Chapter 87: Chapter 87: Dragon Blood Potion and the Stalker
"Brother Tian, the three of us have prepared some gifts."
Xiaopang immediately took out the gift, a uniquely designed gift box. Opening the box, several porcelain bottles were neatly arranged.
"100 Spirit Essence Pills, given Brother Tian’s family background, these 100 Spirit Essence Pills might not be much, but it’s a token of my sentiment."
No, I don’t have a family background.
My monthly salary is not even enough to buy one Spirit Essence Pill.
Qin Tian nodded and accepted the gift box.
The Spirit Essence Pill was important to him. He didn’t want to be hypocritical, shuffling back and forth, and ultimately reluctantly accepting the gift.
Sometimes being direct gives a closer feeling of connection.
"Brother Tian, this is my gift."
Xiong Gang presented a golden gift box, inside which was a transparent crystal bottle filled with golden-red liquid.
Instantly, Qin Tian felt a strong desire within.
That’s blood.
Blood with vigorous life force and energy.
"Thunder Dragon Blood Potion Type II, a body tempering potion suitable for Thunder Element Spiritualists."
Xiong Gang explained, "This potion is potent and cannot be consumed directly. It can be mixed with a large amount of water in a bathtub, allowing the Dragon Blood to gradually permeate the body."
"Fine."
Qin Tian accepted the gift box.
Although Xiong Gang reminded him that the Dragon Blood Potion cannot be taken internally, but used externally, the usage would vary from person to person.
Though external use is indeed safe, some life force and energy from the Dragon’s Lair will undoubtedly be lost during soaking.
He possessed the Night Demon Body, capable of absorbing and digesting the power of blood like a Vampire, thus he was confident of directly drinking the Dragon Blood, maximizing the body tempering effect.
"It’s my turn, it’s my turn."
Huang Xiaojia took out her gift from the sky blue gift box, clear as the sky. Inside lay a silver leaf, quietly resting, the edges playfully curled, and the veins etched as if time itself inscribed them, dense and clear.
"Brother Tian, this is a leaf from the Mingshen Tree, which, once consumed, can enhance Spiritual Power."
Enhance Spiritual Power?
Qin Tian’s eyes lit up, thanked her, and arranged the three gift boxes side by side.
It seemed the three had coordinated in advance.
Spirit Essence Pills correspond to Spiritual Energy.
Dragon Blood Potion corresponds to Physique.
Mingshen Leaf corresponds to Spiritual Power.
Each gift’s value reached millions, possibly even over ten million.
The price was precisely within his acceptable range; any higher would be a burden for him.
"These items are very useful to me, so I won’t be polite and will accept them," Qin Tian said.
Upon hearing this, the trio’s faces all lit up with smiles.
This gratitude banquet was truly because they wanted to thank Qin Tian for his care and life-saving grace.
Additionally, they wanted to take this opportunity to establish closer ties with Qin Tian.
Coming from wealthy families, their thoughts were more active than ordinary kids.
With Qin Tian’s mysterious background, outstanding talent, strong capabilities, able to have a Major General from the Military Department back him up.
Before, they might have found it difficult to meet such noble family descendants.
Yet, one task forged a bond between them.
In the Galaxy Empire, only Bloodline Families are the true aristocratic class, for families like theirs with ordinary wealth, a single upheaval could cause them to decline, finding it hard to recover.
So, they wished to hitch a ride on the Bloodline Family train.
Though it may sound worldly, it’s the survival strategy for people of their class.
The door opened, and a variety of exquisite dishes were placed on the table.
Qin Tian declined the invitation to drink but warmly praised each dish.
At the table, with Xiaopang and Huang Xiaojia being chatterboxes, the atmosphere never grew cold, the private room filled with laughter and joy.
One hour later
Outside the restaurant
"Brother Tian, we’ll head home now," Xiaopang said as the three boarded their flying devices to wave goodbye to Qin Tian.
Soon, the flying devices disappeared into the vast night.
As the night descended, the streets were bustling with activity.
Cars and flying devices surged like two rivers intertwining, rushing through the city’s veins. Along the roads, neon lights lavishly splashed their colorful hues, decorating the streets like a dream, the bustling ambiance of revelry permeating every inch of air.
Pedestrians meandered through this splendid dance of light, engaging in laughter or hurried strides, fully embracing the unique nocturnal vibe of the bustling metropolis.
Qin Tian held a bag with the three gift boxes inside, but the truly important items had already been tossed into his Spatial Bag.
He roamed the streets like a tourist, occasionally purchasing small trinkets that caught his interest.
Before he knew it, he had ventured into the old district of the city. The buildings here were somewhat dilapidated, with few passersby on the street, lending it a desolate feel.
As he approached a corner of a small alley, Qin Tian glanced sideways and stepped into the passageway.
On both sides were high walls, beyond which were several run-down houses. The alley lacked streetlights, cloaked in darkness, desolate and eerie.
Soon after Qin Tian entered, another silhouette appeared at the alley entrance, clothed all in black, with a slim build and an unremarkable appearance, the kind that blends seamlessly into any crowd.
"Where is he?"
The black clothed man’s brow furrowed as he gazed over, finding the alley devoid of any sign of life.
More concerning was that the target’s footsteps had vanished into thin air.
Swish~
The black clothed man tapped his foot, jumping onto the side wall like a Spirit Cat, silent and invisible, black mist coiling around him, camouflaging his figure in the night.
Surveying from above, the black clothed man still could not spot Qin Tian.
"Did he notice?"
The black clothed man murmured internally.
At that instant, a faint voice arose from behind him.
"Looking for me?"
A compelling sense of danger seized the black clothed man’s heart, his pupils contracted as he flipped off the high wall.
In a split second, a bullet hit the spot where he had just stood, its force shattering half of the wall, cracks quickly spreading outward.
The black clothed man’s eyes were filled with astonishment, knowing full well he was a Dark Spiritualist, treading the path of the Night Ninja, particularly adept at stalking, stealth, and assassination.
Yet he couldn’t fathom when the target managed to conceal itself behind him.
Bang
His feet touched down.
The black clothed man had barely steadied himself when a book-sized Black Gate silently materialized less than a foot behind him.
A fist cloaked in black light punched through the Black Gate, hitting the black clothed man’s back with stealthy swiftness.
Crash!
The black clothed man flew forward seven or eight meters, spewing a mouthful of blood, his back’s clothing torn apart, revealing a clear charred fist seal.
Thud~
The black clothed man planted his hands, executing a forward roll and rising smoothly, a dagger miraculously appearing in his grip, his body tense, eyes vigilantly glued ahead.
Moonlight poured down like water.
A figure stood solemnly atop the high wall, the dense night akin to an immense curtain, concealing his face, only sketching a tall, mysterious silhouette.
He held tightly a black sniper rifle, its frame shimmering with cold metallic gloss, under the moon’s gentle touch, resembling a savage beast in repose.
"5~"
"4~"
A calm, chilly countdown echoed through the alley.
Counting down, what on earth was he planning?
The black clothed man’s eyes flashed darkly, gripping his dagger as he was about to charge the target.
Yet at that moment, a strong wave of dizziness surged over him, stumbling his steps, nearly causing him to collapse.
"3~"
"2~"
I am poisoned?
As the world around the black clothed man spun wildly, finally, as the countdown reached "1", his consciousness plummeted into darkness.