"My blood is actually immortal blood?"
At the Warrior Administration headquarters, Fang Qianyuan could not help pausing in surprise after hearing the report Yan Wenshan had sent someone to deliver.
Even he had never considered this possibility.
But he soon understood what was going on.
Yan Wenshan must have become utterly obsessed with researching these things. Anything remotely related sends him wild with joy. Still, calling it immortal blood isn't entirely unreasonable.
My flesh and blood contain an immortal nature...
It must have come from the Heavenly Gang Golden Mystic Pill!
At this thought, Fang Qianyuan's expression tightened, gradually becoming solemn.
Like the public, Yan Wenshan suspected that Fang Qianyuan was the sacred descendant of some mighty being, or even a reincarnation. This was an obstinate superstition rooted in myths and legends, with little actual basis.
But Fang Qianyuan knew the truth behind it, so naturally he did not think that way.
He knew that its true source was the treasure pill he had once consumed.
He now knew that this treasure pill was the Heavenly Gang Golden Mystic Pill that Pan Qian, the Supreme Heaven Sect's revered leader and a great enemy of the Immortal Alliance in the Near-Ancient Era, had ordered refined.
It was a supreme treasure pill that manipulated creation itself in an attempt to unravel the secret of immortality. It could transform both the body and the divine soul, and could rightly be called a dao fruit of immortality and imperishability.
Yet as the times changed, its effects had weakened to the extreme. Rather than immediately carrying him beyond mortality into sainthood, ascending amid radiant clouds, its power had instead slowly diffused in the form of the Nine-Aperture Golden Pill.
This unusual state of his blood was something Fang Qianyuan himself had never revealed before. Silently,