Su Hao had considered obtaining cultivation methods from this middle-aged Immortal Master, but after thinking it over, he gave up on the idea. He did not dare practice anything given to him by an enemy!
Su Hao's purpose had been simple from the start: to pry information about this world out of the middle-aged Immortal Master, nothing more. As a cultivator, he was surely familiar with such matters.
As for cultivation in the future, he would naturally have to learn from professionals. And if he was going to learn, he would definitely choose the best.
To be honest, Su Hao had no regard for someone as obviously lousy as this middle-aged Immortal Master.
"Is that it? This is what you call a Cultivator?"
That was what Su Hao truly thought. If the Cultivators of this world were only at this level, then he felt there was not much point in pursuing it. He might as well live a happy life like his previous one, focus on researching the projects that interested him, then wait to grow old and die before being reborn into another world!
If trash Cultivators like this could attain immortality, Su Hao would stay single for life! The moment the middle-aged Immortal Master heard that he might yet survive, he immediately declared that he would tell everything he knew.
Su Hao asked, "Why did you come to Molai Village and take away more than a dozen youths?"
Right from the start came a soul-piercing question that made the middle-aged Immortal Master's heart skip a beat. Still, he obediently replied, "To take disciples..."
Su Hao could not be bothered to waste words on him. He drew his blade and drove it into the man's shoulder, then twisted it back and forth.
The middle-aged Immortal Master immediately screamed, "I'll