"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang! Are you okay?" Ye Wuming asked anxiously.
"I, I’m not going to make it," Zhang Xiaohao said.
After finishing his words, he staggered a few steps and sat down on the ground with a thud.
"Brother Zhang, don’t you scare me!" Ye Wuming cried urgently.
His eyes reddened, and tears started to form.
"Before I die, I want to tell you something," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"No! Brother Zhang, I won’t let you die! Yes, I must save you!" Ye Wuming shouted, losing his composure.
He reached into his chest and pulled out a dozen delicate little bottles.
"Brother Zhang, quickly open your mouth!" Ye Wuming urged.
"Mm," Zhang Xiaohao uttered a response.
Opening his mouth, Ye Wuming, in his agitation, poured all the elixirs from the dozen bottles into Zhang Xiaohao’s mouth.
"Brother Zhang, how do you feel now?" Ye Wuming asked again, full of concern.
"I feel a bit cold! It seems like a deathbed revival," Zhang Xiaohao blinked and said.
"Ah! Brother Zhang, don’t be afraid, I’ll warm you up now," Ye Wuming said urgently.
Without asking further, he held Zhang Xiaohao in his arms.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Wuming bit her silver teeth and made a bold decision.
"Ye Wuming, oh Ye Wuming! To save you, I’m not even afraid of death! It’s just acquiring some warmth in death, what’s there to be nervous about?"
With that thought, Ye Wuming held Zhang Xiaohao on her lap and hugged him tightly.
"Brother Zhang, why are you so foolish? Why did you save me?" Ye Wuming cried out, losing her voice.
"Because I like you!" Zhang Xiaohao blinked and said.
"Ah! You, how did you find out I am a woman?" Ye Wuming asked.
"Intuition!" Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Haha! Seduction still depends on strategy! A man who doesn’t know strategies is doomed to be single forever!" Zhang Xiaohao thought proudly to himself.
"Huh! Wasn’t he about to die? Where is he getting so much strength? Could it be that everyone experiencing a deathbed revival acts ?" Ye Wuming wondered to herself.
"Ah! Bastard! You’re tricking me!" Ye Wuming shouted, furious.
Like lightning, she lifted a sparkling, translucent foot and kicked Zhang Xiaohao in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"Hehe! Still too hasty, huh!" Zhang Xiaohao said, touching his nose with a bitter smile.
"You bastard! Are you not getting up, planning to keep up this act?" Ye Wuming demanded coldly.
"Thank you! Your elixirs really work. The poison in my body is all gone," Zhang Xiaohao said.
He got up from the ground and started putting on his clothes.
"Hmph!" Ye Wuming snorted coldly.
With a grab of her hand, she seized a fist-sized clot of blood in her palm.
"What powerful energy fluctuations! This must be the most precious heritage in this relic!" Ye Wuming exclaimed.
Zhang Xiaohao remained silent, his brow furrowed tightly.
"What’s wrong?" Ye Wuming asked.
"Nothing!" Zhang Xiaohao shook his head.
However, he was puzzled, since entering the relic up to now, he had not seen Guan Qingxue and the siblings.
Based on previous indications, Guan Feiyang, that Old Dog, had the relic map and the Array Plate Stone, and could even use a secret passage to enter this palace.
As direct descendants of the once-premier branch of the Guan Family, they should also possess similar items.
Could it be that this heritage hall was just one of many? Or perhaps this hall was intentionally set up by the ancestors of the Guan Family to mislead others?
To allow the true direct descendants of the Guan Family to obtain the most precious heritage within the relic?
Thinking about this, Zhang Xiaohao felt the possibility was significant.
Otherwise, with the skills of Guan Qingxue and her siblings, not to mention encountering people,
even encountering a demon beast could have devoured the three of them.
"What are you thinking about?" Ye Wuming asked again.
"I’m thinking about how we should divide this clot of blood between us." Zhang Xiaohao said.
"Hmph! That’s simple! I have a secret technique that can split it into two without destroying the heritage. With the strong energy contained in this clot of blood, it’s enough for both of us," Ye Wuming said.
"Mm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded.
Without wasting time, Ye Wuming used the secret technique, her hand turned into a shimmering black crystal and firmly grabbed the fist-sized blood clot.
She directly split the fist-sized blood clot in half.
"Here!" Ye Wuming said.
She threw half of the blood clot to Zhang Xiaohao.
Zhang Xiaohao did not hesitate, took the half clot, and swallowed it directly.
"Eh! What are you doing?" Ye Wuming asked, puzzled.
"You’re silly! If we don’t consume this quickly, the energy will dissipate over time," Zhang Xiaohao explained.
After saying that, he sat down cross-legged on the ground, began running the Shennong Battle Sky Technique, and frantically refined the half clot of blood within his body. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱
The half clot of blood suddenly shook violently, transforming into a torrent of ferocious power that rampaged through Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
Simultaneously, a complex and profound cultivation technique was transmitted into Zhang Xiaohao’s spiritual mind.
"Heavenly Cutting Sword Technique?"
Zhang Xiaohao didn’t dare delay, frantically refining the massive energy within him.
Gradually, a violent aura emitted from Zhang Xiaohao’s body.
A quarter of an hour later,
Zhang Xiaohao had completely refined the half clot of blood within his body and his cultivation had stably solidified at the peak of the Early Stage Control Realm.