Shen Bing was dumbfounded and hurriedly asked, "Then how powerful would someone need to be to capture a Great Luo Golden Immortal Remnant Soul?"
"At least a peak Golden Immortal," Lu Ban said.
The corner of Shen Bing's mouth twitched. He makes that sound so easy. Do you have the strength of a peak Golden Immortal yourself?
"Immortal Friend Ban Shu, how did you capture those twelve Great Luo Golden Immortal Remnant Souls in the first place?"
It was only natural for Shen Bing to ask. As far as he knew, Lu Ban was nowhere near the peak of the Golden Immortal level. After all, the man devoted all his energy to crafting machinery. His own strength was limited; even being a True Immortal would be impressive enough.
Lu Ban smiled. "How could a humble god like me have the strength to capture Great Luo Golden Immortal Remnant Souls? I acquired all twelve of mine through trades with other immortals. These remnant souls are of no use to other immortals, so even if they obtain one, it has no value to them. Before I ascended to the Immortal Realm, there were no immortals there like the Craftsman God. The puppets I made were in great demand, so trading them for a few things was no problem. Even this island was something I acquired through a trade."
What could Shen Bing do but admire him? He admired both Lu Ban's abilities and his luck.
But once that admiration passed, Shen Bing felt a headache coming on.
Damn, a peak Golden Immortal? I'm not even a Golden Immortal yet. I've got a long way to go before reaching the peak.
Even if he ate that Nine-Turn Golden Core Pill, he still would not meet the requirement.
The problem was that he needed