Spirit stones on the left, a True Treasure on the right.
Was there even a need to choose?
Ji Yuan felt that if he hesitated even a little, it would be disrespectful to Qingchengzi's protection.
"Good, good, good."
The thin Qingchengzi stroked his beard and laughed, lightly waving his right hand. "Take it, take it."
As he spoke, the True Treasure landed in Ji Yuan's hands.
Ji Yuan received it with both hands and infused a thread of spiritual power into it.
The True Treasure's information flowed into his mind. It was a flying sword—indeed, a willow-leaf-shaped flying sword named Drooping Silk.
Even the willow tree Qingchengzi had manifested at the end had actually echoed this flying sword, which was why Ying Changkong had been unable to withstand it.
While Ji Yuan examined the True Treasure's information, Qingchengzi took the porcelain bottle containing the cultivation pills.
There were twelve Improved Qi-Blood Pills inside. He took out three at once, inspected them, and swallowed them in one gulp.
Immediately, rich blood qi spread from his body. Many old hidden injuries left behind from years past, as well as traces of mixed and impure spiritual qi lingering in his internal organs, collapsed beneath that pure blood qi and were eventually forced out of his body.
It was like sweet rain after a long drought for his body.
So much so that Qingchengzi let out a faint, comfortable sigh.
After taking those three Qi-Blood Pills, the white hair at his temples visibly darkened to a grayish black.
Qingchengzi was refining the pills, and Ji Yuan naturally would not let such a fine opportunity slip by.
Transforming into a streak of light, he hurried to where Ying Changkong had fallen earlier.
Without hesitation, he pulled out the Thousand-Soul Banner with a backhand motion.
His