Hei Shou floated out from Yun Lintian's sleeve, its fingers wiggling in greeting.
Ye Xiu's breath hitched. A sentient body part?
Seeing his confusion, Yun Lintian smiled. "In exchange, I'll give you something far more valuable than that armor." He tossed a spatial ring onto the table.
Ye Xiu hesitated, then cautiously probed it with his spiritual sense—
His face went slack.
Billions of spirit stones. Dozens of heaven-grade cultivation manuals. Even a few divine-grade techniques. This single ring contained enough resources to elevate the entire Ye Clan to unprecedented heights!
"This..." Ye Xiu's voice was hoarse.
"The breastplate is dangerous," Yun Lintian said. "It's not just helping you—it's using you as a vessel. Sooner or later, it would have consumed your soul."
Ye Xiu paled. He looked down at the armor in his hands, his grip tightening briefly before loosening. "...Take it."
Yun Lintian nodded appreciatively. With a wave, the breastplate floated toward him.
