"Something's wrong. What are you doing?" Before Nan Yan Boy could finish speaking, he sensed something amiss. A faint, extremely subtle fragrance was spreading in every direction.
"Snow-Burial Flower Bait! Damn it, are you trying to ruin this top-grade Yin-Ice Bat Sand?" Nan Yan Boy realized what was happening and flew into a rage. "What are you trying to do?"
Once Snow-Burial Flower Bait met this top-grade Yin-Ice Bat Sand, the two would fuse at an astonishing speed. It wouldn't destroy the sand outright.
But once the bait had mixed into it, the sand's power would be affected to some extent when he tried to unleash it.
To Nan Yan Boy, that was no different from ruining the potential of this top-grade Yin-Ice Bat Sand. When experts clashed, the difference between life and death could be decided in an instant.
Nan Yan Boy's talent for cultivation was rare, but his congenital deformity had earned him the scorn of many, leaving him with a somewhat extreme temperament. Later, to advance further, he switched to demonic cultivation and even fused himself into the Nan Yan Demon Pearl.
The world believed he had destroyed his Dao Path and cut off his prospects in the Nether-Raksha Heavenly Court. Only he knew the truth.
Given the path he planned to follow, it was only a matter of time before the Nether-Raksha Heavenly Court rejected him—or he turned against it.
But Nan Yan Boy didn't care. He sought to reach his own limits. In the eyes of others, he had already become neither human nor ghost, but in truth, a sliver of life remained for him.
According to the Nan Yan Demon Canon he cultivated, as long as he obtained this top-grade Yin-Ice Bat Sand, even if he completely fused himself into the Nan Yan Demon