The moment he saw Lin Han enter, the man was terrified out of his wits. Before he could even kowtow and beg for mercy, Lin Han kicked him to the ground.
Thinking death was upon him, the young sect master had just opened his mouth to curse, ready to vent one last breath of spite before dying, when Lin Han flicked a finger. A streak of sword qi struck his crotch, followed by excruciating pain that tore through him.
The young sect master immediately let out a miserable howl. "Lin Han, you bastard! A man may be killed but not humiliated! If you've got the guts, give me a quick death!"
"A friend told me some days ago that, rather than killing people like you, it was better to humiliate you. I thought he made a lot of sense."
Lin Han grinned, crippled the brat's cultivation, then planted several restrictions within his body and soul.
These restrictions were like indelible brands, binding the brat's soul inside his body and preventing him from possessing anyone else.
From then on, he would spend the rest of his life as a eunuch without cultivation.
As long as he lived, he would serve as a living example, warning those in Central Divine Continent who had the makings of bootlickers.
Having finished all this, Lin Han felt his cultivation improve a little more. In high spirits, he left with a smile.
Only the pitiful wretch remained, weeping bitterly and cursing Lin Han for not being human, along with the bastard who had given him that idea and deserved to die even more.
After dealing with his target, Lin Han began searching everywhere for another one.
To him, what was cultivation?
Killing dogs was cultivation.
Back then, he had merely been a Golden Core cultivator with