Zhao Feng was in no hurry to cultivate the Tai Chi Golden Body Art or the Primordial Unity One-Qi Art. Instead, he took out the Mustard Seed Pouch he had obtained from Ma Yuan.
After Ma Yuan's death, the traces of divine sense he had left behind had become extremely weak.
Zhao Feng used his own divine sense to wear them down slowly. After a while, Ma Yuan's divine sense was completely erased. The Mustard Seed Pouch opened with a pop, and Zhao Feng tipped it over the table, spilling out a pile of items.
Aside from over a hundred thousand taels in banknotes, there were several bottles of pills. Zhao Feng recognized the Astral Qi Pills and Concentration Pills. There was even an Astral-Tempering Pill, which he remembered had fetched a hundred thousand taels of silver at auction. Several other bottles were plainly pills of the Demonic Sect. He dared not take them lightly and would have to ask Lin Ziwei. At the thought of her, his heart tightened.
Besides the pills, there was also a cultivation manual: the Blood-Transforming Divine Palm that Ma Yuan had used earlier. That palm technique had left quite an impression on him. It was a high-level cultivation method of the Astral Force realm, and when powered by Ma Yuan's blood-colored true essence, it had been tremendously lethal. Unfortunately for Ma Yuan, although Zhao Feng's primordial true essence was only at the early stage, it naturally countered the Blood Lotus Sect's true essence and had suppressed it.
"The Blood-Transforming Divine Palm can be powered by primordial true essence too."
He put the Blood-Transforming Divine Palm aside to practice another day.
Just then, Yue Lang's urgent voice came from outside the door.
"Lord Zhao, Little Tiger is back!"
"Send him in."
Little Tiger was the