Devouring the Dragon to Empower Herself

Yun Qing'er looked down imperiously at everyone, her tone filled with indifference.

The next instant, the black vortex erupted with the sound of shattering bones. As the vortex slowly vanished, two lumps of mangled flesh emerged. The souls of the Undying Dragon and the Heavenly Fiend Tiger were drawn in by the evil sword and ultimately absorbed.

Meanwhile, the evil sword in Yun Qing'er's hand radiated an eerie light. A dragon bone, pure white as jade, condensed at its hilt, climbing upward like a vine and coiling around her arm.

In an instant, the earth began to tremble. An aura belonging solely to the Skeletal Dragon emerged from Yun Qing'er.

"Rumble!"

The phantom of the Skeletal Dragon, tens of thousands of zhang long, erupted forth once more, flashing with sword intent that filled the sky. The wickedness on Yun Qing'er's face grew ever more pronounced.

The only reason she had said so much to Bai Yu was because of their identities.

With Ning Zhirou around, entering the Esoteric Sect would go far more smoothly than if she went alone. At the very least, Ning Zhirou's status as a Dharma Protector would spare them much harassment.

As for Bai Yu's identity as an eighth-grade Great Apothecary, he was someone every cultivator would fight to claim. If one failed to learn the profession of a Great Apothecary during the early stages of cultivation, there would be little chance of ever refining great medicines afterward.

High-ranking Great Apothecaries were heaven's favored children. Obtaining one was equivalent to gaining an inexhaustible treasure trove, symbolizing power, status, and influence!

Cultivation could be raised, and talent could be improved through other means, but great medicines could only be refined by the rare Great Apothecaries—not to mention eighth-grade great medicines!

In her eyes, Bai Yu was simply