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[Expending 10,000 Creation Points, it can be upgraded to Golden Quality.]
"Eh? It’s another Spiritual Treasure."
Wen Zhixing held the gourd in his hand, feeling somewhat surprised.
It seems belongs to Mu Yunqing.
A bit disappointing, though; this gourd lacks any offensive capabilities.
Unless someone voluntarily enters it, or they are captured and thrown into it.
This greatly reduces the practicality of the Purple Gold Universe Gourd.
I’ll keep it for now.
After some thought, Wen Zhixing still decided to put away the Purple Gold Universe Gourd.
After all, it is a Spiritual Treasure.
For now, it’s worth collecting; it might come in handy later.
At the very least, I could upgrade it to see what Golden Quality is like.
Afterward, Wen Zhixing continued to sift through other items.
Just then, the prompt panel suddenly popped up.
[Your White Tiger Genius Spirit has been successfully integrated.]
[Your White Tiger Genius Spirit has become a primordial spirit.]
[Of this primordial spirit, you own half.]
Wen Zhixing stared at the panel prompts that had suddenly appeared, utterly bewildered.
The integration of the White Tiger Genius Spirit into a primordial spirit means Murong Fenghua has successfully made a breakthrough.
This isn’t beyond my expectations.
But for me to own half of this brand-new primordial spirit? This...
This won’t cause any trouble, right?
Wen Zhixing showed no signs of joy.
Missing one White Tiger Genius Spirit isn’t a big deal to me.
But if this leads to any kind of grudge with Murong Fenghua, that would be problematic.
No, I have to go out and see.
Wen Zhixing no longer cared about Zhang Tiancheng, who was still undergoing transformation.
After a moment’s thought, he simply left the remaining treasures behind.
"Zhang, I have something urgent to attend to, so I’m leaving first. Take your time, no rush," Wen Zhixing said quickly, then immediately opened the entrance and walked out.
Zhang Tiancheng seemed to want to respond, his lips moving. But Wen Zhixing left too quickly.
However, as soon as Wen Zhixing stepped out of the Small World, he heard a light, ethereal voice near his ear.
She found me so quickly.
Wen Zhixing’s heart jumped in surprise as he recognized the owner of the voice.
A figure then appeared in front of him.
Murong Fenghua, clad in a white dress, was slowly descending from mid-air. Her silver hair fluttered, glowing dazzlingly under the sunlight. Her entire figure seemed ethereal, like a banished immortal descended to the mortal realm.
Wen Zhixing was not too surprised that she knew his name and true appearance.
After all, we each own half of the primordial spirit; how could she not know my name and face?
Wen Zhixing coughed softly, still pondering how to explain.
The next instant, Murong Fenghua was already at his side. Her fair and delicate face kept getting closer until only a finger’s breadth separated them. Her silver hair danced, continually brushing against Wen Zhixing’s cheeks.
Wen Zhixing instinctively leaned his head back slightly. Their proximity was so close he could faintly smell a lotus-like fragrance.
"Let’s go. Come with me."
Before Wen Zhixing could speak, Murong Fenghua had already taken his hand.
With a grand wave of her hand, a light screen appeared before them. Ripples spread across this light screen, revealing a different scene within.