His guess had been right after all. Luck could not be replicated. But after seeing his own Fate Traits, his eyes lit up, and he even looked somewhat excited.
Chen Liu's Fate Traits were actually all his. In other words, even Fate Traits would be inherited along with them.
Then things like bloodlines would definitely be inherited as well.
At that moment, Ye Lin admitted that he had still underestimated this place. No wonder Murong Hanxuan had looked at him so strangely after he had saved Murong Hanxuan earlier.
If he had known this sooner, he would have dealt with Murong Hanxuan back then. Why would he have saved him?
Compared to his own interests, what did a little favor count for?
In this world where people devoured people, those without a ruthless heart could never stand firm.
But now... it seemed possible as well. Killing Murong Hanxuan now would hardly take any effort. It would be a matter of three breaths for Ye Lin.
But... he still did not want to be the sort of man who pulled up his pants and turned heartless.
Murong Hanxuan had also gone to great lengths to kill Chen Liu. Ye Lin would not be someone who tore down the bridge after crossing the river.
After all, hunting with two people was much easier than hunting alone. Just like this time—if it had only been him, he would never have been able to deal with Chen Liu.
After all, Chen Liu was the son of the Flower Race's patriarch, the son of a Golden Immortal. The knowledge and resources instilled in him since childhood were as far removed from Ye Lin's as heaven was from earth.
For cultivators raised in such vastly different environments, Ye Lin admitted that in a true one-on-one fight—especially