At a time like this, the benefits of thorough preparation became clear.
The intelligence Fang Qianyuan had received from his master had very likely been gathered and refined only after some Spirit Tamers paid a terrible price. Without it, anyone rash enough to collect a Spirit Creature would not even know what killed them.
Fang Qianyuan took a yellowed paper talisman from his Myriad Treasures Pouch, condensed his spirit essence into a Gang Edge, cut his fingertip, and dripped a drop of blood onto it.
Then he took another item from the pouch: a block of wood about an inch across, cut into a neat square.
This was no ordinary wood, but yin pagoda wood of the utmost purity and yin nature, grown in a particular environment and collected by people who made special trips for it.
Pagoda wood was inherently yin in nature. This specimen, grown in a particular environment and gathered after many years of growth, was a naturally formed treasured material.
It had little use elsewhere, but its yin baleful energy could draw lightning, making it a highly effective means of diverting a thunderbolt.
Fang Qianyuan would need this treasured material when he attempted to subdue the Thunder Civet.
Fang Qianyuan sat cross-legged on the ground, holding the talisman in one hand and the wood in the other. He slowly brought his palms together, pressing them tightly against each other, then kept his hands closed and shut his eyes.
He began trying to enter a meditative state, reflecting in his mind the scene he sensed within the Spirit Creature.
A murky gray space seemed to appear before his eyes.
This was the world inside the Treasure Crystal.
From here, he could seemingly see a faint ball of light wandering within.
Suddenly, a brilliant light flooded Fang Qianyuan's