I Was Being a Whetstone!

Lin Caiyi and the other players gaped, never imagining that a single exotic plant could turn the reserved Grandmasters present into a wild frenzy.

"That Dragon Blood Bodhi has to be a treasure. Why else would the Grandmasters be so tempted?"

"Anything that can make Grandmasters this impatient must be a treasure among treasures!"

"Its details only say it increases cultivation. There's nothing more specific, not even its age!"

"This is a Dragon Blood Bodhi, a Martial Dao Holy Medicine. It offers an enormous boost to martial artists."

Yun Ruo's voice rang out:

"The Water Bodhi in the Water Qilin Cave was also a Martial Dao Holy Medicine. These two treasures are on the same level, but this Dragon Blood Bodhi is clearly of better quality!"

Martial Dao Holy Medicine?

The players present drew sharp breaths.

They stared at the Dragon Blood Bodhi with burning eyes, their hearts filled with envy.

But they also understood that a supreme treasure like this could never fall into their hands at their current stage.

"Director of the Iron Garment Division, we elders don't mind sharpening a junior's blade.

"But how exactly do we win this Dragon Blood Bodhi?

"There ought to be some rules, shouldn't there?"

Old Tu smiled.

The Grandmasters present immediately calmed down.

There was only one Dragon Blood Bodhi. The key to competing for it wasn't that boy named Yang.

It was the powerful peers around them, all eyeing it hungrily.

They had to stand out among these experts before they could claim the Dragon Blood Bodhi.

"It's simple. Each of you will have half a quarter-hour to fight this boy."

"Whoever can beat him into begging for mercy will get the Dragon Blood Bodhi."

The middle-aged layman smiled.

The Grandmasters exchanged looks, then turned in unison toward Yang Ling,