Teacher Lan Qing looked deeply at Ye Han and said, "Do you think I'm joking with you? I'm serious!"
He paused, then pointed at the Demon God's Eye in Ye Han's palm. "Do you think this Demon God's Eye is the eye of some ordinary demonic beast? It's the eye of a True Demon, a high-ranking race among the Devil Race, not those lowly demonic beasts that can barely think straight!"
Then his expression turned strange again. "But why would this Demon God's Eye recognize your bloodline? It shouldn't have attached itself to your hand of its own accord. Did you obtain some opportunity from the Devil Race? Or a cultivation technique? Or... tsk! Tell me yourself. Don't make this old man guess!"
As Teacher Lan Qing spoke, he stared straight at Ye Han.
At those words, something stirred in Ye Han's heart. That could happen? Still, he could indeed feel the strange, violent surges of blood essence from the Demon God's Eye in his hand...
What was violently assailing his aura and soul was actually an attack from the Demon God's Eye's powerful demonic qi...
His bloodline, on the other hand, was barely affected.
As for the Devil Race cultivation techniques Teacher Lan Qing had mentioned, he had never learned any. The Heavenly Dragon Tyrant Body Art should have been a Demon Race cultivation technique...
Then what was the reason?
That's right!
A flash of realization crossed Ye Han's eyes. He finally understood what was happening.
The hand injured by the Absolute Frost Divine Sword and the Creation Immortal Stone together had also been his right hand...
He had thought he had simply been careless and should never have touched the Demon God's Eye. It turned out his right hand wasn't simply plagued by misfortune.
Rather, the right hand