Lu Chen paused, then nodded to Li City God at his side. "My lord has already done more than enough. How could I trouble you to use something as damaging to your virtue as the Soul-Searching Art?"
The Well Dragon King had mentioned it before.
If a deity acted against a mortal, they had to pay a tremendous price in merit.
This soul-searching technique inflicted immense damage upon the soul, even worse than damage to the physical body.
Naturally, Lu Chen would not force Li City God's hand.
"Leave the rest to this junior."
"Good. Please proceed, General!"
Lu Chen nodded and looked again at the vicious man. "Speak. Why did you employ wicked arts to harm the common people?"
"Hmph. Brat, the City God treats you with such respect. Looks like you have quite the background." The burly man surnamed Qiu sneered. "Since that is the case, you should know exactly what this method is for. Why ask when you already know?"
A faint cold smile played on Lu Chen's lips. "You want to become a Ghost Immortal? Brother, your blood and vitality are boiling so fiercely that even the chains on City God Street can barely hold you. With a build like yours, you could live another seventy or eighty years—perhaps even a full century. And you want to become a Ghost Immortal? Do you take me for a fucking idiot? That easy to fool?!"
"Hmph, brat, what the fuck do you know! What I cultivate is an unrevealed secret art. Shedding the shackles of this fleshly body and becoming a Ghost Immortal is a tremendous opportunity! How many years can ordinary mortals live? With my cultivation, one hundred and fifty years is already the limit of my lifespan. But Ghost Immortals live at least three hundred years,