There Is No Fighting the Times

"Come and test it out then." Miao Xihe took a small wooden pot and put it in front of him. As soon as the lid was opened, poisonous bugs could be seen inside the pot. They were rolling about and tearing each other apart. They made sounds that would have made anyone shiver.

"Don't be afraid."

"I'm not afraid." That young man dipped his hand into the pot without any hesitation.

What happened next was nothing short of surreal. The bugs in the wooden pot seemed afraid of the aura surrounding his hand. None dared to even get close. They scuttled about, trying to avoid the hand. The spot where his fingers touched seemed to have made a vacant area.

"That's expected." Miao Xihe looked pleased when he saw that.

"Give me a knife." The middle-aged man nearby immediately handed him a sharp, which Miao Xihe rubbed off.

"I'm about to take some of your blood, Xiao He," he said. "It's not going to hurt much."