What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

The moment I stepped across the bronze threshold, Old Qi, who had been lying in the rattan chair with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.

His cloudy gaze lingered on my backpack for a moment, and a very obvious look of surprise flashed across his usually calm old face.

"Young man, are you sure you want to choose that?"

Old Qi sat up straight and asked in a hoarse voice.

"In the Class A warehouse, there are countless magical artifacts and elixirs that are more powerful and faster to take effect than it."

"You spent ages picking and choosing, and then you just picked that broken spool?"

I stopped, turned around, looked at Old Qi, and nodded.

"Mr. Qi, I'm sure. I feel a strong connection with it."

Although Zhao Mingxuan, who was standing to the side, did not know what I had taken, he couldn't help but feel curious and nervous when he saw Qi Lao's expression.

Old Qi gave me a deep look, and his vast, ocean-like spiritual power swept over me once again.

After a moment, he sighed and shook his head.

"Now that you've taken it out of the bronze gate, it's yours."

However, as the custodian of the vault, I must give you a few words of advice, lest you die without knowing why.

Old Qi stood up, put his hands behind his back, and his gaze became profound.

"The dark blue silk thread on that spool is called the Meteorite Dragon Tendon."

It was a vital tendon extracted from the body of a thousand-eyed mirage dragon on the verge of transforming into a dragon, found deep within the East Sea, and then tanned into silk using a special secret method.

Hearing the words "East China Sea" stirred something within me.

Lei Zhenshan just told me about the isolated island in the East China Sea last night. I never expected that today, guided by the bone needle, I would actually find a strange object related to the East China Sea in the General Administration's treasury.

Elder Qi continued, "This mirage dragon tendon is impervious to water and fire, and is extremely tough. Even a full-force attack from a Dan realm expert might not be able to sever it."

What's even more remarkable is that it naturally possesses the power to lock the soul and stabilize the spirit, making it remarkably effective for trapping enemies or setting up formations.

"It sounds like a rare treasure," I added.

"Even the most precious treasures can be dangerous."

Old Qi's tone became a bit stern.

"The mirage dragon is adept at creating illusions. This large tendon was pulled out alive, and it contains the immense resentment and illusionary poison of that evil dragon."

In the past, a few self-important individuals have chosen it, attempting to refine it into a personal magic weapon, and some even wanted to integrate it into their own weapons.

Without exception, during the refining process, they were all devoured by the resentment within the dragon tendons, falling into endless hallucinations, and ultimately suffering a qi deviation, becoming madmen.

Old Qi stared into my eyes and warned me, word by word:

"Your foundation is very solid, and your malevolent energy is also very pure."

But I warn you, never try to integrate this into your flesh and blood, or wear it close to your body for extended periods.

Unless your mental strength can completely crush that resentment, or your inner energy is powerful enough to make the remnant soul of that evil dragon submit.

Otherwise, it would be a death sentence.

After listening to Master Qi's guidance, I maintained my usual mild and receptive demeanor, and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master Qi. I will keep it in mind and never use it blindly."

But in my heart, I already have a clear understanding of what this "Meteorite Sea Mirage Dragon Tendon" is.

Hallucinogenic resentment? The risk of going astray?

What is fused within me is the true remnant of the dragon soul's essence!

That jade-colored aura with faint golden patterns naturally carried a sense of oppressive dragon might, befitting a superior being.

The resentment left behind by a mere mirage dragon that has not yet transformed into a dragon is no match for the true might of a dragon.

Moreover, the cool aura lingering between my brows is an excellent tool for suppressing demonic possession and breaking illusions.

This thing is a death warrant in other people's hands.

But in my hands, it's absolutely perfect.

Combined with the black bone needles, it can definitely become my ultimate trump card.

Choosing this bone needle was definitely the right decision.

"Alright, rules are rules."

Now that you've made your choice, let's go.

After sighing, Old Qi waved his hand and lay back down in the rattan chair.

With a muffled rumble, the massive bronze door slowly closed behind me, sealing the dazzling array of treasures back into darkness.

"Consultant Chen, your judgment is definitely sound."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Zhao Mingxuan quickly stepped forward and said with a smile.

"The formalities are all completed. Shall we head back to the guesthouse now?"

"Okay, thank you for your help."

I patted my backpack, feeling the cool touch of the spool inside, and followed Zhao Mingxuan into the elevator.

The elevator ascended rapidly, and that feeling of weightlessness returned.

The process of receiving the reward was much smoother than I had imagined.

I leaned against the wall of the metal car, pondering the rest of the journey.

Lei Zhenshan said last night at the veterans' teahouse that the sea conditions around that nameless island in the East China Sea are very complicated, and it is not possible to go there in the short term.

Since that's the case, there's no need for me to waste my time in the guesthouse in Beijing.

Although Jiangcheng has just undergone a major purge and all forces have become much more subdued, I still keep a lot of my things in Tingyuxuan.

Although Li Qing is a reliable guy, he himself said he was going to travel, so I can't keep him tied up in Jiangcheng to watch over the stall for me.

What's more, I still have a roll of "Meteorite Mirage Dragon Tendon" extracted from the deep sea in my backpack.

This thing is filled with resentment.

To fully understand it and combine it with my black bone needles to form a fighting force, I need an absolutely quiet and familiar environment.

The underground chamber of that abandoned factory on the outskirts of Jiangcheng was clearly more suitable for doing this kind of thing than the guesthouse in the capital.

Just as I was thinking about when to return, the elevator finally came to a stop on the ground with a crisp notification sound.

After stepping out of the elevator, Zhao Mingxuan followed the same method to open the iron door.

The morning sunlight in July streamed in through the crack in the door, somewhat dazzling.

I squinted my eyes habitually and stepped out the door.

However, the moment I stepped out of the small red brick building, my steps involuntarily paused for a moment.

On the empty concrete ground outside the red brick building, someone appeared out of nowhere.

A thin, old man was squatting on the ground, completely disregarding his appearance.

He was holding a brass pipe in his hand, casually tapping the ash off his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

I also know this old man.

The top expert at the General Administration, a master craftsman.

"Heavens... Senior Master Tiangong!?"

Zhao Mingxuan, who followed me out, quickly stepped forward and greeted the old man who was squatting on the ground after he saw him clearly.

He seemed quite surprised to see him here.

Tian Gong smiled and nodded at Zhao Mingxuan, then stood up and patted the dust off his trousers.

Then, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze passing over Zhao Mingxuan and landing directly on me.

"The little mortician from Jiangcheng, we meet again."