When Xue Ying brought out the Black Gourd, the treasure spirit became anxious. He hurriedly transmitted, "Stop stop stop, stop at this very instant. Hurry up and drip a drop of fresh blood on top of the Black Gourd!"
If the treasure spirit mentioned other stuff, Xue Ying would ignore him. After all, the Ancestor Mother Religion protectors would hide if he delayed a little longer. But what the treasure spirit uttered caused him to halt.
"Drip a drop of fresh blood on the Black Gourd?" Xue Ying let his imaginations run wild.
"You who do not want your life, hurry up and drip a drop of blood on it. Isn't this what you wanted all along?" The treasure spirit urged.
Xue Ying had his views. The left hand which was grabbing the Black Gourd squeezed a drop of blood out. This drop of blood reached the Black Gourd before being absorbed.
"Weng–"
