Chapter 409
"Let me go, release me at once!"
In Qinchuan's palm, a fist-sized, oddly-shaped object gleamed like jade atop which an old man with white hair and a youthful face, his beard fluttering, emerged. He glared with bulging eyes, small arms flailing, and roared continuously; it was the Medicinal Spirit that had been nurtured within the Elixir.
"You brat, release me this instant, or don't blame me for being impolite," the Medicinal Spirit glared furiously, angered by Qinchuan's disrespect.
"Stop your clamor! This Elixir has caught the eye of this young master, and now you have two choices," Qinchuan glanced at the fist-sized Medicinal Spirit and said indifferently, "First, submit to me, and I shall find you another dwelling. Second, cling to this Elixir and be refined alongside it by me."