The prince pondered for a bit, before suddenly looking towards the other still covered silver plate as he curiously asked, "What about this?"
He could faintly sense even more berserk undulations spreading from it.
Ruro was taken aback. Soon after, he said, "I'm afraid that young brother Ezra Zephyr might not be able to use that martial animal blood."
"Why?" Asked the prince.
Ruro lifted the red cloth, revealing three jade bottles. The scarlet blood within had already ford mini whirlpools in which a faint silhouettes seed to hover.
An alarming berserk undulation violently pulsed from them.
"These are?" Ezra Zephyr's eyes widened. He could feel a dangerous aura from the martial animal blood in these three jade bottles.
Ruro's expression was sowhat solemn as he slowly said, "The martial animal blood of three peak tier 3 dragon type Martial Animals."
Ezra Zephyr's pupils involuntarily shrunk slightly. Peak tier 3 Martial Animal blood… wasn't that equivalent to a early level Nascent Soul expert?
He never imagined that the Glittering Jewels Pavilion would have blood of this level too!
Only now did Ezra realise why Ruro had said he would be unable to use them. Peak tier 3 blood was too volatile and violent. Ordinary 2nd Level Core Formation stage disciples would not dare to refine and absorb it.
However, Ezra was not an ordinary man at all. So he was willing to take the risk.
Most importantly, though other Core Formation practitioners did not dare, it did not an that he shouldn't as well.
In addition, if he was able to refine peak tier 3 blood, the 8 Lost Dragons would undoubtedly be even more powerful. It was this point that truly enticed Ezra Zephyr.
The werewolf prince chuckled in sastifaction, and decisively said, "Manager Ruro, how much are these three bottles? I want them."
Ruro was stunned, evidently not expecting the prince to have such boldness. However, he soon let out a bitter laugh as he awkwardly shook his head.
"Young brother Ezra, I'm afraid that I can't sell them to you."
"Why?"
The prince was likewise taken aback by Ruro's words. The forr soon frowned as he asked, "Is it a problem with the price? Or are you worried that I will not be able to refine them? Manager Ruro need not worry about such matters, I understand my limits."
Ruro waved his hand, and awkwardly said, "It's not that… these three bottles have already been booked by soone else.
I only took them out earlier just in case. I did not expect that they would actually end up catching your eye."
He truly had not expected Ezra Zephyr's standards to be so high that even an early tier 3 Martial Animal blood was unable to catch his fancy.
As it happens, Ezra just had to end up taking a fancy to these peak tier 3 blood. One must know that they were equivalent to the Peak Foundation Establishn stage and Early Nascent Soul stage."
How could a 2nd Level Core Formation stage practitioner have the balls to even try blood at this level.
Ezra Zephyr's frown deepened. He had not expected these bottles of blood to be booked by soone else.
"Are there any others of the sa level?" Asked Ezra Zephyr.
Ruro shook his head. "These are the only ones we have in the unofficial outer mountain branch. We're not the official outer mountain after all, they will likely have ample stock."
Ezra Zephyr was sowhat speechless. He was really a little unwilling to give up the three peak tier 3 dragon type Martial Animal blood. Hence, he could not help but ask, "May I inquire as to which fellow disciple has booked them? I can buy them from him or her at double the price."
The 8 Lost Dragons had high requirents towards the quality of the Martial Animal blood used. Ezra Zephyr naturally wanted the process would be as perfect as possible, while also minimising the risk of any flaws.
Ruro hesitated upon hearing this. Just as he was about to speak, faint laughter was suddenly heard from outside the door, laughter that contained a hint of playfulness. "Hehe, it seems that tutoring spiritual techniques really does pay well. I would never have imagined that I, Drake Tubble, would one day be offered such a good deal."
The doors were pushed open as Drake Tubble walked in with full white clothes, wearing a faint smile, a mocking look in his eyes as he stared at Ezra Zephyr.
The prince's expression involuntarily darkened. He had not expected the one who had booked the three bottles of martial animal blood to be this Drake.
"Are you also practicing the 8 Lost Dragons?" Ezra 's eyes narrowed slightly.
"8 Lost Dragons?" Drake laughed. "Although it's not bad, I naturally have better options. I was rely bought the blood for fun."
Iciness flitted across Ezra Zephyr's eyes. It was obvious that Drake knew he was practicing the 8 Lost Dragons and had intentionally taken actions to obstruct him in secret, pre booking the highest quality blood in the Glittering Jewels Pavilion.
Through this, Drake would be able to lower Ezra's performance in the peak selection ceremony a month later.
"You son of a bitch!" Ezra's eyes turned ice-cold as vigorous spiritual abruptly exploded from his body. Black and Red bolts of lightning flickered around him, faintly forming the silhouette of a giant dark wolf that growled at Drake.
"Oh? You want to go at it? Who gave you the courage?" Drake playfully laughed staring mockingly at Ezra Zephyr without a single hint of fear as powerful spiritual energy swept out from his body.
"Both of you stop!" Ruro hurriedly shouted when he saw that the two were about to fight, standing in between them to stop them. "If you fight in the Glittering Jewels Pavilion, there will be consequences!"
With a wave of his hand, a swarm of figures surged out within the Glittering Jewels Pavilion, energy after energy rising as they targeted the two individuals.
Iciness flashed as Ezra and Drake's gazes clashed. In the end, both of them withdrew their spiritual energy with a cold snort.
They knew that it would be almost impossible to escape punishnt if they were to fight here, which would only end up wasting their precious training ti.
Drake laughed icily. Soon after, he waved his sleeve, sweeping away the three peak tier 3 Martial Animal blood on the plate as he uncaringly said, "Don't worry, even if all of the blood rots away in my hands, I will never sell them to you."
The anger in Ezra's eyes gradually receded, however, it still raged like a tsunami in the depths of his eyes. He ignored Drake, turning his head instead to look towards Ruro. "Manager Turo, I'll purchase the early tier 3 Martial Animal blood."
Since there was no peak tier 3, Ezra had no choice but to use the early tier 3 for the ti being. Hopefully, it would only result in a slight decrease that would not be too noticeable.
Ruro apologetically looked at Ezra Zephyr and nodded, before instructing soone to bring over the blood.
Ezrq received them and paid. Without saying anything else, he turned around and headed for the exit.
When he brushed past Drake, the latter suddenly smiled faintly and said, "Do you think this is over, unwashed werewolf? You will soon get to enjoy all the fun I've prepared for you."
Ezra's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to look at Drake.
"You like to stir up trouble? I've heard that you are determined to win first place in the peak selection ceremony?"
The corners of Ezra's lips seed to be slowly hooked up by sothing, forming an devilish angle.
Drake Yubble also turned his head and grinned. "What do you think you can do?"
Ezra stared at him, and slowly said, "I'll have to regretfully inform you that you will no longer be able to take first place.
If you want to play, I'll accompany you until both of us are satisfied!"
Ezra withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked off.
Drake was stunned as he watched the forr leave. Soon after, a mocking smile involuntarily spread from the corners of his lips. He shook his head as if having heard the most ridiculous and laughable thing.
"Truly such an ignorant and overly proud fool. Haha… I do want to see how you'll snatch first place from !"
After leaving the room, Ezra exhaled deeply, spitting out the unhappiness in his heart. Drake's actions had indeed disgusted the forr this ti.
"Without the peak tier 3 Martial Animal blood, I'll just have to make do with early tier 3." Muttered Ezra Zephyr to himself.
He no longer wanted to think any further about this topic and soon Gill Subzi ca as well.
As they walked through the mountains, Gill's clear eyes swept a glance at Ezra Zephyr, his chubby lips parting widely as he asked, "Your majesty. You're clearly in a bad mood, did sothing anger you again?"
"Is it that clear?" Ezra Zephyr gently touched his face.
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