The Martial Practice Arena Reaches Level Three; A Thousand Years of Longing to Journey South (Please Vote)

Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain, second floor.

Inside the Martial Practice Arena, silence reigned.

The four walls were the dark color of Mystic Iron, and the bluestone floor was smooth as a mirror.

Ji Yuan appeared out of thin air, his black robe stirring without a breeze.

Standing at the center of the vast arena, he turned his right hand over, and a plain, old-fashioned Storage Bag appeared in his palm.

It was the one Ye Wuzhen had given him before he left.

He sent his Divine Sense into the bag and took stock of its contents, one item at a time.

Two stalks of Transformation Grass, each jade-green from end to end.

Mysterious patterns grew naturally across their leaves, which gave off an enticing herbal fragrance and a faint Dao resonance of Form Transformation. I wonder what would happen if I took one. What would a human transform into?

A human demon?

Or a demon human?

After some thought, Ji Yuan decided he didn't dare pursue that bold idea of his.

Two bottles of Spirit-Awakening Jade Liquid, held in transparent cold-jade vials. The liquid was milky white, and faint spiritual light seemed to flow through it as it stirred. The bottles were cold to the touch.

Two Bloodline Purification Pills, each the size of a longan fruit. The pills were crimson, with fine golden pill patterns on their surfaces.

These two kinds of items were for Long Fei's Form Transformation tribulation. If she needed only one set, the remaining set would go to Long Yun.

With two great Form Transformation demons at his side, he would have even fewer restraints on his actions.

As for the Thunder Roc, by order of arrival, it would have to wait its turn.

But what truly held Ji Yuan's gaze were two other items.

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