Primordial Cultivator

"H-How do I assimilate with the Saint Blood?" Yang Wei asked.

Zhu Wenqian showed a wicked grin as she placed her finger around his back.

She then proceeds to draw some squiggly lines with her finger.

"We're going to have to cut this area open and force the Saint Blood to fuse with your current blood." Zhu Wenqian said.

Yang Wei twitched his mouth.

'Is this some kind of medical surgery?' He thought.

Tilting his head slightly, Yang Wei glanced at Zhu Wenqian with a somewhat nervous expression.

"Are you sure that I have to cut my back open?" Yang Wei asked.

For some reason, he felt like Zhu Wenqian was merely teasing him.

After all, when he carried her once during the time she fainted, he didn't feel any scratches or wound marks on her back.

The atmosphere was silent for a few more seconds until Zhu Wenqian finally shook her head in a bit of disappointment.

"Sigh, how come you didn't fall for the trick like I had expected?" She said softly.

Yang Wei twitched his mouth.

'Am I supposed to act like an idiot for you?' He wondered silently.

Sometime later, Zhu Wenqian told Yang Wei to face her directly.

"Remember, you're not allowed to lust after this great beauty while I'm helping you." Zhu Wenqian warned.

As Yang Wei tried to open his mouth to explain that he had no nefarious intent toward her in the first place, she suddenly shoved the Saint Blood onto his throat.

Yang Wei widened his eyes in surprise as he unconsciously swallowed the Saint Blood in one gulp.

"..."

Yang Wei was rendered speechless by her swift action.

"Hehe, you are very welcome." Zhu Wenqian shone a cheeky smile as she complimented herself.

"Anyway, you should stop glaring at me like that… After all, you should probably feel the extreme heat and burn soon." She added.

Within a few seconds, Yang Wei instantly felt the extreme heat that Zhu Wenqian was talking about.

His body turned fiery red and Yang Wei began gasping for air.

"Ugh, it's like I became an alchemy furnace all of a sudden…" Yang Wei grumbled slightly as he quickly tried to regain his composure.

Zhu Wenqian patted Yang Wei's shoulder as she showed a gentle smile.

"If this is enough to make you struggle, then you're not even close to the fun part." She said in a somewhat wicked tone.

Yang Wei shuddered slightly.

His mouth had turned dry from the heat rising up in his body yet hearing Zhu Wenqian's words had made him rethink his future.

'A-Am I going to survive this crisis?' He wondered silently.

Meanwhile, Zhu Wenqian smirked evilly as she retrieved a darkish brown pill.

"What is that?" Yang Wei asked while circulating his spiritual qi to suppress the heat from dealing significant damages to his body.

"This is my family special pill- one that can help an amateur to assimilate with our Saint Blood." Zhu Wenqian said.

She then proceeded to play around with the pill while showing a mysterious smile at Yang Wei.

'This Zhu Wenqian…' Yang Wei twitched his mouth.

He wasn't naive enough to believe that she would give the pill to him for free.

"What do you want for it?" Yang Wei asked as he tried his best to suppress the current heat that seemed to have increased significantly in his body.

"Two mature Dragon Soul Grass?" He offered.

However, Zhu Wenqian quickly shook her head as she wasn't satisfied with just Dragon Soul Grass.

"Yang Wei… do you really take me for a fool or some little kid?" Zhu Wenqian asked in a teasing tone.

"This pill is extremely precious and requires a ton of effort to concoct it. Thus, a mere Dragon Soul Grass isn't even enough to hold its candle." She added.

"..."

After a slight pause, Yang Wei sighed softly as he glanced at her with a profound gaze.

"Speak! What do you want?" He asked.

Zhu Wenqian curled her lips upward as she showed 3 fingers from her hand.

"3 favors, if I give you this pill then you must comply with 3 requests of mine."

Yang Wei didn't reply to her instantly as he showed a solemn expression.

'What is she up to now… everyone is asking for requests and favors but why me exactly?' He pondered silently.

Although he couldn't understand why others wanted to have his assistance, Yang Wei decided to brush it off for now.

At the current stage, what he needs the most is the pill in Zhu Wenqian's hand. Otherwise, he might really be cooked alive thanks to the Saint Blood within his body.

Thus, without further ado, Yang Wei nodded his head.

"Fine, but those requests of yours must not be ridiculous and should be within my capability." Yang Wei said.

Zhu Wenqian giggled as she gladly nodded her head.

"Alrighty then, swallow this and follow my direction." Zhu Wenqian said as she threw the pill toward Yang Wei.

Yang Wei grabbed the pill and quickly consumed it without hesitation.

As soon as the pill went through his throat, Yang Wei could feel a cold aura emitting from inside of his body.

The coldness that was created was able to suppress the heat, shocking Yang Wei for such a swift solution to his dilemma.

"I feel like my body had turned into a battlefield where the cold and the heat began a final fight…" Yang Wei mumbled softly.

"Heh, you are having it easy right now, Yang Wei. If it were someone else who tried to assimilate the Saint Blood then they would have died a long time ago." Zhu Wenqian teased as she crossed her arms.

"The pill I just gave you is called Phoenix Frost Armor- one that can help sustain a cultivator's body."

"Phoenix Frost Armor…" Yang Wei repeated these words unconsciously as he felt a strong aura rising up.

"Z-Zhu Wenqian… I-I'm starting to lose my vision." He then said with much difficulty.

Yang Wei's vision became blurry as he saw Zhu Wenqian seem to have cloned herself into multiple selves.

"Sleep well for now."

Those were the last words Yang Wei had heard from Zhu Wenqian before fainting next to her.