The commotion on Song Wen's side naturally drew the attention of the two major factions, and all eyes turned toward him.
When they saw that a Gu insect was about to advance to the fourth rank, the low-level cultivators wore envious expressions, while Nascent Soul Cultivators such as Xuanchengzi paid it little mind. In their view, even if the Gu insect succeeded in advancing, the increase in strength it could bring to a top-tier cultivator like Song Wen would be quite limited.
But when Song Wen took out the Black Flood Dragon's corpse and fed it to the Gu insect, everyone, including Xuanchengzi, revealed looks of astonishment.
The Black Flood Dragon's body contained an immense amount of vital energy and blood. It was an invaluable treasure for body cultivators, yet he was using it to feed a Gu insect. That was rather like throwing pearls before swine.
"Devil Master Extreme Yin, this is truly a grand gesture," Xuanchengzi said.
Song Wen replied, "This Gu insect has followed me for many years and has helped me escape danger time and again. It is only the corpse of a fourth-rank demon beast. What is there to speak of?"
"Oh?" A flicker of curiosity appeared on Xuanchengzi's face. "Could it be that this Gu insect of yours has some unusual quality, Devil Master?"
How could Song Wen possibly tell him the truth? He shook his head and answered.
"Other than a bit of brute strength and a hard shell, it has nothing special about it."
Xuanchengzi did not recognize the Gu insect, but someone did.
Cui Qiao!
She had seen the Shadow Gu more than once.
And every time, it had left behind an indelible mark—a nightmare she could not cast away even when she woke at midnight from dreams.
At that moment,