Ling Would Never Forget!

As the Sacred Qilin Martial Dao Tinder grew by a full circle, the power of Flesh Derivation within Yang Ling surged once more.

That immense power roared through his body like a tidal wave.

"Compared to when I first reached the Upper Fifth Grade, my power of Flesh Derivation has multiplied many times over."

Yang Ling could not help feeling a little awed.

Even without the Martial Dao Furnace, he could now stand still and let a Lower Fourth-Grade Grandmaster strike him.

He could easily withstand hundreds of blows without a problem.

He even suspected that his power of Flesh Derivation had surpassed that of an ordinary Lower Fourth-Grade Grandmaster.

"But judging by their ability to survive decapitation, the Great Genetic Mutation that takes someone from the Upper Fifth Grade to the Lower Fourth Grade must bring an enormous increase in vitality. It's probably a qualitative change."

"With the foundation I have now, what will happen when I reach the Lower Fourth Grade?"

"If my power of Flesh Derivation grows tenfold, I'll be more than satisfied."

All this time, Zhu Qing and Zhu Xiu had been studying Yang Ling.

The brocade-clad young man and Eunuch Chen also wore strange expressions.

A flicker of something unusual passed through Zhu Xiu's eyes.

"Steward Yang, do you feel... as though your whole body is burning?"

Yang Ling said, "No."

Zhu Xiu turned a grim face toward Zhu Qing.

"Cousin, that Three-Thousand-Year Ebony Snake-Gall Fruit of yours..."

Zhu Qing hurriedly swore to the heavens.

"Cousin, I, Zhu Qing, have always put honesty first in business! Besides, I never intended to profit from this deal. I would never give him some worthless rubbish!

"I've kept that Three-Thousand-Year Ebony Snake-Gall Fruit for years. I was saving it for your nephew!"

The brocade-clad young man quickly said,