He sniffed lightly at the Sixth-Grade Spirit Pill brought by Zheng Jun.
The potent medicinal energy almost instantly stirred his Qi and Blood and meridians, radiating a deep-seated craving from the very marrow of his bones, urging him to swallow it whole.
'But this body of mine, this skeleton transitioning into True Flood Dragon Bone... How tyrannical!'
To this day, even this Great Demon Pill—from a fallen beast comparable to a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster, refined into a medicine by the hands of a Qi Dao Pill Master—had a negligible effect on Ji Xiu's current state.
He had already walked ninety-nine percent of the path of Bone Tempering. The final sliver... would depend on that Dragon Descendant Maiden!
'I'll save it. It'll be perfect for when I advance to Skin Refining and temper my Skin Membrane.'
Putting the box away, Ji Xiu made his usual trip to West Street to manage his Mountain Living businesses.
He was no longer the poor young Groom he once was, after all.
