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    “What’s the matter?” Gu Qiansi asked while using a simple technique to clean the blood off of Lu Zhiying.


    “Something’s strange,” Zhao Yunxiao rubbed his chin in contemplation as his spiritual sense entered his spatial pouch.


    This time, the Heaven’s Descent Bowl was as quiet as could be, not showing the same reaction to the dead tiger as it did to the dead fox.


    Did it have to do with the way it died?


    “Can you lend me your swords, Junior Martial Sister Lu?” Zhao Yunxiao asked after recording his findings.


    “My swords? Sure,” Lu Zhiying agreed without hesitation.


    “Make sure you return them,” Gu Qiansi reminded. “Don’t treat them as an exchange for your bamboo backpack.”


    “I know that!” Zhao Yunxiao snapped back.


    With Lu Zhiying’s swords in hand, Zhao Yunxiao personally took action when they locked in on their next target.


    Bit by bit, Zhao Yunxiao slowly adjusted the parameters with each subsequent hunt, all in a bid to determine the exact factors that influenced the activation of the Heaven’s Descent Bowl.


    After hours of continuous experimenting, the trio finally decided to rest around a fire as night fell.


    As Gu Qiansi proceeded to pick out suitable parts for roasting from the huge pile of meat that they had collected over the course of their experiments, Zhao Yunxiao carefully went through the numerous records on his scroll as he tried to confirm his findings.


    It would appear that the activation of the Heaven’s Descent Bowl was not influenced by the type of creature or the surroundings.


    However, there was one strict criteria that had to be fulfilled for it to activate – Zhao Yunxiao himself must be the one to have killed the creature.


    In fact, it did not matter if someone else was responsible for bringing the creature to the brink of death. It would be fine as long as Zhao Yunxiao was the one to deal the final blow.


    As for the strange invisible matter that it absorbed from these carcasses upon activation, Zhao Yunxiao still had no idea what it was.


    In other words, he still did not know what the Heaven’s Descent Bowl could be used for.


    Zhao Yunxiao could not help but let out a helpless sigh upon thinking about this.


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