Qian Fengshan slowly turned around and reached out to stroke the inky-blue smoke patterns on Mu Bai's demonic armor, a bright gleam flashing in his eyes.
"It truly is the Heavenly Demon Body... but it still isn't enough. How many Demon Cores do you have left?"
Mu Bai was greatly startled. How did Qian Fengshan know he had Demon Cores? Still, it made sense. Without Demon Cores, how could he cultivate and improve this Heavenly Demon Body?
"Reporting to the Sacred Lord, Jingnian still has nearly ten thousand Demon Cores!"
Mu Bai waved his hand, piling nearly ten thousand Demon Cores before Qian Fengshan. Qian Fengshan reached out and took one, examined it carefully, then squeezed hard. Blue Demon Core fluid spurted out, scorching a few wisps of white smoke from Qian Fengshan's palm.
"Extraordinary indeed. It can actually scorch my flesh. Truly a sacred treasure for Body Refining."
Qian Fengshan waved his hand, collecting the piled Demon Cores into a jade bottle, which he returned to Mu Bai.
"Jingnian, the Sacred Land took you in as its third son out of reverence and respect for the Heavenly Devil Race, to protect this precious legacy. You must cultivate diligently, day and night without cease. As for the Demon Cores you need, I will arrange them for you!"
"Thank you, Sacred Lord!"
"I summoned you this time to take you to the Sacred Spirit Dao Ground, to let you witness the splendor of the Venerable Domain."
No sooner had Qian Fengshan finished speaking than eight elders entered the Mountains and Rivers Hall, every one of them an immensely powerful expert around the middle stage of the Dao Ling Realm. A young man in a brown robe patterned with gold also strode inside, composed and unhurried, carrying an inborn air of authority.