In the pitch-dark, deep cave, the scent of blood permeated the air.
In the darkness, Qin Tian sat cross-legged in the cave, holding his breath, concentrating on his cultivation.
About an hour later, he finally opened his eyes, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and a smile emerged at the corner of his mouth.
"Unexpectedly, this giant serpent, the spiritual snake, turned out to be a great tonic, not only saving my life but also greatly increasing my True Qi!"
Qin Tian stood up, using the light of his phone's flashlight to scan the giant serpent's corpse. He thought for a moment, then said, "No, this snake, it's a huge tonic. I can't waste such good cultivation resources."
"Hiss, putting it into the storage bag to coagulate the blood may greatly reduce the effectiveness of the spiritual snake. It's better to taste it and eat it while the snake's body is still fresh. Hehe, this is the real tonic!"
