Baili Jianqing said, taking out a strange spiritual seed from his storage bag.
The spirit seed was oval in shape, completely black, and upon close inspection appeared to want to suck Lu Xuan's divine soul into it.
Vaguely, one could see gray traces on the surface, like a river shrunk countless times, meandering and silently flowing within the seed. If you listened carefully, you could even hear the gurgling sound of spring water.
"We dug this spiritual seed from the body of that demon envoy after defeating it. Since we didn't know its rank or species, the other three people weren't interested. They divided the demon envoy's flesh, blood, and sharp claws. I saw it was somewhat unusual, so I kept it."
"Brother Lu, I'll leave this to you. With your level of spirit plant cultivation, even without knowing its exact variety, I believe you can cultivate it."
Baili Jianqing said with a smile, apparently causing pain to his chest wound, as he inhaled sharply and gritted his teeth.