Han You saw the look on Lu Ren's face. His brows drew together, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "Lu Ren, don't push your luck!"
"Hahaha! Huang Quan Mie, you're counting your chickens far too loudly. Why not give me all your immortal cores? Once I've grown stronger, I'll secretly help you become sect master!"
Lu Ren laughed.
Huang Quan Mie flew into a rage. Veins bulged on his forehead. "Lu Ren, know your place. You're only a cultivator the Wuyue Clan's leader has taken an interest in. You're not her son, nor are you a direct descendant of the Wuyue Clan. You can't beat those people!"
"You're right. Since you want to win me over, you should give me a taste of the benefits first. Give me ten thousand immortal cores, and I'll agree!"
Lu Ren smiled.
Huang Quan Mie was furious, and Han You was even more incensed.
"Lu Ren, Senior Brother Huang Quan Mie has already given you a chance. Don't be ungrateful. Offend the Yellow Springs Immortal Sect, and the instant you leave the Immortal Dream Pavilion, you'll be blasted to death!"
Han You's voice was cold.
"Anyone can promise the moon. You just want my immortal cores. These fifteen thousand cores should boost my strength quite a bit!"
Lu Ren sneered.
"Then let's see whether you have the strength to take those things out with you!"
Huang Quan Mie's face turned livid. He took Han You and walked away.
Watching them leave, Lu Ren's expression gradually grew grave. What Huang Quan Mie had said had indeed opened his eyes.
In the end, he was merely a disciple who had ascended from a lower realm. Even if he had no desire to fight for anything, if he helped the Wuyue Clan take