Ninefold Mountain.
Before Tiger Leap Cliff.
The chief dragon head looked at Jiang Ning's calm expression and quietly drew a deep breath. A flicker of pain crossed his eyes, but he knew today's matter could not be settled so easily.
As for becoming Jiang Ning's enemy, that brief clash had completely extinguished the thought.
Now, he was utterly certain that ordinary curse-killing arts had no effect on Jiang Ning.
His powerful flesh brought with it powerful vitality, enough to resist the sinister erosion of curse-killing arts.
He reached into his robes and took out a jade vial. "This is three-thousand-year spiritual marrow, which I obtained in a grotto-heaven some years ago. Thanks to it, I was able to enter the first rank smoothly. Three drops remain. It can temper the sinews and bones, strengthen the physique, bolster blood and qi, nurture the dantian, nourish the soul, and increase divine strength."
"Today, I offer these three drops, along with the Mystic Heart Fruit from earlier, as an apology to you, Marquis. Would you be willing to accept them?"
Before Jiang Ning could agree, he tossed the jade vial through the air toward him.
Jiang Ning raised his hand to catch it, his gaze sharpening slightly.
"Increase divine strength?!!"
"Indeed!" The chief dragon head nodded in confirmation. "Although I have not been in the first rank for long, my foundations are deep, and this three-thousand-year spiritual marrow deserves much of the credit. I originally intended to save a few drops to nurture the dragon heads' descendants, but after offending you today, I can only offer them in apology."
Hearing this, Jiang Ning pulled out the stopper.
Gulp-
A surge of pure, dense spiritual energy washed over him, making his throat bob as an intense desire rose through his body and mind.
That