In the courtyard of Cave Abode Number Ninety-Eight.
"Chirp-"
At its master's words, the Black-Armored Earth Turtle's eyes lit up, and it nodded repeatedly like a pestle pounding garlic.
It had been intensely curious about-and hungry for-the peculiarly fragrant pill the Deep Lake Spirit Clam ate after "donating blood." It had begged its master and Yan Mingyi for one many times, to no avail.
Now that its master had promised it could soon have one, its long-cherished wish was about to come true. Its turtle heart brimmed with comfort, and it could hardly wait to donate blood.
Patting the spirit turtle's enormous, raised head, Lin Changheng found it rather amusing.
Once the blood actually starts coming out, you'll settle down.
On second thought, perhaps not. This turtle's appetite might well overpower its discomfort.
Only after soothing Xiao Bai, who was weak from donating blood, did Lin Changheng enter the secluded chamber to cultivate.
He also put away the communication jade talisman True Disciple Bai had sent. Their meeting was scheduled for the third day.
Naturally, they would discuss the successful refinement of the Spirit-Communing Pill.
On the second day, however, a cultivator from the Purple Pole Sect's local courier station came to his door.
He delivered a letter sent from Purple Pole Mountain.
"A letter from Li'er?"
Lin Changheng took out the sect credential Mo Zhaoli had given him years ago. Only after verifying it did the courier hand over the letter.
This credential granted access to the Purple Pole Sect's exclusive channels for correspondence and deliveries, with one strict requirement: either the sender or the recipient had to be within the Purple Pole Mountain region.
Otherwise, nothing would be delivered.
This prevented cultivators from handing out credentials indiscriminately, allowing outsiders to use these internal channels among themselves and causing