The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

Zhunti originally thought that he was shameless and unscrupulous enough.

You can hear Qin Tian say this.

He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh inwardly.

That's enough! That's enough!

We'll just stop causing trouble for the human race.

Let's get rid of Qin Tian first. That guy is greedy, shameless, and doesn't care about his reputation.

If we don't agree now, he might change his mind and become even more difficult to deal with.

Thinking of this, Zhunti looked at Jieyin and saw his senior brother nod almost imperceptibly. He immediately turned to Qin Tian, ​​cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and said:

"Fellow Daoist Qin Tian, ​​the West is barren, unlike the East. May I ask which treasure you have taken a fancy to?"

"No problem, no problem." Qin Tian waved his hand. "Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who makes things difficult for others."

Jieyin and Zhunti both twitched their lips.

Are you sure you're talking about yourself?

Could there be someone in this vast world who is even less demanding of others than you?

"Ugh!"

"I really don't know what kind of treasures you Westerners have."

"How about you cut the Bodhi tree in half and give it to me, so I can try to go back and plant another one?"

Although Zhunti was prepared to settle things peacefully, it did not mean that he was without anger.

He had forcibly suppressed it, but at this moment, he could no longer hold back and shouted fiercely at Qin Tian:

"Qin Tian, ​​that's enough!"

"If you think that my fellow disciples are like Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, and can be slaughtered at your will."

"Even if we spill our blood in the West today, shattering the Western land once more, my fellow disciple and I will never live a life of dishonor."

"I'm so sorry!"

"For a moment I forgot, but you are the Bodhi tree that attained enlightenment."

Qin Tian said he was sorry, but his smile clearly said, "I did it on purpose."

However, Zhunti dared not take the opportunity to cause trouble again.

He valued his life highly, and although he knew Qin Tian was playing a trick on him, he could only grit his teeth and pretend nothing had happened.

After that, you still have to pretend to be very magnanimous and reply:

"It's alright, it's normal for a distinguished friend to have a bad memory."

"I can't give you half of the Bodhi tree, but a thick branch is no problem."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhunti grabbed his left hand and pulled it down sharply.

Green blood splattered, and from the severed left hand, a flash of divine light transformed it into a lush tree branch, radiating the energy of metal.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Tian's eyes.

No wonder the Buddhism founded by these two men was able to surpass Taoism and Xuanmen in later generations.

With such patience and such a temperament, it would be difficult for them not to succeed.

"Thank you for your generosity, Fellow Daoist Zhunti." Qin Tian smiled and reached out to take it. "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist, I will take good care of this Bodhi tree branch."

"After returning, I planted it in the sacred soil with my own hands and took good care of it."

"I will strive to give you another brother as soon as possible."

Zhunti nodded with a forced smile and said nothing more.

He's seen it all.

Qin Tian has absolutely no concept of shame.

If you really argue with him, you'll only hurt yourself.

Seeing that Zhunti remained silent, Qin Tian felt increasingly bored.

He loved seeing the look on Zhunti's face—a look that said he wanted to kill him but couldn't, and could only endure it.

But Qin Tian did not provoke him again.

Too much of a good thing is bad; the real benefit is the one you actually receive.

You can slap yourself in the face anytime.

Extortion, however, requires the right timing, location, and people, and such opportunities are rare.

"I have heard that the Dragon Transformation Pool of the Dragon Clan in the past has been reforged into another treasure in your hands, fellow Daoist."

"I wonder if this matter is true or false."

Upon hearing this, both Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed drastically.

They never expected that Qin Tian would even know such a secret.

Although he was reluctant to give it, Jieyin knew that with Qin Tian's wicked personality, if he didn't give it, he would probably have to pay even more.

At least, he hasn't asked for the Twelfth Grade Golden Lotus of Merit yet.

"Fellow Daoist, this is the Dragon Transformation Pool. After being refined by my fellow disciple and me, it can not only help dragons transform into dragons, but also help all living beings to further awaken and master the bloodline within their bodies."

Upon hearing this, Qin Tian's heart stirred, and he thought of the blood pool inside the Ancestral Witch Hall.

If we combine these two pools into one, and add some other methods, could we achieve the effect of imbuing bloodline power?

Thinking about this, Qin Tian felt that this trip had not been in vain.

Then, he asked for a spiritual root, the Six Roots Pure Bamboo, and left Mount Sumeru.

It's not that he doesn't want anything else.

Rather, since Jieyin and Zhunti are already poor, excessive pressure will only backfire.

Qin Tian felt that this kind of thing, once you're unfamiliar with it, you'll get used to it the second time.

Let them prepare themselves mentally first; it's not too late to ask for it later if there's an opportunity.

...

Seeing Qin Tian return with a beaming smile, Houtu was a little confused and couldn't help but ask, "What do you need so many treasures for?"

"Of these two things, only the bamboo is somewhat useful."

"Is it really worth offending Jieyin and Zhunti like this for these two not-so-good treasures?"

"They are destined to become saints."

Qin Tian smiled dismissively and said, "So what if you become a saint? You're nothing more than a puppet of the Heavenly Dao!"

"Besides, you're wrong. This pool is far more precious than these bamboo groves."

Houtu took the Dragon Transformation Pool and examined it from both sides: "Isn't it just a pool for demons to awaken their bloodlines?"

"You're not a demon, and humans don't have bloodline power, so what use are you to it?"

"Who says humans don't have the power of bloodline?"

"Leaving aside me and Qin Feng, just take the Human Witch Tribe as an example. They have your witch clan's blood in their veins."

"If they grow up and cultivate to a certain level, and then awaken their bloodline, they might be able to use the power of a law freely, just like the great shamans of your witch clan."

Hearing that this pool could be used in this way, Houtu was shocked.

Considering the current predicament of the Witch Clan, and the hundreds of millions of human-witch tribes within the Human-Witch Tribe, Houtu couldn't help but say, "Qin Tian, ​​could you lend this pool to the Witch Clan for use first?"

Houtu blinked her big eyes, looking at Qin Tian with anticipation.

"Sure, that's possible." Qin Tian smiled and rubbed Hou Tu's nose. "But I have one condition."

"What are the conditions?" Houtu frowned.

"I want the blood pool in your Ancestral Witch Temple."

Houtu looked troubled and shook her head, saying, "Impossible. That's a treasure of my Wu clan. Change your terms!"

"Don't rush to refuse. For your witch clan, that blood pool is actually the place where the next generation is conceived."

"The power of the Blood Pool comes from the legacy of the Father God Pangu; with each gestation, it diminishes."

"If I'm not mistaken, the energy in that blood pool should be running low by now!"

Houtu understood Qin Tian's subtext and knew what Qin Tian meant.

But thinking of the blood pool and its importance to the witch clan, she frowned and shook her head again, saying:

"Qin Tian, ​​you don't understand. That blood pool is not just a tool for nurturing new generations for our Wu Clan, it's not that simple."