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Quiet Room.
The scent of Fu Xiang lingered faintly.
Liang Qu sat cross-legged, gathering his internal energy as he adjusted his body's condition, making sure his essence, energy, and spirit had reached their peaks, before sliding open the precious case.
Inside lay a section of oval-shaped, cyan wood, five inches long, with the thickness of a thumb.
The most valuable reward for winning first place in the Great Hunting Conference—Tourmaline Wood!
Liang Qu took it in his hand and ate it directly.
Although nominally wood, Tourmaline Wood was more like bamboo shoots, or even Chinese lettuces, entirely emerald green. A simple scratch with a fingernail could leave a mark and exude juice.
Biting into it, the wood was crisp to the taste, and as he chewed, it left behind some tough residue, like sugarcane.
He didn't waste any of it and swallowed it all.
Just like the Soul Gold Lotus, Tourmaline Wood served to enhance the strength of a martial artist's divine spirit.
