"Have you two fairies considered it? If you don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being discourteous." The Core Condensation Realm cultivator with peach-blossom eyes snapped the folding fan in his hand shut, a faintly savage look appearing on his face.
He would absolutely not let the two women before him slip away. Beauties this lovely were rare even among cultivators, and his master, Poison Dragon Venerable, truly was an old monster of the evil path.
His lust knew no bounds, and his cultivation had already reached the peak of Nascent Soul Early Stage. If he could obtain these two superb cauldrons, breaking through to the middle stage would be just around the corner.
And if he rendered such a great merit, the benefits would be so many that just thinking about them made him tremble with excitement. Perhaps, if his master was pleased, he would pass down that supreme dual-cultivation art of harvesting yin to replenish yang.
At that time, he could abduct many female cultivators to serve as cauldrons, wantonly harvest and replenish from them, and condensing a Nascent Soul would not be impossible.
At the thought, Yinchenzi grew hot all over with excitement. Yet at that very moment, a burst of intense pain came inexplicably.
The pain came suddenly, without the slightest warning beforehand. A moment ago, everything had clearly been fine, but in the blink of an eye, unbearable agony flooded into his mind.
Yinchenzi was horrified. He lowered his head and discovered that his left hand had vanished without wings and flown away, chopped off cleanly at the elbow. Blood poured from the wound like a fountain, surging out wildly.
"Ah!"
Yinchenzi let out a shrill scream. Shocked and furious, he hurriedly reached out, slapped his waist, took out a talisman,