East Courtyard.
By the lake.
The sunlight overhead was obscured by clouds, while a faint breeze drifted across the lake's surface.
Jiang Ning raised a hand and summoned another drop of Hundred-Spirit Blood, swallowing it to refine it.
Only after refining two more drops of Hundred-Spirit Blood did he feel the depletion in his body being replenished.
Then his gaze fell upon the open jade box.
After he had swallowed and refined four drops of Hundred-Spirit Blood, six drops of blood remained in the box, thick and undispersing like liquid mercury.
Its sweetly fishy scent had lingered in the surroundings for a long time.
It drove the ornamental fish in the lake even more frenzied.
"Forget it, I won't save any!"
Looking at the remaining Hundred-Spirit Blood in the jade box, Jiang Ning immediately made his decision.
Then he took out his spirit weapon saber, feeding it blood to nurture its spirituality.
He also summoned the Dragon Carp and Old Softshell, feeding them both his blood.
"In ancient times, the Buddha cut off his flesh to feed an eagle. Today, I feed fish and a softshell turtle with my blood. There's something rather similar about it!"
Watching the Dragon Carp and Old Softshell devour and refine his blood before him,
Jiang Ning could not help but smile knowingly.
At that moment, he felt even more like a different version of Tang Sanzang.
Tang Sanzang's flesh could grant immortality to whoever ate it.
His flesh and blood, meanwhile, could greatly increase one's strength.
This bloodletting continued until he had refined all the remaining Hundred-Spirit Blood.
At this moment, astonishing auras were already emanating from Linglong and Old Softshell.
Auras that made all sounds in the surroundings fall silent.
Through his extraordinary eyes, Jiang Ning saw auras of different colors rising from