Barbarian God Continent.
Ghost Soul City.
Ji Yuan sat in a stone chair in the great hall.
He held the Demon Blood Crystal between his fingers, examining it for some time beneath the ghostly green flame pearls set into the vaulted ceiling.
The Demon Blood Crystal was about the size of a pigeon egg, dark red throughout.
He tilted it slightly. The pearls' eerie light penetrated its surface, and a rippling blood-red glow spread through the crystal.
Not bad quality.
Compared with the standard Demon Blood Crystal the Ghost Envoy had described in his Sea of Consciousness, this one was at least twenty percent purer.
Ji Yuan put the crystal into his Storage Bag, then raised his head and looked at You Wanjun seated opposite him.
"How much did this Demon Blood Crystal cost you?" he asked. "I'll compensate you."
You Wanjun's thin, aged face filled with an uneasy smile.
"No, no! Fellow Daoist Qiu, what are you saying? It's only a Demon Blood Crystal. How could we ask you to compensate us?"
What a joke.
How many lives would You Wanjun need before he dared demand compensation from a ruthless man who had wiped out the Mysterious Water Tribe single-handedly?
Besides, back at the Specter Tribe, Qiu Qianhai had already cleared the Wraith Tribe's greatest obstacle for them—
In fact, a suspicion that made You Wanjun's heart pound had been circling in his mind ever since.
A Spirit Transformation Cultivator.
This Qiu Qianhai was almost certainly a Spirit Transformation Cultivator disguised as someone in the Nascent Soul Early Stage.
Nascent Soul Early Stage?
He could tell that to the ghosts.
Could anyone in the Nascent Soul Early Stage slaughter the Mysterious Water Tribe, with its five Nascent Soul Cultivators, in less than half a day?
The tribe's chief, Shui