Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

In his view, respecting the master is the fundamental rule of their existence, and any frivolous words may violate this bottom line.

Li Shentong sensed the seriousness of the Demon Sect elder and quickly retracted his joking attitude and hastily corrected his address: "Yes, Master, Master!"

There was a hint of discomfort in his voice, and he was obviously shocked by the stern warning from the Demon Sect Elder.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Li Shentong changed the subject. When he saw the close communication between the Demon Sect elder and the little foodie, he also had the urge to get close to this legendary beast.

So, he carefully stretched out his hand, trying to imitate the Demon Sect elder and touch the little foodie's smooth feathers.

However, just as his hand was about to touch the little foodie, the little foodie suddenly screamed, turned his body swiftly, and pecked at Li Shentong's hand.

This sudden attack surprised Li Shentong. He instinctively dodged and narrowly avoided the little foodie's attack.

This scene made the atmosphere in the entire courtyard suddenly become somewhat awkward and funny.

Li Shentong stood there, touching his nose awkwardly, realizing that his previous actions might have been a bit too rash.

The Demon Sect elder looked at Li Shentong's embarrassed expression due to the sudden attack of the Little Foodie and laughed in his heart, but he couldn't help but admire the alertness and sensitivity shown by the Little Foodie.

He knew that in this complex and ever-changing continent, owning such a spiritual pet was definitely a huge fortune for Lin Fan.

Li Shentong's attention was completely attracted by the little foodie at this moment. He finally let go of his previous embarrassment and began to observe the little foodie carefully.

When he sensed that Little Foodie had almost reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage, he was so surprised that he couldn't help but blurt out, "This Three-legged Golden Crow has reached the peak of the Golden Core Stage!"

This amazement contained deep envy for Lin Fan. After all, it was extremely rare in the entire Ancient Continent for a cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining to own a spiritual pet at the peak of Golden Core Stage.

"A cultivator at the peak of Qi Refining actually has a spiritual pet at the peak of Golden Core Stage!"

Li Shentong's voice was full of disbelief.

In his heart, Lin Fan's image became more and more mysterious, as if he was a person who was particularly favored by the God of Destiny.

The Demon Sect elder seemed unusually calm about Li Shentong's shock, as if all this was within his expectations.

He added slowly: "Let me add that this cultivator has two subordinates who are at least at the peak of the Golden Core Realm!"

The meaning of this sentence is self-explanatory.

Even Gong Baizhan, the elder of the Demon Sect, and Li Shentong, known as the Sword God, became Lin Fan's subordinates by accident and coincidence.

Hearing the Demon Sect elder's words, Li Shentong couldn't help but sigh. The shock and envy in his heart turned into a helpless sigh: "This, can't be compared!"

His voice was full of powerlessness and recognition. He knew that the gap between himself and Lin Fan could not be measured simply by cultivation.

In Lin Fan's secret room, everything seemed exceptionally peaceful.

Only Lin Fan was sitting on the ground. In front of him were two storage rings emitting a faint light. These were the spoils he had just obtained from the two ghost cultivators.

There was a glimmer of anticipation in Lin Fan's eyes. He knew that in this ancient world, every piece of trophy might hide a shocking secret or huge wealth.

As Lin Fan's mind moved, the items in the storage ring began to appear in front of him one by one.

Although those dim and ancient weapons were of little use to Lin Fan, he found a suitable home for them in the second floor of the Chaos Tower.

Lin Fan carefully placed these weapons on the second floor of the Chaos Tower. Each one seemed to tell the glory and vicissitudes of the past.

Then, he took out piles of spirit stones, which emitted a faint light and appeared particularly dazzling in the secret room.

Lin Fan carefully placed these spirit stones into the first floor of the Chaos Tower. The originally piled spirit stones had already formed two spirit stone veins!

In addition, Lin Fan also found some sundries and medicinal herbs, which were of unknown value to him but could not be ignored.

He decided to put all these items into the vast space of the Chaos Immortal Palace and hand them over to Li Shentong and the elders of the Demon Sect to identify and recognize them.

In Lin Fan's opinion, every seemingly ordinary item may hide unknown value.

When Lin Fan searched to the deepest part of the storage space, his eyes suddenly focused. There was a booklet hidden there.

The booklet is shiny black, as if it has absorbed traces of countless touches, making people wonder what it has been through to be so cherished by its previous owner.

When you open the first page, what catches your eye are four simple seal characters for "Soul Devouring". The brushstrokes are vigorous, as if every word contains profound power.

Lin Fan stared at these four words and felt a chill rising from the pages of the book and penetrating into his heart.

The text below describes this skill in detail: After destroying the enemy, devour the enemy's soul or spirit to enhance one's own vitality or magic power, and even use it to quickly improve one's own cultivation.

This skill allows ghost cultivators to achieve extremely rapid growth in a short period of time, but it also hides huge risks - if they encounter a cultivator with extremely strong soul power, the ghost cultivator may suffer soul backlash and eventually become a substitute for the cultivator whose soul was devoured.

Lin Fan felt a little uneasy, as if he could sense the wailing and unwillingness of those monks whose souls were devoured in the darkness.

He remembered the four ghost cultivators he had met in the dense forest of Jinque Mountain before. The cold and deathly aura emanating from them made people shudder.

How many cultivators' souls must be devoured to achieve that level of cultivation?

Lin Fan couldn't help but feel a little creepy. Is this kind of evil magic really worth practicing?

He closed the booklet and took a deep breath of the cool air, trying to dispel the gloom in his heart.

The figures of those ghost cultivators and their cold, ruthless eyes seemed to still appear in front of his eyes. Lin Fan knew that although this power was powerful, the cost and risk hidden behind it were equally huge.

"It's better not to practice this kind of evil magic."

Lin Fan whispered to himself, having already made a decision in his mind.

He looked at the booklet in his hand again, as if hesitating whether to destroy it so as to prevent this terrible skill from falling into the hands of others again.

As the night breeze gently passed by the window, bringing with it waves of coolness, Lin Fan involuntarily, driven by curiosity, turned to the last few pages of the ancient book.

However, to his surprise, the pages were completely dark, as dark as the abyss, without any trace of words or symbols.