The liquid in the metal cup really did not look like anything good.
It was an extremely deep purple.
Thick and murky, it kept releasing tiny bubbles. At first glance, it even resembled muddy water welling up from the depths of a swamp.
Tang Wulin stared at it for a moment.
Then he closed his eyes.
There was no turning back now.
His parents were far away, Class One was bearing down on him, and there were the Golden Dragon King's seals and the death line looming before his tenth birthday.
He gripped the metal cup, tilted his head back, and drained its contents in one gulp.
Unexpectedly, the liquid was not nearly as hard to swallow as its appearance and smell suggested.
Once it entered his mouth, it had a strange warmth, with a slightly sweet, bloody tang and a faint fragrance. The slick liquid slid down his throat into his belly, like a warm mass sinking swiftly into the depths of his body.
The next instant, that warmth spread.
His limbs, chest, abdomen, back, and even his fingertips seemed gently enveloped in warmth.
Tang Wulin could not help letting out a long breath.
It was actually... pretty comfortable.
Yet that single gulp had probably cost more than One Million Federation Credits.
The Ice Crystal Fruit and Scarlet Flame Fruit were one thing. The hardest item to obtain was that bottle of blood from a hundred-year soul beast with a Dragon Bloodline. Money alone could not guarantee that one could buy something like that.
He froze for a moment, then immediately gathered his thoughts.
Now wasn't the time to think about that.
He stepped back twice. Instead of returning to the chair, he sat cross-legged directly on the floor.
If his body had some violent reaction, at least he