Stillbone Forest, in the distance.
"No wonder he's your prized disciple, Brother Chu. Just those two glances nearly had me thinking your second disciple really was a pure Blood Qi Evil Cultivator."
Yuyang Daozi looked toward the towering Blood Qi ahead, his face full of wonder.
Chu Xingchen declared righteously:
"Less of that. My second disciple practices the Mystic Sect's True Dharma. He doesn't like hearing that."
"Speaking of which, whose Mystic Sect True Dharma has such vivid colors?"
"Mine."
"Your second disciple doesn't eat people, does he?"
"Whose Mystic Sect True Dharma involves eating people? My disciple just looks a little fierce. Your Great Dao Sect has the Mind-Reading Art. Can't you tell whether my disciple's heart is good or bad?" Chu Xingchen glanced over.
"Keep talking nonsense, and I'll have my second disciple come eat you."
Yuyang Daozi shrugged. The Great Dao Sect did indeed have a Mind-Reading Art, which could gauge a person's somewhat subjective good and evil, but it only worked on cultivators whose cultivation was lower than his own.
In his eyes, these Spell Arts were something of a chicken rib—of little use, yet a pity to discard.
It was generally used to screen incoming disciples.
However, subjective good and evil were mostly murky. After all, no one was a flawless, purely good person.
Still, those who cultivated Blood Qi using living people were extremely easy to distinguish.
The evil that looked like spilled ink at a glance was exceedingly obvious.
Yet in Yuyang Daozi's eyes, Li Xingtian, wreathed in Blood Qi, was not only not black, but even leaned somewhat toward white.
After just those two glances, even if Li Xingtian really ate people, Yuyang Daozi would think he ate people who deserved to die.
There simply weren't many opportunities to tease Chu Xingchen.