Xuanxiao pondered for a moment, glanced at the young woman, and said, "Strictly speaking, I suppose I should be considered your ancestor. Years ago, your second great-uncle and I made a pact: if I achieved success in my cultivation, I would bless his descendants with a thousand years of prosperity."
With that, he took out several bottles of medicinal pills from his storage bag and said, "There are one hundred pills here in total. Each direct descendant may only take one in a lifetime—too much of a good thing is as bad as none. As for you, you may take three."
After handing the pills to the woman, Xuanxiao raised a finger to press between her eyebrows, extracting a drop of fresh blood. He patted his storage bag, produced a jade slip, and with a flick of his mind, branded a wisp of destructive intent within it.
Chapter 1571