The Cultivation World Was Simply This Unreasonable

"Whoosh..."

Feng Qinglan's Nascent Soul had just shot out of his body when Su Fan seized it in one hand.

The tiny figure, only a few inches tall, struggled violently, its twisted little face glaring viciously at him.

At that moment, Su Fan suddenly frowned. An intent had entered his mind.

"Boy, as long as you let Qinglan's Nascent Soul go, our Feng Family will agree to any demand you make..."

Oh, spare me.

After killing Feng Qinglan's physical body, he and the Feng Family were bound to become irreconcilable enemies.

Even if he spared Feng Qinglan's Nascent Soul, expecting the Feng Family to wipe the slate clean with him was impossible even if he used his butt to think about it.

"Smack..."

Su Fan exerted force with his right hand, instantly crushing the Nascent Soul in his grasp.

He could not help sighing. It seemed he could no longer keep it hidden.

A strand of the Feng Family's old monster's intent had actually been concealed inside Feng Qinglan's Nascent Soul just now.

Whatever happens, happens.

They had come to kill him. He could not possibly stretch out his neck and wait to be slaughtered, could he?

But the Cultivation World was simply this unreasonable.

Ordinary people generally did not dare provoke disciples of those super sects or descendants of powerful lineages. Once they got involved, there would be no end to it.

In any case, he had already killed them. At worst, he would flee for the rest of his life.

Su Fan was a lone wandering ghost. He had nothing to lose and feared no one with something to lose. If the Feng Family wanted revenge, they could bring it on.

He slapped his Portable Secret Realm at his waist and summoned Sister Zhen.

When Sister Zhen saw