The Love-Burying Dragon King?
Yue Wen pondered this. He could investigate the Family Clan it had left behind and see whether it had any Dragonkin descendants.
Whoever the murderer who had obtained the Vajra Spike was, they had either acquired it from this Family Clan or excavated that legendary rocky tomb. Either way, they had to have some connection to this Earth Dragon Family Clan.
While he was thinking, Zhao Xing'er emerged cheerfully, a satisfied smile on her face.
Seeing her expression, Yue Wen smiled. "Looks like you picked a pretty good Magical Artifact."
"Of course," Xing'er said. "My combat strength is going to improve considerably."
"What reward did you take?" Yue Wen asked curiously.
With a mysterious air, Xing'er produced a little box no bigger than a matchbox. It had a dark metallic finish and a small hole at the front, making it look like a concealed weapon.
Since Yue Wen already carried enough concealed weapons, he had not gone over to that section and thus had not seen this Magical Artifact.
Xing'er explained enthusiastically, "This treasure is called the Spirit-Tempering Needle. It draws on the Yin Qi between heaven and earth to temper three precious needles. It can only fire one at a time, and whenever a slot is empty, it automatically tempers another to fill it. With this box strapped to my wrist, I can release a poisoned needle at any time during a fight. The Spirit-Tempering Needle dissolves on contact with blood. Once it enters the body, it vanishes without a trace and becomes completely impossible to expel. The yin poison only takes a dozen seconds or so to merge completely into the enemy's body. Then they'll be chilled to the bone all over, their blood will congeal, their Spiritual Qi will be blocked, and they'll