Yue Ting drew back his right hand and suppressed the emotions in his heart.
"Brother Qing."
A hint of pleading entered his voice. "Might you allow me to examine this item closely?"
Only then did Qing Chen nod and casually toss the crystal vial over-if I, the Commander-in-Chief, don't give it to you, you cannot take it.
Yue Ting hurriedly caught it with both hands and held the crystal vial before his eyes, sending strands of divine sense into the restrictions around it.
The more he examined it, the harder it became to suppress the excitement in his eyes. The Nine Netherworlds death energy within the spirit marrow was utterly pure, exactly as described in the jade slip Spirit Venerable Qu Ba had left behind.
It was real! Not something similar, nor some sort of substitute.
"That old bastard, the Black Fox King, took it out of the Ancient Yin River long ago and kept it in his Storage Magic Treasure all along."
Qing Chen leaned back in his stone chair, his tone calm. "You endured humiliation and shouldered a heavy burden for me, infiltrating the Black Fox Royal Court, using a fifth-tier talisman, and sending back a great deal of intelligence during the battle at Fallen Star Plain. Your contributions were tremendous. This treasure is yours."
Yue Ting abruptly raised his head.
Qing Chen laughed heartily. "We've been friends for over three hundred years. How could I not keep you and Xie Yu in mind? With the Nine Netherworlds Soul-Returning Marrow, his chances will be much better."
Yue Ting nodded repeatedly.
"Brother Qing," he asked tentatively, "how much stronger has your divine soul become compared to thirty-odd years ago? Is that something you can share? If we reverse the Living Corpse Technique, the slightest error in divine soul power