We're at the old principal now.
The old principal's eyes are practically hungrily fixed on Lu Xiaobu.
Divine Body! Divine Body!
It's an irresistible temptation for every cultivator.
Especially when there have already been three successful cases before, the desire is even more intense.
He hasn't felt his heart beat so fast in years.
"I... Wind Spiritual Root, 38." The old principal's voice was trembling.
"Uh..." Lu Xiaobu's mouth twitched upon hearing the old principal's words.
Wind Spiritual Root?
Darn, mutated spiritual root?!
Where am I supposed to get a divine body for you?!
But, looking at the old principal's appearance, nearly having a brain hemorrhage from excitement, Lu Xiaobu hesitated to say it outright.
This guy, let's hope his emotions don't suddenly kill him.
The system watched coldly, sneering—ha, troubles, right? I knew this day would come; I'm not telling you!
