Qin Fengming suppressed the delight surging in his heart and looked toward the towering statue before him. A dazzling gleam flashed through his eyes.
"Old Man Daoyan, when you chose this Qin as your blood-bodied vessel for raising Gu in your divine soul, you surely never imagined that this Qin would be completely unaffected by your restrictions.
"Although your Blood Soul Talisman inscriptions originated from an Immortal Realm technique, you could never have imagined that this Qin's soul essence had once entered a strange, vast divine-soul energy and been nourished within it. Moreover, those divine-soul inscriptions of yours were directly purified by that incomparably pure divine-soul liquid.
"Without those divine-soul inscriptions reinforcing them within this Qin's body, all the methods you arranged have no effect on this Qin whatsoever. Since you were unjust first, this Qin will no longer show you any regard. Your statue will be destroyed here today."
Qin Fengming looked at the statue and suddenly spoke.
As his voice rang out, a ruthless intent suddenly surged from his chest, making his entire person look several degrees more ferocious.
Qin Fengming had never hated a familiar cultivator so deeply. Even when Fairy Lan had pursued him until his life hung by a thread, he had not developed much resentment toward her.
The Cultivation World was, in essence, a world filled with brutality and slaughter. Being plotted against, having treasures seized, and fighting over resources happened one after another. Qin Fengming had long since grown accustomed to it.
However, he had never before been treated like a fool, sold into bondage, and then made to count the money for his own sale.
Ancestor Daoyan's actions had undoubtedly made Qin Fengming experience such an utterly foolish affair. Any favorable impression Qin Fengming had held toward Ancestor Daoyan had long since