"Black Demon Sect cultivators?!"
After the celebration, Aaron climbed out from a heap of jade-like arms, draped on an outer robe, came outside, and gazed at the bright moon in the sky.
"This is truly something to look forward to... I wonder if there are any life-shortening demonic arts or spells I can cultivate?"
"This Black Demon Sect comes from Great Qian. Even if this is only a branch helm, its subordinates should have some good things, right?"
He felt that his innate gift of immortality was quite compatible with certain demonic arts, such as the Demonic Flame Art!
He had once entertained thoughts of the Black Demon Sect's cultivation techniques.
Unfortunately, the Black Demon Sect was too far away, and far too close to the battlefield. Aaron had no desire to be caught in the crossfire.
In fact, Aaron had secretly collected Black Blood Sect techniques before, only to discover that cultivating those demonic arts required changing one's primary cultivation technique.
Moreover, he generally operated within the sphere of the righteous path, and being a demonic cultivator came with many inconveniences, so he had abandoned the idea.
If he could obtain some demonic secret arts this time that could be cultivated without changing his technique, it would be more than worth the price!
'And the Li Family clansmen... Heh... Seeing this old man declining like the sun sinking behind the western hills, they're thinking of climbing another high branch?'
Aaron knew Li Yaotian's thoughts perfectly well.
As he pondered them carefully now, he seemed to understand the sorrow of ancient emperors in their twilight years.
He was growing older day by day, while his sons were in the full bloom of youth, and the ministers scrambled to pledge themselves... Were they treating this old man as if he were