"Tell me about yourself, and about the Sacred Blood Pool," Ye Jingcheng asked.
Ye Jingcheng still intended to cultivate Quan Cha properly.
"We of the Yaksha Race are born live as well, but we have no mortals. Even the weakest of us have two wings, with cultivation equivalent to the Foundation Establishment realm of your human race. Higher-ranking yakshas have always treated lower-ranking ones like slaves. My mother died at the hands of a seventh-stage Eight-Wing Yaksha..." This time, Quan Cha held nothing back.
He had accepted his fate by now. Since he could not possibly return alive anyway, there was no harm in siding with the human race.
What he feared most was being used to test pills, dying for nothing without even getting his revenge.
"The reason I still clung to that sliver of hope was that I wanted revenge..." Quan Cha became especially vicious as he spoke.
No wonder he had been so ferocious that day despite his low cultivation, charging at the very front. He had wanted to earn merit and make a name for himself so he could enter the Sacred Blood Pool.
As far as he knew, the Yaksha Race's Sacred Blood Pools were not open to just any yaksha.
"The Sacred Blood Pools are our Yaksha Race's sacred pools. They are divided into ordinary Sacred Blood Pools and the Eternal Night Sacred Blood Pool. The former can improve the bloodline of our Yaksha Clan, usually adding two to four wings, while the latter can break the ten-wing limit. They say it can turn us into twelve-winged true spirits. Our Lord Green Fork Earth Immortal has twelve wings and is a true spirit!"
"The Yaksha Race has ten ordinary Sacred Blood Pools, but each pool only has ten slots every hundred years. There is