"Jin Zi'an, that bastard—he actually used fake medicine to swindle us!"
Yu Hailong flew into a rage.
Seeing Yu Hailong fuming and about to head for the Jin Family to settle the score, Chen Changming's spiritual power surged forth, taking the form of an illusory arm that grabbed him at once.
"Senior Brother Yu, don't be hasty. The medicine Jin Zi'an provided wasn't completely ineffective—my arm did grow back a tiny bit. So we can't exactly call this Rebirth Pill fake medicine."
Chen Changming explained.
Yu Hailong let out a long sigh. "Then we got the short end of the stick."
"Not really. They won't be able to cultivate the Sweet Dew Art to my level either."
Chen Changming smiled faintly.
This exchange of the Sweet Dew Art for the Rebirth Pill had basically left both sides even.
Neither side would be satisfied.
The effects of the Jin Family ancestor cultivating the Sweet Dew Art would be no different from Yu Hailong's.
When Chen Changming mentioned the Sweet Dew Art, Yu Hailong's interest rose as well.
"Junior Brother Chen, I'll go find someone to test it on first."
With that, he hurried away.
Watching Yu Hailong's retreating figure, Chen Changming merely smiled knowingly, then shut the door and continued recovering.
Deep within the wilderness.
Inside the Underground Palace.
Holy Mother Wusheng looked at the injured man in black below the dragon throne and muttered with a frown, "Strange. The Sweet Dew Art doesn't seem all that effective either."
The man in black was barely breathing as he said softly, "Holy Mother, there's no need to waste your effort. My injuries are too severe to heal."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Still unwilling to accept it, Holy Mother Wusheng cast the Sweet Dew Art three times in succession. Yet as the green light