The Confucian Sect's Haoran Sect

Yun Yi still wanted to try to persuade him. "Little Zhao, let me tell you, this Confucian Sect..."

Zhao Han hurriedly waved a hand to stop him.

"Uncle Yun, I've been a little tired these past few days from helping my sister escape. I need to get some rest and recover early."

Seeing how resolute Zhao Han was, Yun Yi stopped trying to persuade him.

"Then get some good rest, Little Zhao. If you need anything, tell the servants. If they can't handle it, have them inform me."

"You saved Ling'er's life, and you're an honored guest of the Yun Family. Whatever you ask for, I'll make sure you get it."

Zhao Han nodded and watched Yun Yi leave, then slowly closed the guest-room door.

He murmured to himself, "The Confucian Sect's Haoran Sect. Confucian scholars, righteous energy... sounds like a place full of bookworms."

"I'm overflowing with bloodlust and decisive in killing. I'm also carrying yin energy and Devil Qi. Going to a place like that would be like a mouse walking into a cat's den. I'd be asking for death."

Shaking his head, Zhao Han, with nothing better to do, took out the Finger Chopping Evil Blade and began chopping off his fingers.

He chopped his fingers all the time, whenever he had a spare moment.

By now, he had no idea how many times he'd done it. His fingers had been strengthened to an astonishing degree; they could even withstand a head-on clash with a Divine Domain Realm body.

While chopping his fingers, he also added zombies to the negative space inside his own space.

All these zombies had consumed the Burial Scripture. They only needed to be kept in the negative space and cultivated until he had fifty Unyielding Bones.

Then the Divine Zombie Control Spell