He had planned to fire up the pot that morning, cook a meal, and feed Shi Hao to trigger Hundredfold Return.
That would have meant tens of millions in blood qi income.
And now look what had happened.
Not only were the ingredients gone, he had paid another twenty million out of his own pocket!
"Fuuuck-!"
Shi Hou let out a furious, anguished roar.
The sound reverberated through the cave. Loose stones rattled down from the ceiling, showering his face with dust.
That roar blasted Shi Hao straight out of meditation. His hands instinctively assumed the opening stance of the Suanni Precious Technique, golden arcs of lightning crackling at his fingertips.
"An attack? Where?!"
Furball sprang three feet into the air, fur bristling all over, all six arms spreading at once.
Kang rolled over, tiny bean-sized eyes darting around in terror.
"Attack, my ass!"
Shi Hou's face darkened to a furious red as he rushed over to the Black Pot and clamped both hands onto its rim.
To the naked eye, the pot was spotless. There was nothing inside.
Not even a drop of broth remained. Black Pig had licked it to a gleaming shine after the last meal.
But he could feel it.
The connection siphoning away his blood qi was still there.
It continued without pause, like an invisible straw sunk into his veins, leading straight into the deep, dark space at the bottom of the pot.
Something was in there.
Gritting his teeth, Shi Hou thrust his right hand into the pot.
His fingers passed through the invisible spatial membrane and entered the Black Pot's interior.
He felt it.
Something soft, furry, and warm.
It moved in his palm.
As if startled, or perhaps trying to act cute.
"Get... out here!"
Shi Hou grabbed hard, closing his