Of course, those two drawbacks had nothing to do with Lin Xuan. He was refining the Beast Talisman for two reasons: one was naturally to strengthen his power, and the other was that Shi Zheng's soul had no other use anyway, so he might as well refine it into a Beast Soul Talisman.
This little lion had met his end at Lin Xuan's hands, and he was unlucky enough for it. His fur, bones, and every part of him were first-rate demon beast materials, and Lin Xuan had already used them to refine Dharma Treasures.
The Demon Core would not be wasted either. It had been used in medicine, and the reason Lu Ying'er and Wu Yun'er had advanced so quickly was due in no small part to that Demon Core, which had been refined into miraculous pills for breaking through bottlenecks.
In the end, only the Primordial Spirit and soul were left, and Lin Xuan still found a use for them. Waste was shameful. Of all the materials in his hands, as long as they were not particularly precious, they might not necessarily be useful once he reached the Spirit World. There was no need now to cherish a broom simply because it was his own; if there was a place they could be used, he would use them as much as possible.
Although he had been imprisoned for more than a hundred years, Shi Zheng had not lost his intelligence. His gaze swept across Lin Xuan's face, filled with venomous hatred. "You... what exactly do you want? Even after things have come to this point, you still refuse to let me go?"
Before his words had even faded, disbelief appeared on his face again. "No, impossible. You... you've already advanced to Lihe?"
No wonder the little lion was