After Jin Jia and the Soul Pearl were divided between themselves and Chaotic, the only item on the ground that piqued Qian Mo's interest was the Azure Jade Crocodile Eagle. However, he recalled that E Lai had previously controlled this Crocodile Eagle, which seemed to have clashed hard against the combined attack of the brothers Zheng and Jiao, resulting in some cracks. Its power was likely diminished…
He picked up the palm-sized jade sculpture, feeling its icy coldness seep into his bones. The next moment…
“Hiss… What the hell is this? It’s freezing me to death!”
The phrase "as warm as jade" was something Qian Mo could not sense at all from the Crocodile Eagle. This temperature felt like holding a piece of ancient ice! But such a low temperature had shown no prior warning. Where was the chill? Was he being toyed with? Did he really think he had read hundreds of fantasy novels for nothing? Did he sleep through middle school physics?!
It turned out that in the Primeval World, adhering to science meant you were destined to lose…
“Ahem, Qian Mo, this jade sculpture is made from an Ink Jade Qilin. The Ink Jade Qilin is a rare variant within the Qilin Clan that specializes in combat and killing techniques. Its entire life is filled with murderous intent, which is stored within the accompanying spirit jade, hence its chilling aura. Those with weak strength who touch it will have their energy invaded by this murderous chill; mild cases will suffer from cold pain and damage to their vitality, while severe cases may freeze their souls and die on the spot!”
Qian Mo rolled his eyes, filled with complaints. Why didn’t you say something so dangerous earlier? What’s with always playing catch-up?
“Uh… Qian Mo, your strength is profound and extraordinary; I thought…”
“Ahem… Yes, I was just startled; that’s all. Nothing else meant…”
Well, Bai Yin’s reasoning wasn’t entirely wrong; it was just that his cultivation was all tied to his soul, and this bone-chilling cold wasn’t just targeting his soul! Fortunately, he had donned the Weak Water Mysterious Gold Armor; otherwise, he would have turned into a popsicle (literally)!
In fact, he had somewhat misjudged Bai Yin. She had still been immersed in the brutal methods used by Chaotic to annihilate Qing Tong and viewed Qian Mo as a powerful figure. So for a moment, she hadn’t considered that what she thought was a minor issue could nearly give Qian Mo an “ice-cold experience.”
Regardless, Qian Mo had learned a small lesson…
With a thought, the Xuan Jin Armor emitted a faint glow, and the Heart Shield within swirled with yellow and black energy, seemingly protecting Qian Mo securely inside. Previously, it was only the passive protection of the Xuan Jin Armor that allowed him to escape becoming a popsicle. This made Qian Mo see the benefits of the Xuan Jin Armor; indeed, upon tentatively activating it again and picking up the Crocodile Eagle once more, it felt merely cool to the touch. Qian Mo immediately felt delighted!
This Weak Water Mysterious Gold Armor truly had endless uses; there were likely many functions yet to be discovered! It seemed he needed to find some free time to study it thoroughly!
For now… let’s take a closer look at this jade sculpture!
With the protection of the Xuan Jin Armor, when he held the ink jade sculpture again, it no longer inflicted pain as before but only felt slightly cool.
Carefully examining the jade sculpture that emitted a faint ghostly light, he saw it depicted a giant crocodile roaring towards the sky…
Every scale on its body was vividly lifelike, and its fierce expression seemed almost alive. If placed in the modern world, it would undoubtedly incite frenzied admiration from countless art collectors.
Just holding it felt like cradling perfection! By physically touching it and earnestly feeling its presence, Qian Mo could sense the terrifying power emanating from it—the overwhelming intent to kill made his heart tremble!
However, there was one flaw: a tiny crack on the crocodile's head was caused by its earlier collision with Zheng Jiao's Demon-Subduing Pestle…
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