“Brother Wei, we share neither enmity nor grudge. Why did you curse me?” Tianyu asked softly.

Wei Yuan replied apologetically, “I have something to discuss with you, but I had no other way to reach you. Besides, I don’t know anyone else from the Shamans, so I had no choice but to come to you.”

Tianyu’s expression softened slightly. He handed Wei Yuan an array stone and said, “In the future, simply activate this array stone whenever you need me. If I don’t come, it means the animosity between our two races has reached a certain level, and I don’t want to come.”

Wei Yuan put the array stone away before handing him a box. He said, “Take a look at these.”

Tianyu opened the lid. Inside the box were four small compartments, each containing a piece of flesh. All four pieces were wriggling, each with its own thoughts.

Tianyu brought one to his nose and took a deep breath. He exclaimed, “It smells wonderful! Just wonderful! This is… the essence blood of a True Lord!”

“Can I trade this for something?”

“Of course! It can be traded for almost anything! How much do you have? I’ll take it all!”

“I need human sacrifices, medicinal herbs, special minerals, spirit plants, and… Blood Yingluo.”

Tianyu cast a meaningful glance at Wei Yuan before replying, “It seems you’ve gone down this path as well. But it’s only natural—even if you didn’t want to, there are plenty of people who’d force you down it. There are plenty of Blood Yingluo,...