"Seize the Golden Bone?"
Ye Qianfan's eyes lit up.
The tattered paper shell he was wearing was far too inconvenient. If he could get a new body, never mind whether he could become human again...
At least he would not be so fragile or have to tread so carefully!
"Enough. Forget it." Seeing that Ye Qianfan was actually interested, the Daoist hurriedly discouraged him. "Never mind the Empress Dowager herself—you probably couldn't even beat a servant! Besides, a creature like Ye Fu, who failed to ascend a tier but survived, is a supreme tonic to most evil things. If you don't want to become food, I suggest you run!"
Ye Qianfan's eyes rolled in thought, but he stayed put.
For one thing, Shen Lang had risked going down the well to find the Evil God's bones so that everyone could clear the challenge.
And now that Ye Qianfan knew there was a treasure here that could reconstruct his body, he certainly could not resign himself to simply turning around and going home.
In this eerie world, whether he pursued the path of immortals or the path of the uncanny, everything came down to taking a gamble.
If an opportunity was right before him and he did not even dare reach out to seize it, still shrinking back in fear...
Then what the hell was the point of cultivating immortality?
He might as well give up early and go home to farm.
With his soul in its current state, he needed neither food nor drink anyway. As long as he did not concern himself with marrying, having children, and continuing the family line, he could probably hole up somewhere for three to five hundred years, just like the old woman in this tomb.
"Right, let me ask you something."
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