A group of cultivators were itching to step forward and teach Lin Fan a lesson.
But when they thought of how powerful Lin Fan was, they simply did not dare attack without Venerable Lianhua's help.
Venerable Lianhua glanced back, and the cultivators immediately fell silent.
These cultivators were all Venerable Lianhua's granddisciples, and they knew how terrifying she was.
Venerable Lianhua had laid down many rules. Once, a granddisciple who broke them had been locked in a pitch-black dungeon for fifty years.
"Venerable Lianhua, his name is Lin Fan. He's a master fortune-teller."
Worried that Venerable Lianhua would attack, Han Bing stepped forward and said, "He can predict city-level disasters. He's done it many times and saved many people."
"He's of great use to this world. The higher-ups have also said they hope you'll show mercy and not kill him."
The moment she finished speaking.
Venerable Lianhua appeared before Han Bing, reached out, grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her into the air.
She said coldly, "This is my only chance to break through to the late Golden Core stage. Do you know how important this opportunity is to me?"
"If I lose this chance, even if I kill every one of you right now, the people above won't dare say a word!"
Icy killing intent spread outward.
A trace of fear appeared on Han Bing's face. She tried to struggle, only to discover that all the spiritual power in her body seemed to have been sealed at that moment.
"If you kill Han Bing, you'll never be able to break through to the Golden Core stage."
Lin Fan stepped forward. The Nine-Spirit Blood Lotus appeared in his right hand, but the instant he took it out, he put it back into System Storage.
While the Nine-Spirit Blood Lotus