Those empty promises had meant little before, when Ye Fan was still weak. Even selling him would not have yielded any resources. But as his cultivation rose higher and higher, expectations soared along with it. Surely they could squeeze a couple of pounds of oil out of him.
If all else failed, he could sell his blood. The blood of a Sacred Body was a sacred treasure that extended life; even refining the Nine-Turn Immortal Elixir required sacred blood.
"A Sacred Body is a treasure from head to toe. What a tonic!"
Lin Xian clicked his tongue. How did he know? He was a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body himself-he knew the ins and outs!
Blood of the same kind could nourish his own origin even better. Without having to refine away any impurities, he could directly elevate his flesh.
"Little Yezi, when will your Sacred Body reach great accomplishment?"
Lin Xian took out the slips of paper and counted them. They recorded the mountain of debts Emperor Zun Ye owed. Back when Ye Fan knew no better, he had thought Sacred Blood was worthless and casually offered ten pounds at a time.
Ten pounds of Sacred Blood, even discarded blood from a Great Accomplished Saint Physique, would be enough for someone in the Great Saint Realm to break through to Quasi-Emperor.
"Once my Sacred Body reaches great accomplishment, I'll be sure to repay you properly, honored elder."
Ye Fan wore a radiant smile, while inwardly he was already pondering when he could find a chance to tear up all those slips.
When his cultivation was low, he had been utterly shameless. But as his cultivation grew more profound, his dignity had become quite valuable too.
"Never mind repaying kindness. Give me ten pounds of Sacred Blood first. Yin Tiande needs