Yang Zhu's arm developed patches of dragon scales, and he let out a soft groan of pain.
Yang Zhu grinned and unleashed his magic:
"Purify!"
A gentle white light emanated from his Dantian, wrapping around the Dragon Blood.
In the next second, the agitated Dragon Blood directly melted...
Dragon Blood Mushroom: "?"
The Heavenly Level Dragon Blood Mushroom, which had just been expecting history to repeat itself, directly fulfilled the contract.
Its consciousness suddenly collapsed, becoming Yang Zhu's private Mushroom Spirit.
"Seems pretty simple... scared myself for nothing."
Yang Zhu patted his chest.
"That's because your talent is too high... is the real life of a genius this dull and tedious?"
Yang Genshuo thought there would be some tussles, various space-jumping escapes, a strenuous capture before the last of his strength ran out, followed by an extremely risky refining process, and finally achieving success...
But the result was a swift grab and instant refining.
