A Broken Plump Daoist

"The ancient ancestor has awakened; you may all step forward to give your offerings. Whoever receives the most valuable reward shall be the successor of the Ganglie beast spirit!" After receiving the pellet, Ying Shihou placed it in his sleeves and moved aside. Three people—Chu Zhaoyang, Qi Heng, and the plump Daoist—walked up from the crowd, each of them holding on to a jar and looking at each other with hesitation.

None of the three dared to move further, until Qi Heng finally let out a cold laugh and stepped forward. "I’ll be first, then!" He walked in front of the desk and placed his jar on top before calling out with a clear voice, "Esteemed Ancient Ancestor, I am the son of Bohai’s Qi Clan, Qi Heng. I am here to offer you the blood of an ape beast with the ancient Diabolic Ape bloodline…." Once he’d finished speaking, he took a step backwards, inhaled a deep breath, and extended his palm to break the vase.

"So it was the blood of the Diabolic Ape…."