At the same time, Wu Changlian hated Lu Xiaotian even more. That brat was truly a chatterbox.
"Brother Wu, why are you so determined to kill a junior? If there's some irreconcilable grudge between you, why not tell this old man about it?" Nan Chendu pretended not to notice the terrifying look in Wu Changlian's eyes, wearing a genial smile like a kindly old gentleman.
"The grudge between that brat and me can't be resolved. Daoist Nan, it'd be best if you didn't meddle in other people's business." Wu Changlian's voice was icy. Under different circumstances, he could have treated the old man with courtesy. But the Misty Sword Embryo inside Lu Xiaotian was something he was determined to obtain. There was no room for negotiation.
"Our Abyss Hall happens to be in need of a fourth-grade Pill King. This young friend is on the verge of advancing to fourth grade; such a rare talent would be a pity to kill. With Brother Wu's strength, I doubt this young friend could truly have offended you. Why go so far as to exterminate a junior like him? If he has wronged you, Abyss Hall will offer you a generous gift as an apology."
Nan Chendu laughed heartily, entirely unfazed by the threat in Wu Changlian's tone. Without waiting for Wu Changlian to speak, he turned his attention to Lu Xiaotian. "Young friend, you're about to advance to fourth-grade Pill King, so you'd better tell the truth. Otherwise, I'm afraid even I won't be able to protect you."
"Several hundred years ago, in Yuanling City, I refined Silverleaf Buddhaheart Pills on behalf of people from the Danzhu Buddhist Sect. At the time, an expert from the sect was injured. The pill kept him alive and helped him recover from his wounds. I