The mountain wind carried a rank, gamey odor, whipping Qing Chen's robes into a snapping flutter.
He stood with his back to the ancient bronze hall, beside a massive pillar entwined with coiling dragons.
Now, a Flying Yaksha had appeared right before him. Its outspread wings spanned a full twenty feet, and knotted muscles bulged across its iron-blue face, striking fear into the heart.
Qing Chen's heart jolted. He had nearly forgotten something.
He hurriedly took a Command Token from inside his robes. Engraved upon it were the words "Twelve Holy Son Token."
He forced out a drop of blood, which transformed in midair into a blood-colored talisman and stamped squarely onto the token.
The drop of blood instantly fused with the token, and in a flash, the token blazed with light.
The Flying Yaksha shuddered all over, its bat wings rattling violently behind it as though it had sensed some tremendous pressure.
Qing Chen saw it clearly: after the Flying Yaksha saw him take out the Twelve Holy Son Token and link it to his qi and blood, every savage expression vanished from its face, leaving only one-reverence!
A bold thought could not help rising in Qing Chen's mind:
These refined corpses were all created through the Mysterious Yin Corpse-Refining Secret Technique. Although I'm only at the sixth heaven now, seeing how much it reveres me, could I try controlling it with a secret technique of the corpse puppet path?
At this thought, excitement surged through him. After all, this Flying Yaksha was a being comparable to a Golden Core Stage expert!
If he could take it for his own use, his strength would surely soar.
He acted on the thought at once. This was a Flying Yaksha comparable to a Golden Core!
He would be a blockhead not