“Dirty iron toothpicks?!”
Inside his stealth shuttle, Supreme Elder Jin Bao nearly bit his own tongue in half when he heard what Pei Xuan called his treasured Rank 8 Core-Detonating Blood Nails.
“Those five nails took me eight hundred years to refine in the Clan’s Blood-Marrow Furnace!” Jin Bao snarled under his breath, glaring at his tactical screen. “They are anchored thirty million miles deep inside the nuclear cores of five Red Giant Stars! Even a peak Star-Realm cultivator would have their arm burned to bone trying to reach into a pressurized stellar core to pull them out! Let’s see you try to touch them— the moment your skin brushes the blood-barbs, the curse will rot your meridians!”
Up above the north pole of Old Mother Ember #1, however, Pei Xuan wasn’t worried about any blood-curse.
He tapped the side of the thousand-mile Brass Safety Whistle Valve with his knuckles.
“Ao Ming, open the maintenance hatch on the valve stem for three seconds,” Pei Xuan ordered. “Old Wei, get a bucket of cold Sweet-Spring water ready to rinse the grease off.”
“Right away, Boss!”
Ao Ming wrapped his golden dragon tail around the secondary release lever of the giant brass valve and pulled it halfway back.
