As a demon cultivator, it makes sense to be cruel!

Fang Han, who was sitting in the private room of Wanbao Auction House, couldn't help but secretly gasped when he saw the final transaction price of this Foundation Establishment Pill.

"I didn't expect that a low-grade foundation-building pill could be sold for 6 yuan as a low-grade spiritual stone, tsk tsk tsk!"

Xiao He, who was sitting next to Fang Han and holding Fang Han's arm with both hands, heard Fang Han's murmur and looked at Fang Han in surprise with his clear eyes.

"Senior, although the Foundation Establishment Pill is useless to you now, it is still useless to slaves and slaves who have no background and no family."

"Undoubtedly, this is an opportunity to change your destiny!"

When Fang Han heard what Xiao He said, his expression didn't change at all. He just stretched out his hand, pinched Xiao He's face that was so tender that he could pinch it, and asked with a smile:

"Xiao He, what kind of spiritual root qualifications do you have?"

Xiao He was confused by Fang Han's sudden question, but he still respectfully answered Fang Han:

"Returning to the seniors, this servant has the qualifications of the Three Spiritual Roots. She was bought and trained by Wanbao Tower in the secular world since she was a child."

Fang Han asked casually, but when he learned that Xiao He had the qualification of three spiritual roots, he was a little surprised.

You must know that in the Cangnan Region, anyone with three spiritual roots who joins the four major sects, no matter which sect they are, can directly become an outer disciple.

But Wanbao Tower actually only trains people with three spiritual roots to become maids to serve guests.

"Xiao He, I can accept you as my maid. I wonder if you are willing to come with me!"

Fang Han looked at Xiao He again and found that Xiao He was superior in both appearance and figure, and was on par with the Shangguan Yun sisters.

It just so happened that little He Linggen was pretty good, so Fang Han planned to accept her as a candidate for his maid in the Void Spirit Cave.

"Slave, Xiao He pays homage to the master!"

When Xiao He saw that Fang Han wanted to accept her as a maid, he immediately stood up and knelt in front of Fang Han without any hesitation.

Even the title was changed to Master Fang Han. Everything went so smoothly that Fang Han couldn't help but be stunned.

Seeing that Xiao He agreed so decisively, Fang Han was speechless for a while. Xiao He was very smart and could see Fang Han's concerns at a glance.

"Master, please rest assured. Although this servant is trained by Wanbao Tower, I can swear an oath of heaven to you. In the future, I will only be loyal to my master and never betray him."

Suddenly, Fang Han, who had always been expressionless, showed a gentle smile on his face. He looked at Xiao He who was kneeling in front of him and said with a smile:

"Since you are so determined, I will accept you as my maid for the time being."

After Fang Han finished speaking, he motioned to Xiao He, who was kneeling in front of him, to swear an oath of heaven.

When Xiao He saw that Fang Han was willing to accept her as a maid, he looked at Fang Han without hesitation and said firmly:

"My slave, He Shuyue, hereby swears an oath that from now on, she will only be loyal to her master. Everything will be done in the interest of her master. If she violates this, both her spirit and soul will be destroyed and she will never be reincarnated again!"

After Xiao He made the oath of heaven, he felt a mysterious force entering his body. It seemed that as long as he dared to violate the previous oath, his soul would really be destroyed, which made Xiao He feel a chill down his spine.

After Xiao He made the oath of heaven, Fang Han looked at her with a softened gaze.

Fang Han reached out to float in the void, and Xiao He, who was still kneeling, was involuntarily dragged up by an invisible force.

"It turns out your real name is He Shuyue. Yes, it sounds nice. It's much better than Xiao He's rustic name before!"

"As long as the master likes it!"

He Shuyue smiled gently, bowed to Han Qian, and then sat back down next to Fang Han. Fang Han was not angry when he saw this.

"He Shuyue only has the oath of heaven, but I still don't trust you. Are you willing to let me control part of your soul?"

Fang Han looked at He Shuyue as if joking, but his eyes were fixed on him, and the expression on He Shuyue's face changed.

"Master, please do it, slave Shu Yue is willing!"

Seeing this, He Shuyue nodded in agreement without any hesitation. Fang Han stopped talking nonsense and directly reached out and penetrated He Shuyue's sea of ​​consciousness with a burst of demonic energy.

In an instant, a white light ball was pulled out from He Shuyue's sea of ​​consciousness. Fang Han raised his hand and directly sent the white light ball into his own sea of ​​consciousness, sealing it with his own powerful divine consciousness.

After doing all this, Fang Han dispersed the demonic energy in his palms and glanced at He Shuyue, who was in pain but silent.

"You should adjust your breath and recover on your own first!"

Fang Han did not give He Shuyue the elixir to restore his soul. After giving the instructions, Fang Han looked at the light curtain in front of him.

At the same time, Wan Xianrou happened to take out the third lot. The moment Wan Xianrou uncovered the red cloth, a green branch on the tray caught Fang Han's eyes.

When Fang Han saw this green branch, his original uninterested expression disappeared and was replaced by a shocked spirit.

"This is a section of soul-nurturing wood, but I don't know how old this section of soul-nurturing wood is."

While Fang Han was looking forward to it, Wan Xianrou began to introduce the soul-nurturing tree.

"Fellow Taoists, the green spiritual wood in my hand is a 500-year-old soul-nurturing wood."

"This soul-nourishing wood has the effect of clearing away distracting thoughts in the mind and nourishing spiritual consciousness during practice."

"As for the other functions of the soul-nourishing wood, I think some fellow Taoists here may know it better than I do."

Wan Xianrou smiled as if she meant something, and spoke to the monks present.

In particular, Wan Xianrou's eyes stayed on the scene, and some of the monks revealed an evil aura around them for a long time.

"Wan Xianzi, please tell me the starting price of this soul-nurturing tree!"

Wan Xianrou saw that the atmosphere in the venue was already brought up by her, and then she announced the starting price of the soul-nurturing wood.

"The second-level spiritual wood, the soul-nourishing wood, has a starting price of 2 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones. Each increase in price must not be less than 500 yuan for low-grade spiritual stones."

Some of the Qi Refining monks who were ready to make a move suddenly felt cold in their hearts when Wan Xianrou reported to the lower level.

Fang Han, who was on the second floor of Wanbao Auction House, learned that this soul-nurturing tree was 500 years old. He was overjoyed and secretly made up his mind to get this soul-nurturing tree no matter what.

"As long as I get the soul-nurturing wood, I can integrate it into the soul-eating flag. At least I can upgrade the soul-eating flag to the point where it can be advanced to a top-grade spiritual weapon at most."

Although Fang Han was determined to get the soul-raising wood, he did not take action immediately. Instead, he planned to quote the price at the end. He was too lazy to slowly increase the price with the monks in the field.

"Twenty thousand spirits and five hundred low-grade spirit stones!"

At this time, the first sound of bidding for the soul-nurturing wood sounded in the field.

Fang Han, who had been paying attention to the light screen, glanced in the direction of the sound, and found that the person who spoke was a man, shrouded in a cloak, and exuding a sinister and evil aura.

"The old guy turned out to be a ghost cultivator, but this soul-nurturing tree is not something you, a twelfth-level Qi Refiner, can get your hands on."

The cloak used by the cloaked monk to cover himself was useless under Fang Han's powerful consciousness.

After discovering that the cloaked monk was just an old man who was an evil cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, Fang Han just sneered, closed his eyes and stopped paying attention to the old man.