Yes, unlike the vast majority of people, Ye Chen had a spiritual root with dual talents.
Only Ye Chen and his master knew about this.
He had thought this would be his final trump card. Who could have imagined he would encounter something like this?
At that moment, Ye Chen would rather never have awakened his dual-talented spiritual root.
That agony was like having his skin peeled off and his tendons ripped out. Knowing he would have to endure it again, how could Ye Chen not despair?
Yan Wei felt the exact opposite. His heart brimmed with delight. "Heavens! It's actually a thunder attribute spiritual root, and it's Earth Rank too! I've really hit the jackpot this time!"
"D-don't kill me. Please, please..." Ye Chen's words were utterly abject.
Yan Wei paid no attention and still administered no anesthetic, mainly because he had none.
Of course, there was an alternative. The Paralysis Spell was a very basic, extremely simple introductory cultivation technique.
Anyone with even a little talent could learn it in half a day.
But what could be done when Yan Wei had a twisted fondness for watching people suffer?
He wrapped his palm in spiritual qi, reached through the incision into Ye Chen's dantian again, and seized the Earth Rank Thunder Spiritual Root.
Then he abruptly exerted his strength and ripped it out!
"..." The agony of having his innate spiritual roots forcibly stripped away twice killed Ye Chen outright.
His eyes and mouth were wide open. He was dead beyond any doubt, and his body was rapidly growing cold.
A tear trickled from the outer corner of his eye.
In his previous life, Chen Mu had seen plenty of news reports about kidneys being harvested without anesthetic in a certain country.
Who could have imagined that, after