Sang Luo glanced at him and could see that this guy's hands and feet were basically broken. If he wasn't a puppet practitioner, he would be a cripple now.
"I think you didn't understand what I meant."
She lowered her body slightly, raised her foot to kick him, turned him over, and spoke slowly,
"Your life is now in my hands. If I want you to live, you will live. If I want you to die, you will die. I have the final say."
If you cure him, aren't you causing trouble for yourself?
The male cultivator gritted his teeth as he listened.
"Then what if after I tell you, you kill me to silence me?!"
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this.
"This is easy to handle."
The male cultivator raised his eyes and looked at her.
He was lying on his back, like a bastard who couldn't turn over.
He swore that he had never been as humiliated as he was today in his life.
He looked at Sang Luo,
"You swear?"
The corners of Sang Luo's lips were slightly raised,
"If you accept me as your lord and become my servant, I will save you."
The male cultivator's face turned green when he heard this.
"Acknowledge you as my master?!"
Damn, this woman looks young and her tone is not young.
Sang Luo didn't waste any time, put the sword directly on his neck, and asked him indifferently,
"Choose for yourself, life or death?"
With the sword on his neck, how could he have any choice?
The male cultivator squeezed out a sentence through his teeth,
"I choose students!"
It has been more than a thousand years, and he has managed to survive until now. He must not die!
Sang Luo raised his hand to form a seal and directly injected a drop of blood into his spiritual platform.
The master-servant spirit seal is submerged into the spiritual platform, and the master-servant contract is completed.
The man closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and looked at Sang Luo with a smile.
"Please master, please save me."
A man can bend and stretch.
Isn't it just a master-servant contract?
It doesn't matter.
Sang Luo looked at the fake smile on his face and turned his head to look at Zhang Jianting,
"Save him."
Zhang Jianting didn't say much at the moment. He took out an immortal elixir from his storage bag and fed it into the man's mouth. He connected his severed hands and feet with a few clicks and tutted,
"It's your luck to meet me."
The elixir enters the abdomen, and under the nourishment of the medicinal power, the spiritual veins in the man's body begin to repair.
Xinglan stood behind Song Qingyun, watching Zhang Jianting's movements, and silently remembered them in her heart.
Sang Luo didn't care and just let him go.
Children don't feel safe. If they want to learn more, then learn more.
After another quarter of an hour, the man recovered.
Sang Luo glanced at him,
"Tell me, what's going on?"
The man got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said,
"This place is controlled by people from the Tiantian Sect. The so-called quota is just a scam. They will steal the luck, spiritual energy, and even everything of the immortals here."
Sang Luo heard this and said,
"Any more?"
The man's eyes widened as he listened.
"Isn't this enough?"
Sang Luo raised his eyebrows slightly,
"To be honest, it's not enough."
The man took a deep breath,
"If we want to get out of this place, we can only work together to kill the immortal."
"The internal management of Dao Ancestor Mietian is chaotic and there are not many rules. If you kill the immortal stationed here, you can take his place. This is the only way to pass this place."
"Kill, replace?"
Sang Luo laughed,
"That's interesting."
She said, looking up at the man,
"So, if I kill the Holy Son of the Mie Tian Dao Sect, can I replace him and become the new Holy Son?"