"Ah... junior, how dare you?"
A piercing scream rang out across the Immortal Island. It came from the Ancestress of the Silverblood Demon Tree clan, whose aged face was both contorted and deathly pale.
Even the White Tortoise Carrying an Immortal trembled at the sight.
What was Lin Fan doing?
He had actually extracted a Cult Master's primordial spirit and carved the tree's body into a lounge chair. To twist the knife further, he had chopped it down right before the ancestor's eyes.
"Hiss... this fellow Daoist is rather ruthless!" The White Tortoise sucked in a cold breath.
That was not all. Lin Fan had also plundered everything the Silver Blood Demon Race had accumulated over hundreds of generations and was carefully counting his spoils.
"You little thief! You killed my clansmen and wiped out my descendants! You'll die a wretched death!" The silver-haired elder glared so fiercely that he nearly spat blood.
Unfortunately, only his primordial spirit remained now. His body had been refined, leaving him helpless. Even if he spat anything out, it could only be primordial spirit power.
"Heh, so you're allowed to force people everywhere to undergo tribulations, but your own clan can't be wiped out? As the saying goes, who has Heaven ever spared?" Lin Fan sneered.
The reason he had kept this old bastard alive was to study him, because after essence refining into qi came Qi Refining into Spirit.
That step involved the primordial spirit and was fraught with danger. One mistake could scatter his soul to the winds.
Thus, he could not casually risk his own life. He needed some research subjects to serve as lab rats.
"You... mmph..."
The Silver Blood Demon Race Ancestress tried to curse him again, but Lin Fan cast a spell first, sealed her mouth, and tossed