Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1232 – Taking Inspiration From Disasters

“Using this would only expend their stamina and not their lifeforce. Even though its power would be a little inferior to Demon Arms, but over time, the gap would be bridged. After all, this would be something that could be inherited through bloodline in the future,” Krune said, gazing at Wang Hao and Chen Xue. 

“Since the Imperial Warlocks has this trait already, it’s easy to install it in this new weapon.”

“So, what part of my body are you planning to use? You should remember that I cannot regenerate nonstop. The energy in my core is expended accordingly each time based on the extent of regeneration,” the Yin Dragon could not help but ask. 

Krune pointed at the two horns growing on its head, replying, “We’ll only be using the horn. Not only are they ridiculously tough, but based on what I sensed, other than your heart where your core resides, this has the highest concentration of your energy.”

“Well, let’s try it first and see if it works,” the Yin Dragon said.

“No.” Krune shook his head, telling it, “First, we need to make some preparations. We’ll have to plant some herbs that would work best in replenishing your energy. Since this is a long-term process, we have to make things efficient.”

“Hahaha!” The Yin Dragon began to laugh after that. “Liu Heng, you’re one interesting fellow. Alright, let’s do it this way.”

Its eyes suddenly began to bleed blood that hovered in the air, condensing into a pellet that landed on Krune’s forehead. “This is my blood essence. I have now formed a pact with you. In the future, even after your death, your children and grandchildren would inherit this pact.”

“Thank you.” Krune nodded, now relaxing. This was what he had been hoping for all along, the reason he had taken the risk in removing the seals. 

For the Yin Dragon that had been alive for more than two centuries, it surely would have accumulated some mysterious techniques. So, he was hoping for it to reveal them naturally. 

This way, his advantage while facing the Demon would be higher. Thankfully, it paid off. 

“Let’s rest for now. We’ll talk about everything else in the morning,” Krune said. They were exhausted from their first battle and hadn’t gotten accustomed to things yet. 

Moreover, this plan was pretty complicated and couldn’t be rushed. So, Krune put it off for the next day. 

“Alright.” Daxia Ting nodded before looking at her husband, “Dear, interrogate all information from those two captives.”

“Leave it to me.” Her husband smiled before walking away, his steps jovial. Of course, he was happy at Liu Heng’s success. 

Thanks to the pact, none were worried that the Yin Dragon would try anything. It also seemed intent to rest, having expended some energy at the fight before. 

Closing its eyes, it slept, having made the training grounds its base. 

Krune returned to his room, falling asleep the moment he slumped onto his bed. He then thought of the time Little Cally appeared recently and had made him part of an altar where an indigenous tribe, the Galki, prayed towards him and inherited part of his powers. 

After that, he stored them in his subspace, intending to research them later. Then again, whether it was that or the shadowy creatures living in the borders between the continents that caused their prayers to latch onto the subject of their prayer, morphing them into a wish-granting entity, both were fearsome. 

The former siphoned power from the one they prayed towards, while the latter turned the entity of their prayers into something that would live solely to fulfill their wishes. 

And now, Krune drew inspiration from them, applying based on his accumulations. On top of that, he already researched the topic as Wang Hu. And now, as Liu Heng, he had been going through all his memories, obtaining new results after integrating them all into him. 

The morning of the next day, Krune had his breakfast and summoned his Soul Needle, thinking, ‘A plant that can replenish the Yin Dragon’s energy.’

The Soul Needle constantly whirred in place before pointing in a certain direction. Krune walked for some distance, smiling in surprise when he saw it pointed towards the market in their town. 

Disguising himself, he informed his parents before setting out, arriving at the market as the Soul Needle stopped spinning, pointing at a certain herb shop. 

Krune noticed that it was a rather small shop, dilapidated even as it was located in an alley. Due to its poor location, not many customers frequented there. 

Arriving before it, Krune noticed a six-year-old boy seated within the shop, sporting a bored look. Through his Sonic Radar, Krune noticed a middle-aged man sleeping in the room beside it. Situated behind the shop was their house, so he was sleeping there. 

Having understood that they won’t have many customers anyway, the middle-aged man was lazing around. Strewn on the floor beside him was an empty bottle of alcohol. Judging by his unkempt appearance, he was an alcoholic. 

Evident by the finger marks on his son’s face, he was pretty much trash, a waste of breathing space. 

The Soul Needle pointed at an almost withered plant that was within the shop. After checking to ensure the Soul Needle was pointing at it, Krune knocked on the door, asking the boy, “Kid, how much for this plant?”

“3 Copper Xian,” the boy replied. Xian was the currency used, divided between Copper, Silver, and Gold. A Gold Xian was equivalent to 100 Silver Xian and 10,000 Copper Xian. 3 Copper Xian was practically nothing to him as Krune handed him 5 Copper Xian instead. 

As the child looked at him curiously, Krune asked, “Can you tell me where you procured this plant?”

He had to ask this because, in their town, there was only this one withered plant. That’s all the Soul Needle showed.

“Sir, we can’t tell our family secrets just like that.” Suddenly, the boy’s father arrived, interrupted by the sounds of the conversation. 

“Name your price,” Krune stated coldly, glaring at the man while letting out a tinge of his killing intent.

The man sobered immediately, shuddering as he gazed at Krune’s eyes for a moment before kneeling on the ground. “It would be this servant’s pleasure to tell the lord.”

“Cut the crap and just say it!” Krune retorted soon after.