minghuang was disappointed. Spirit Condensation Pills of such poor purity were likely only a little better than Spirit Infusion Pills with ninety percent purity.
Still, no matter how poor they were, Spirit Condensation Pills were Mystic-tier pills. Compared to top-grade Yellow-tier Spirit Infusion Pills, they were ultimately far superior.
Moreover, Xiao Minghuang had heard that after pills were refined, if their poor purity resulted from the alchemist's insufficient skill, their purity could be improved through a second smelting.
Thinking of this, Xiao