He always felt that the Cyan Dragon Essence Blood had so far only caused his Wood God Skill to mutate and raised the upper limit of his Fire Element Spiritual Root. Its true potential had yet to be unleashed.
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"Grandpa, why did we have to bow our heads to that human? The Demon Saint Pearl has always been our race's Treasure. A despicable member of the Human Race stole it. We were just taking back what rightfully belongs to us!"
Hu Jiu'er pouted, her cheeks puffed up in a fit of pique.
"You couldn't act, Grandpa, but I could have! That Cultivator is at the same Cultivation level as me. I could have taken him down with ease!"
"It was just a Nascent Soul Fruit. A new one grows in the Medicine Garden Secret Realm every three hundred years. Our race's breakthrough to Tier Four is different from that of Human Race Cultivators; we have no use for Nascent Soul Pills at all. The only value of that Spirit Fruit is for trading resources with humans."
