In a valley nearly a thousand li west of the Immortal City.
Yan Liming controlled a Blue-Green Small Sword, swiftly killing the three low-level Boar Demons that lived there.
Then he approached their bodies and used the Blood Spirit Myriad Transformations Scripture to drain all three into dried husks. A look of contentment spread across his face.
Only after finishing all this did he return to the cave, sit cross-legged, and silently cultivate.
Yan Hengchuan had been thrown aside under a restriction, unable to move a muscle.
After a long while, Yan Liming finished refining the Boar Demons' blood essence and opened his eyes. A bloody gleam flashed through them and vanished.
He looked at Yan Hengchuan lying on the ground, amusement in his eyes. "Boy, have you made up your mind?"
Yan Hengchuan kept his eyes closed and ignored him.
Yan Liming stood, his tone peculiar. "I am a Core Formation True Person. Is taking a Rogue Cultivator like you as my servant really such an indignity?"
"You-you killed so many people. You're a Demon Cultivator! Besides, how can an immortal cultivator acknowledge someone else as his master?" Yan Hengchuan stumbled over his words, but finally spoke his mind.
Being called a Demon Cultivator did not anger Yan Liming in the slightest. Instead, he smiled.
He said indifferently, "The Demonic Path, the righteous path-it's all bullshit. As far as I'm concerned, there are only two kinds of immortal cultivators in this world. One kind advances fearlessly along the road to immortality, soaring in and out of the azure heavens: True Cultivators. The other spends a lifetime scraping along at the bottom, remaining in the lower levels of Qi Refining even in old age: Inferior Cultivators."
After saying this, he looked at Yan Hengchuan and suddenly asked, "What's your aptitude?"