Lin Xuan cursed wildly in his heart. Ginger truly was spicier the older it got. No wonder the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord had handed this treasure to him so easily. So it had been nothing but bait all along.
First he gave him a little sweetness, making him jump into the trap even though he knew full well it was one. This move really was vicious enough.
But Lin Xuan very quickly recovered his calm expression. No matter what, the initiative was still in his hands. If he could successfully form a Nascent Soul in the future and had the confidence to wipe out Old Ancestor Hun Yuan, then there was no harm in borrowing his essence blood for use. It would also count as avenging the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord.
And before that, at worst, he simply would not touch this ancient remnant chapter. In any case, he had already learned a secret art for free. He had not suffered a loss; instead, he had gained quite a few benefits.
How cunning was the Hundred Poisons Divine Lord? He had clearly already seen through Lin Xuan's thoughts, but he had no other way. He did not have much lifespan remaining, and apart from the youth before him, he had no other choice. Moreover, he believed that after Lin Xuan learned that secret art and experienced its boundless might, he would certainly be unable to endure the temptation of wanting to learn the other secret arts in the remnant chapter.
And this youth had been able to successfully form a Golden Core at such a young age; his future held great promise. In the future, his chances of becoming a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator were presumably not small either. That old fellow Hun Yuan could forget about living carefree and