Outside the illusion, Ning Bei nodded in satisfaction. The complete Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record had already been committed to memory.
He did not care much about the crafting methods and techniques for Hidden Weapons, but Purple Demon Eyes and Mysterious Heaven Skill were worth studying.
"Next, it's time to give you a little gift from nature, Brother Tang."
Ning Bei flipped his right hand, and the Pill Pagoda appeared in his palm. A small wild turtle appeared before him.
This was a Soul Beast called a Grass Turtle. Its bloodline was limited, and after spending several years on the first floor of the Pill Pagoda, it had only barely broken through to two hundred years of cultivation. Moreover, it had already reached its twilight years.
"Brother Turtle, this brother here needs a Soul Ring, so I'll have to rely on you. I'll help take care of your children."
Hearing this, a trace of gratitude appeared in the Grass Turtle's eyes, which were filled with the air of old age. If not for Ning Bei's help, it might have died of old age several years ago. Now, not only had it lived a few more years, its cultivation had also reached the peak of the Grass Turtle clan. In the future, its children would no longer have to worry about becoming food for other Soul Beasts. What else could it be dissatisfied with?
The Grass Turtle nodded. Without the slightest hesitation, it slowly crawled over to Tang San's side, a trace of resolve in its eyes.
A streak of red light flashed before everyone from Shrek. The sacrifice had begun.
Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged, gradually regained color in his pale face. It seemed the energy from the Grass Turtle's sacrifice had replenished the consumption from his previous Soul Battle,