Yan Nan glanced at him. "You're not convinced?"
"Subordinate..."
Fang Che's heart pounded. This old bastard isn't trying to trick me, is he?
If I admit it and walk right into his trap... I'll probably get beaten to death, right?
Yan Nan knew at a glance what the brat was thinking and couldn't help snorting. "Resisting to the bitter end?"
"I really didn't..."
Fang Che pulled a long face.
Smack! A slap clipped him across the scalp, and Fang Che went plop onto the ground.
Yan Nan lowered her head and looked at him with a contemptuous gaze. "Brat, don't say I'm wronging you. Your cultivation is too low. You've never killed a high-rank Demon Beast, and you lack experience. You don't understand the principles involved. Today, I'll properly make up that lesson for you!"
Fang Che knew he was done for the instant he heard that.
His eyes went rigid.
Yan Nan snorted. "Night Demon, I'll teach you a basic fact today. For a spirit pearl like this, on a Demon Beast of this level, the minimum is two! One in the head and one in the dantian. From ancient times to the present, there have never been exceptions!"
With a bang, she kicked Fang Che again, sending him flying three feet off the ground before he landed flat on his back. "This is common knowledge to every high-level cultivator, yet you little bastard actually dared to embezzle it!"
Fang Che broke into a drenching sweat. So that's how it is!?
What a blunder!
Yan Nan extended her hand, her tone leaving no room for argument. "There are definitely two! Hand it over! You damned thing! There are two in total, and you actually had the guts to embezzle half! You're really getting bold!"
Fang Che breathed a sigh