"Hmph, using so many heavenly treasures all at once, aren't you afraid of bursting from the sheer energy!"
Shen Suning felt a pang of intense sourness in her heart. Primordial Purple Mansion Liquid and Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment—even a single drop of either was of inestimable value. Yet this guy was actually drinking the Primordial Purple Mansion Liquid like tea and smearing the Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment all over his body like skincare lotion.
What a reckless waste of natural treasures! Could he even absorb such precious items? Giving them to him was a complete waste.
Qin Hao let out a scoff. "Do you even understand the true value of top-tier cultivation resources? This is exactly how they are meant to be used. Only inferior cultivation resources cause cultivators to explode because the energy is too violent to withstand."
"The medicinal efficacy of such top-tier resources will simply settle within the cultivator's body. As time passes, it will slowly transform into nourishment for the cultivator."
Shen Suning simply turned her head away, deciding that what the eye doesn't see, the heart won't grieve over. "Wasteful! A reckless waste of heavenly treasures!"
Qin Hao glanced at Shen Suning, whose face was practically contorted with jealousy, then picked up a bottle of Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment and waved it in front of her.
"Do you want it?"
Hearing this, Shen Suning's pupils shrank, and her gaze uncontrollably glued itself to the bottle of Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment.
The bottle was crystal clear, faintly revealing the flowing golden-red ointment inside, as if it possessed a life of its own.
Shen Suning swallowed hard. Thinking that Qin Hao couldn't possibly be this kind-hearted, she forcefully turned her head away, leaving Qin Hao with the back of her haughty head.
"Hmph, who cares for it!"
"Pop—" Qin Hao pulled out the stopper. In the next second, a domineering surge of vital blood energy, so rich it was almost tangible, rushed into Shen Suning's nose.
"Do you really not want it?" Qin Hao's voice carried a hint of amusement. "Sigh, I have more of this stuff than I can ever use anyway. I was just thinking that if your attitude was a bit better, giving you a bottle wouldn't be out of the question."
Shen Suning's reason told her that this man was absolutely teasing her, but her body's desires overpowered her rationality.
The moment the fragrance of the dragon blood entered her nose, all the pores on her body opened up in comfort. If she could actually get her hands on a bottle, her physical strength would increase by a full ten percent!
Shen Suning fiercely pinched her own thigh.
No! She was an almighty Immortal King! At the very least, she was a renowned grand cultivator across the Three Realms and Nine Heavens. How could she stoop so low just for cultivation resources?
Seeing Shen Suning remain silent, Qin Hao shoved the jade bottle back into his robes.
"You don't want it? Fine then. I recently adopted a local mutt without any spirit root. I wonder if this bottle of Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment can help him step onto the path of cultivation."
Using a bottle of Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment on a mutt?
Shen Suning felt her very Immortal Persona trembling. Giving such resources to a dog—could a dog even comprehend how to use it?
"Wait!"
The corners of Qin Hao's mouth curled up into a playful smile. Pretending not to have heard her, he stood up. "Sigh, it seems someone doesn't have the fortune to enjoy this. My Wangcai is much luckier."
Hearing these words, Shen Suning grew anxious and hurriedly stepped forward to grab Qin Hao's sleeve.
Qin Hao looked down at the hand gripping his sleeve, then looked back up at Shen Suning, raising an eyebrow.
"Abbess, what are you doing? It is improper for men and women to touch. For a monastic like you to grab me like this, it isn't very appropriate, is it?"
Shen Suning's small face flushed red, but she didn't let go.
She took a deep breath, trying hard to make her expression look less embarrassed. However, her slightly trembling eyelashes and pink-tinted earlobes completely betrayed her.
"Um..." Shen Suning's voice was as quiet as a mosquito's. "What you just said... does it still count?"
"Ah? What did I just say?" Qin Hao feigned ignorance.
Shen Suning gritted her teeth and glared at Qin Hao with a resentful expression, speaking faintly, "It's... if my attitude is a bit better... you would give me..."
"Oh—" Qin Hao dragged out his words, looking as if he had suddenly realized. "You mean that."
Qin Hao pursed his lips and shook his head with a look of regret. "I've changed my mind now."
Shen Suning's heart sank abruptly, and she hurriedly asked, "Why?"
Qin Hao threw his hands up. "I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. Now my Wangcai is ahead of you in line. I have to see if he needs it first."
Shen Suning: "......"
She felt like she was about to ascend to the heavens on the spot—not through cultivation, but out of sheer anger.
She was a majestic Immortal King! To think that one day she would be ranked behind a dog!
"Qin Hao!!!" Shen Suning couldn't help but raise her voice. "You're playing me!"
Qin Hao blinked, his expression incredibly innocent. "Abbess, where does this accusation come from? How am I playing you? I really did adopt a dog. You don't know, but that little mutt is very obedient."
"Even though I only feed him leftovers every day, he is incredibly affectionate with me. He wags his tail when he sees me, barks when I tell him to bark, and sits when I tell him to sit."
"Unlike certain people who want to get top-tier cultivation resources like the Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment from me, yet act all fierce and malicious towards me, looking as if I owe them something."
Shen Suning's temples throbbed violently. What did this damn, despicable man mean? Did he want her to act like the mutt he raised, completely obedient and wagging her tail begging for pity?
Shen Suning took a deep breath, secretly hating the fact that she had lost her cultivation. Otherwise, she would definitely tie up this damn, despicable man and teach him a harsh lesson.
She let go of Qin Hao's sleeve and took a step back. It was just a bottle of Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment; what was the big deal? She was an Immortal King cultivator after all; what storms had she not weathered?
He would rather give it to a dog than to her? And he wanted her to wag her tail and beg for pity like a dog? Hmph, wishful thinking! If she couldn't have it, then fine!
Shen Suning's reaction was completely within Qin Hao's expectations. She was an almighty Immortal King after all; how could she bow down for a mere five pecks of rice?
But then again, what were the Primordial Purple Mansion Liquid and Immemorial Dragon Blood Ointment? The sugar-coated bullets of the Qin Family's Imperial Son were just beginning.
Shen Suning turned her back, constantly telling herself to ignore Qin Hao. This despicable man harbored no good intentions. From behind her came rustling sounds, as if he was rummaging for something.
Shen Suning sneered in her heart. "Hmph, damn despicable man, trying to pull out other treasures to tempt me? It is impossible for me to waver! I won't even turn my head to take a single look!"
In the very next second after Shen Suning made her silent resolution, a boundlessly vast pressure explosively erupted behind her.
Shen Suning only felt as if a peerless ferocious beast that had slumbered for eons had awakened right behind her.
Shen Suning trembled all over, shocked to the core. This despicable man, what on earth had he pulled out now?
"I can't be wrong! This pressure! It's Emperor's Might! Heavens, what exactly is he messing around with?"
Soon, curiosity claimed the high ground. Shen Suning turned her head somewhat stiffly, only to see that a staff had appeared in Qin Hao's hand.
The staff was pitch-black throughout, with dark golden patterns faintly visible on its surface. With every flicker, it was as if an Immortal Emperor was whispering in the void.
Shen Suning's breathing stagnated. An Imperial Weapon! This was an Imperial Weapon!!!
Seeing Shen Suning's shocked expression, Qin Hao chuckled and asked, "Abbess, do you want this big black rod of mine?"
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