Pull and pull, and out came Chen Xin.
Out came a Sword Douluo.
Two hard slaps later, he woke up.
One look at the enemy, and his heart trembled.
Trapped in Qian Xunji's hands, Chen Xin sank into despair. I wish I were dead.
He had fallen into the hands of someone powerful who fought dirty.
Damn it. Living like this was worse than dying.
"Kill me," Chen Xin said stubbornly. He wanted nothing more than death.
"If you want to die, that can be arranged." Qian Xunji took out the Power-Transmitting Secret Method.
All Chen Xin had to do was learn it and pass his cultivation to Qian San. Then he could die.
In truth, Qian Xunji had little interest in tormenting Chen Xin.
He was no reincarnated god, protagonist, heroine, or fairy-like beauty.
Qian Xunji could not be bothered to use any special methods on him himself.
After reading the Power-Transmitting Secret Method, Chen Xin broke out in a cold sweat. "What kind of evil art is this?"
A secret method that let a Spirit Master pass his own Soul Power and cultivation to someone else.
How was that different from Fallen Soul Masters who absorbed other people's Soul Power and life force?
"Watch your mouth. It's called the Power-Transmitting Secret Method, not an evil art." Qian Xunji gave Chen Xin a stern warning.
Otherwise, once Chen Xin reached the Underworld, Limit Douluo like Mu En, Ye Xishui, and Long Xiaoyao might gang up on him.
The Power-Transmitting Secret Method depended on a willing gift.
Evil arts plundered and devoured, forcibly taking another person's power against their will.
The first way of raising one's cultivation quickly did not make someone a Fallen Soul Master.
The second made them a target for everyone.
"I'll take you down with me,