Ao Guang suddenly pulled out a small cauldron shaped like a toad’s mouth and presented it with both hands.
“Big Brother Cang Qi, your little brother actually has a magic treasure that can really help you with your cultivation.”
A sly smile flickered in Xia Cangqi’s eyes as he took the little cauldron from Ao Guang. Its exterior was a dull bronze, its surface pitted and covered in a few rough lines. It didn’t look like a magic treasure at all. Its mouth gaped like a toad’s, and it reeked of ancient copper. When Xia Cangqi brought it closer, he caught a foul stench. He wondered if the bastard Ao Guang had used it as a chamber pot for tens of thousands of years and was now giving it to him as a treasure.
“Little Brother Ao Guang, tell me what kind of magic treasure this is. It looks like a chamber pot to me. Don’t tell me you prepared it specially because you’re worried my path to immortality will be long and I won’t have anywhere to pee!”
“Haha, Big Brother, this is the Dragon Saliva Cauldron. In this age of declining magic, spiritual energy is scarce and the laws of the Fengying Continent are incomplete. Becoming an immortal is easier said than done. This treasure cauldron must be used with a dual cultivation technique of mine. With these pills, your cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds!”
