Xue Fuyao looked at Wang Zheng's earnest expression. Only after a moment did she say, "I do have ten-thousand-year lingzhi grass, but are you sure you have the authority to give me what I want?"
Hearing this, Wang Zheng nodded firmly. "I do."
"Then I want a Spirit-Devouring Bee."
The moment Xue Fuyao spoke that name, Wang Zheng's expression changed.
There was no other reason: his father, the city lord of Delusion City, had been injured this time because he had encountered a Spirit-Devouring Bee, one of the Ancient Strange Insects, supposedly long extinct. It also ranked third on the Poisonous Creatures Ranking.
Adult Spirit-Devouring Bees could not only devour spiritual power, but just a tiny amount of the venom they produced could incapacitate a Golden Core Stage cultivator within a few breaths. It was only because the city lord of Delusion City had a high cultivation level and little venom in his body that he had survived this long. Otherwise, he would have already kicked the bucket.
Spirit-Devouring Bees could also break through restrictions. After all, they could devour spiritual energy, so a restriction was like a somewhat aged serving of food before them.
Quite a few people had learned through various channels that the city lord of Delusion City had been injured this time, but very few knew that what he had encountered was the legendary Spirit-Devouring Bee.
In fact, only the lord of Delusion City himself and his son, Wang Zheng, knew about the three Spirit-Devouring Bee Eggs he had brought back.
Now that Xue Fuyao had suddenly exposed this secret, Wang Zheng's gaze instantly grew wary.
Wang Zheng was certain he had never told anyone about this, and his father had been unconscious all this time. Even on the rare occasions when he woke, Wang Zheng