Chapter 628 - 626: Pip, Get Ready, The Entire Clan is Migrating

Chapter 628: Chapter 626: Pip, Get Ready, The Entire Clan is Migrating

After returning, they stood off to the side, watching their chieftain and Master catch up. When the question of whether the chieftain could still be saved came up, it was finally their turn to speak.

Tadpole quickly spoke up. "Chieftain, you can be saved! You can definitely be saved!"

Bullfrog nodded in agreement. "That’s right! You can absolutely be saved. Chieftain, you don’t know yet, do you? Our master found something incredible for you."

Just as Bullfrog and Tadpole spoke, they pulled a box from the storage space they carried. The box radiated an intense chill that everyone felt the moment it appeared.

Aaron Sinclair reached out and took the box.

"Pip, this will definitely help you. Of course, even if it didn’t, I have other ways to save you." As he spoke, he opened the box. An intensely frigid aura immediately diffused from it. A layer of frost instantly condensed in the air. It wasn’t just the air; a layer of ice crystals formed on Pip’s clansmen. This was especially true for those closest to the front, who were covered in the thickest layer of ice.

"It smells so fragrant, so sweet."

"This energy... it feels so pleasant."

"It’s so satisfying."

For the Shadowmist Clan, the extremely cold energy emanating from the box wouldn’t cause any harm at all. In fact, far from being harmful, it was a treasure they adored.

As they say, the older generation is always more knowledgeable, and this held true even for these wintergourds. One of the elders spoke up.

"Hiss... This energy... could it be the thousand-year-old Spiritual Marrow recorded in our clan’s ancient texts?"

"There’s no mistake. This is Spiritual Marrow."

"Good heavens, it really is Spiritual Marrow! I’ve only ever heard of such a treasure, never seen it with my own eyes. So this is what it looks like."

It wasn’t just Pip’s clansmen; Pip himself was stunned. "This energy..." His voice trembled with excitement as he spoke. "This is Spiritual Marrow... and it’s over five thousand years old."

Pip slapped himself and couldn’t help but murmur, "I... Am I dreaming?"

Seeing Pip slap himself, Aaron Sinclair smacked him on the forehead. "Look at you, acting like you’ve never been out in the world. It’s not like you haven’t seen Spiritual Marrow before. Is this really necessary?"

"Master, this is different! Look! This Spiritual Marrow is over five thousand years old! This stuff is incredibly rare. It’s the kind of treasure countless Cultivators would kill to get their hands on."

Pip had indeed seen Spiritual Marrow before.

He remembered the last time he had seen Spiritual Marrow was a thousand years ago, back when he was with his master. He had followed his master, then known as Everard, into a Secret Realm where they had found it. His master had given him a thousand-year-old piece. After absorbing it for half a month, his Cultivation had increased severalfold.

Aaron Sinclair glanced at Pip. "It’s just a piece of Spiritual Marrow that’s a little over five thousand years old. Nothing special. Your life force is getting weaker by the second. If we don’t do something soon, you’re going to die."

He urged, "Hurry up and absorb it to restore your Cultivation."

To others, Spiritual Marrow was an exceedingly rare natural treasure. It could only form under very specific and special conditions, requiring a perfect convergence of timing and environment. If a single element was off, it wouldn’t form.

However, Aaron Sinclair had always been very lucky.

Back when he was still Everard, he had found Spiritual Marrow in all sorts of Secret Realms and perilous lands. He’d found three-thousand-year and five-thousand-year-old pieces, and on one occasion, he even found an Ancient Spirit Essence. He had used them all to advance his Cultivation.

The last time was after he had met Pip. They had found a three-thousand-year-old piece and a one-thousand-year-old piece in a Secret Realm. He had tossed one to Pip, which moved the little wintergourd to tears.

And in this lifetime.

From his birth in this life to the present day, Aaron Sinclair had obtained a total of thirteen pieces of Spiritual Marrow. The lowest-grade among them was five thousand years old, most were over seven thousand years old, one piece exceeded fifty thousand years, and he even had three that were in the twenty-thousand-year range. For him, Spiritual Marrow was practically a dime a dozen. Among his vast collection of treasures, it didn’t even rank.

It was mainly because he’d won the parent lottery this life; his father had given him nothing but the best. Aside from an endless supply of various Heaven and Earth Spiritual Treasures, there were all kinds of Divine Artifacts and Magic Artifacts. As for things like Spiritual Marrow, he just collected and stored them away, figuring they’d be useful someday.

In reality, with his current level of Cultivation, he most likely had no use for them. However, he could use them to research how to create new types of Elixir Pills. As they say, there are no limits in Alchemy; one must always push their boundaries.

"This... is for me?"

Pip sucked in a sharp breath.

This was a Spiritual Marrow over five thousand years old! ’His master is being too extravagant.’ Even he felt that a humble little wintergourd like himself was unworthy of such a precious item.

’I must be really sheltered,’ Pip thought. ’Something like this should only exist in legends, right?’

His earlier excitement vanishing, Pip took a step back, a startled expression on his face. He frantically waved his hands. "No, no! How can you give me something so precious? Master, take it back quickly! You should keep it for yourself. What have I, an old bag of bones, done to deserve such a treasure?"

Hearing this, Aaron Sinclair’s eyes widened.

"Fuck..."

He slapped his palm to his forehead. "I give up. That’s not how you show loyalty. It’s just plain stupid. Incredibly stupid. When you go outside, don’t you dare tell anyone you’re my Spirit Companion. How did someone as brilliant as me end up with a Spirit Companion as dumb as you? Pip, what is going on in that head of yours? The item is inanimate, but you’re alive. If you croak, you’ll have nothing at all! You have to learn... no, as a wintergourd, you have to understand the principle of ’every man for himself, or heaven and earth will strike you down’!"

Pip scratched his head.

"Master, that sounds really profound."

Aaron Sinclair: "..."

’Forget it.’

’The entire Wintergourd Clan, top to bottom, doesn’t seem too bright.’

But Pip was stubborn.

"But Master, this is a Spiritual Marrow that’s over five thousand years old. I want to save it for you. If you use it for your Cultivation, you’ll surely advance very quickly." ’It would be such a waste for me to use it,’ he thought.

’A five-thousand-year-old Spiritual Marrow... you could place something like this in a pool and it would endlessly generate Spiritual Liquid. Back in the clan, an item like this would be enshrined.’

’So even giving it to my clansmen would be better than wasting it on myself.’

Aaron Sinclair smacked him on the forehead, just like old times. "What are you talking about? It’s just a piece of Spiritual Marrow. You spent a thousand years exhausting your Cultivation just to find me. Who do you take me for? You think I’d trade your life for some inanimate object? Besides, your life is very valuable to me. I’m still counting on you to plow the fields for me. If you die, who’s going to help me grow Spiritual Medicine? And hey, even just having a wintergourd sitting around to look at is festive, isn’t it?"

Pip’s eyes welled up with tears.

He was overwhelmed with emotion.

"Master... you’re so good to me."

"In your current state, a five-thousand-year-old piece is just right. Your broken-down body wouldn’t be able to handle anything older." As he spoke, Aaron Sinclair closed the lid and tossed the box to him. "You really haven’t seen anything yet. Just wait until you recover your Cultivation. I’ll show you what it really means to see the world."