This Guy Was Nothing but Trouble

Su Fan's gaze turned cold, and dense blood-red witch patterns surfaced all over his body.

"Buzz..."

Immediately afterward, centered around him, a blood-red witch formation several dozen feet across took shape.

"Kid, why are you looking for me again..."

Although Su Fan clearly sensed impatience from the thoughts of that great figure from the Witch Realm, he paid it no mind at all.

"Senior, there are a few things about the Witchcraft Path I would like to ask you about..."

"Do you think I have nothing better to do? Don't bother me again..."

Receiving that great figure's thoughts, Su Fan nearly laughed aloud. It seemed this old geezer was truly angry.

I'm idle anyway. If I don't bother you, who else am I supposed to bother?

"If Senior agrees to answer this disciple's questions, this disciple will offer the flesh and blood of one Nascent Soul Realm cultivator as a sacrifice every day..."

"You are not a disciple of my Witchcraft School. How could I pass on my school's orthodoxy to you..."

Although the old geezer's thoughts sounded decisive and resolute, Su Fan understood what he meant. He was merely trying to raise the price.

"How about this? Two Nascent Soul Realm cultivators' corpses every day. If that still isn't enough, then forget it..."

After a while, that great figure from the Witchcraft School sent over another thought.

"Although you have quite a connection with our Witchcraft School, you are ultimately a disciple of the Daoist School..."

The old geezer had obviously loosened his stance. He simply wanted Su Fan to raise his offer a little more.

"Three. I truly can't offer any more than that..."

After receiving Su Fan's thought, the other party finally agreed, but he raised the price as well.

"Five corpses a day. I will teach