Madly Enraged, Successfully Slayed

"If your soul scatters and your spirit dissipates, you'll get nothing—and only let others profit for nothing."

After a pause, Bloodforged Patriarch looked again at Sikong Jing's severed left arm and abruptly softened his tone. "Your left hand is gone, but I can restore it with a secret technique. You've seen it yourself—I'm repairing my body right now."

As he spoke, he pointed at his recovering body and continued...

"You're still young. I can recommend you to cultivate at Dragon Controlling Mountain and guarantee that you'll rise above the masses."

"You've heard of Holy Dragon Academy, haven't you?"

"But that is merely a tiny branch of my Dragon Controlling Mountain. Once you become a disciple of Dragon Controlling Mountain, when you arrive at Holy Dragon Academy in the Eastern Plains Northern Lands, even its academy master will have to kneel and pay respects to you."

"I can also give you a great number of treasures, enough for you to swagger sideways even across the Central Plains."

To keep Sikong Jing from risking his life, Bloodforged Patriarch offered one generous benefit after another.

Sikong Jing was somewhat taken aback. So Holy Dragon Academy had backing in the Central Plains too; it was not only Way of Heaven Academy that did.

If it were anyone else, they would surely have wavered before such temptation.

Especially ordinary people of the Eastern Plains Northern Lands—especially Holy Dragon Academy students. Just imagining the academy master of the Central Academy kneeling to greet them was thrilling enough.

But Bloodforged Patriarch had encountered Sikong Jing...

Seeing Sikong Jing's gaze flickering continuously, Bloodforged Patriarch thought he had succeeded. He gave a sinister chuckle. "You may acknowledge me as your master now. From this moment on, you are my final disciple."

His expression relaxed, and his tone turned lofty