"Given your friendship with Master, my lord, he probably... won't."
Chen Li was a resentful ghost. Before entering the Blood Fiend Cave, he could not produce an actual voice and could only communicate through divine sense.
Now, however, he could control the vibrations of his ashes to produce human speech. His strength had clearly grown considerably.
"Ah!"
Liu Xianzong scratched his head, took a shirt from his Storage Bag, and put it on. He then looked down at his broad, rough, dark-red palms, his face still clouded with worry.
His six months in the Blood Fiend Cave had not been without gains.
For the first two weeks or so, he had followed Lin Mo's instructions, ignoring the resentful energy and killing intent here to focus entirely on cultivating and raising his cultivation.
Only after he had exhausted all the spirit spring water and spirit stones Lin Mo had given him did his cultivation speed plummet. By then, Chen Li had already absorbed most of the resentful energy and killing intent here, leaving them unable to threaten Liu Xianzong.
In the days that followed, Liu Xianzong and Chen Li gradually grew familiar with each other. To curry favor with Lin Mo, Chen Li had actually taught Liu Xianzong how to absorb resentful energy and killing intent.
Cultivators could indeed absorb resentful energy and killing intent, but Chen Li was a resentful ghost, vastly different from a cultivator.
Ordinary cultivators used special secret arts to absorb resentful energy and killing intent, refining them into formidable treasures of slaughter.
Liu Xianzong, however, had drawn the resentful energy and killing intent directly into his body, causing it to mutate until he became what he was now.
"Senior Brother Liu... huh?"
Just then, a voice brimming with joy suddenly rang out from a bend in