Whoosh!
High up, Shen Can raised his hand, and a blood light fell into his palm.
It was a tiny blood pill, the size of a grain of rice, exuding a foul aura.
"Ayu."
Ayu, who was nearby, swiftly pulled out a young badger from a bamboo basket.
With a flick of Shen Can's fingers, the blood pill dropped into the young badger's mouth.
"Roar!"
Once the blood pill was digested, a bloodthirsty look emerged in the already wild eyes of the young badger.
Thrown by Ayu into the valley, it rushed forward wanting to bite Ayu, unable to climb the stone wall, it directly crashed against it.
After a few hits, it slammed into the rock wall and died.
"Bloodthirsty, affecting intelligence."
This outcome was expected by Shen Can.
But this wasn't a big issue; Martial Artists begin their cultivation by soaking in beast blood, and the tribe has long accumulated experience in neutralizing beast blood.
