Ning Fengzhi stared gloomily at the gray-black, withered Glazed Flower, his heart twitching violently. Could he even refuse?
"How presumptuous, Ning! Faced with His Holiness the Pope's gift, you should accept it with gratitude. Why haven't you thanked him yet?" Gui Mei lashed out in a shrill voice.
Left with no choice, Ning Fengzhi lowered his head and said, "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope, for this gift."
An attendant stepped forward and handed the box to Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi accepted the box and was about to put it away in his Soul Tool when—
"Ning, His Holiness gave it to you to consume. What, were you planning to take it home and treasure it as a collectible?" Red Star said, glaring furiously.
When one's lord was humiliated, his retainers would die for him. Seeing his sect master being humiliated like this, Gu Rong nearly flew into a rage, but Chen Xin grabbed and held him down. He shook his head lightly. Their lips moved as they exchanged many words, and Gu Rong finally calmed down.
Ning Fengzhi trembled as he opened the box and took out the withered Glazed Flower that radiated an ominous aura. Closing his eyes with a resolute expression, he swallowed it.
The Glazed Flower turned into energy and surged into every limb and bone of his body.
Ning Fengzhi's unease became reality. This thing was no Immortal Herb at all—it was poisonous grass.
His level began falling visibly.
79, 78...
It continued dropping until it reached level 59.
Ning Fengzhi was now a level 59 Soul King.
Once Ning Fengzhi opened his eyes and saw that his Soul Power was no longer declining, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
He could still accept this punishment. Level 59 was manageable. He was still young