I'm the emperor from the start, and you want me to keep the three-year agreement?

梵天 City.

“Lord, look.”

Ma Zhixuan led Lin Ning into Fantian City, requesting the latter to observe the wounds on these casters.

The wounds on each caster were the same, smooth and flat, not like they had been gnawed on by some monster.

However, those casters truly felt their limbs being gnawed on while they were half-conscious.

Lin Ning crouched down and carefully observed these positions, "The spiritual energy in your bodies is still circulating, but it is interrupted in your limbs."

The spiritual energy in cultivators' bodies flows throughout their entire bodies. For these injured people in Fantian City, the spiritual energy in their limbs has been interrupted.

Even if they have a way to reconnect their arms and thighs, they will only be decorations. They will never be able to activate spiritual energy in their arms in this lifetime.

Ma Zhixuan's expression was solemn. He said helplessly, "Looking at these methods, I always feel like it's同行 (competitors) causing trouble, not wanting us to forge weapons anymore."

“However, even the headquarters of the Casting Pavilion has been destroyed. How could their remnants have such strange abilities?”

Besides the headquarters, the Casting Pavilion has other branches.

The Casting Pavilion acted domineeringly. Now that the headquarters has fallen, how could the branches fare well? Most of the casters in these branches have been killed by many forces in the Ancient Wilderness Continent.

Even if there are still survivors, could they do such a strange thing?

Ma Zhixuan didn't believe it.

“Let’s take a look tonight.” Lin Ning observed for a while, but didn’t find any clues.

Moreover, after entering Fantian City, he didn’t notice any monsters here, so he could only wait until night to make a judgment.

“Emperor Lin, you’ve finally arrived!”

After Lin Ning was discovered by the casters while walking on the street, it immediately caused a commotion.

“Great, Emperor Lin has come. Our Fantian City is saved!”

“Emperor Lin, we are injured. Please forgive us for not being able to salute you.” A caster with missing limbs sighed.

Lin Ning said, “It’s fine, sincerity is enough.”

An old caster was in tears, holding Lin Ning's hand, and said: "Emperor Lin, you will definitely be able to help us get through this difficult time, right?"

Around, pairs of eyes filled with expectation looked at Lin Ning.

This made Lin Ning a little embarrassed.

Beside him, Ma Zhixuan quickly coughed twice and said, "Hey, everything is not absolute. Emperor Lin has come to help us, which is already benevolent and righteous. We can't let him guarantee it."

Saying that, he turned to look at Lin Ning, "Lord, I have arranged a residence for you, please follow me."

Lin Ning nodded.

Entering the City Lord's Mansion, Ma Zhixuan invited Lin Ning to sit at the main table.

Immediately afterwards, he beckoned, and suddenly a dozen beautifully dressed maids walked over with enchanting steps.

Behind them followed a group of chefs.

Although Lin Ning is an Emperor's body, most cultivators don't need to eat, but Ma Zhixuan had to pull out all the stops for the hospitality!

Dancers in the center of the hall danced gracefully.

Lin Ning sat in the main seat and first carefully smelled the dishes.

“These dishes smell good.” Lin Ning thought in his heart, “It’s been so long since I transmigrated here, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten like a normal person.”

He casually picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. It melted in his mouth, and the aroma of the meat instantly filled his entire oral cavity.

Beside him, Ma Zhixuan sat cautiously, looking at Lin Ning, fearing that his poor hospitality would cause this great figure to leave dissatisfied.

Soon, after seeing Lin Ning eating meat in big mouthfuls, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating and drinking his fill, Lin Ning asked everyone to leave.

The hall was silent, Lin Ning sat in the center, closing his eyes to rest.

At this moment, a noisy voice suddenly came from his ear.

Figures floated in his mind.

“Hehe, Emperor Lin, never thought of it, right? Although you killed us, we will pester you like evil ghosts!”

“We are not entities, nor are we souls. You cannot kill us. We will always entangle you!”

Yes, what was floating in Lin Ning's mind was the alien race Emperor Lords who were killed by Lin Ning!

At the moment of being beheaded by Lin Ning, the alien race Emperor Lord used all his strength to leave marks on Lin Ning.

These marks will not pose a threat to Lin Ning, but they will be produced in quiet times.

“Emperor Lin, although we can’t kill you, it doesn’t mean that the ethnic group behind us can’t kill you!”

“My clan’s Supreme is about to awaken soon, and when the time comes, they will definitely turn you into slaves! Make your lives worse than death!”

Looking at that hideous face, Lin Ning sneered, “Did you think that I didn’t know you left marks on me?”

“You know?” The alien race Emperor Lord was stunned, and then laughed: “Heh, stop joking, this is our Spirit Race’s technique, how could you weak ants have seen it?”

“If you could have discovered it back then, how could you have allowed me to successfully leave a brand?”

Saying that, the alien race Emperor Lord's face was hideous, and the skewed corner of his mouth directly cracked to the back of his head, "I will stick to you like a dog skin plaster! I can't kill you, but I will torture you, consume your mind, and prevent you from cultivating in peace!"

Lin Ning slowly stood up and said, “Your existence will only allow me to comprehend your Spirit Race’s techniques.”

“This is the only use of your existence!”

“Hehe, comprehend my Spirit Race’s techniques?” The alien race Emperor Lord laughed as if he had heard a cold joke, “Every member of our Spirit Race has mastered the language of your Ancient Wilderness Continent.”

“And how would you stupid guys know our Spirit Race language? You don’t even understand the language, let alone comprehend our techniques.”

Lin Ning sneered, without saying much more, he immediately used the Illusion Spirit Technique, transforming into a spirit body, his body rapidly becoming illusory, and finally transparent!

The hall was empty, whether it was sound or aura, everything about Lin Ning disappeared, as if he had suddenly evaporated from the world.

If Ma Zhixuan suddenly appeared, he would definitely be frightened, fearing that Lin Ning had already run away.

“You! How did you master our Spirit Race’s Illusion Spirit Technique?”

The Spirit Race Emperor Lord who was still laughing just now was instantly dumbfounded. He stared blankly at Lin Ning, “How is this possible?”

Lin Ning smiled, the spirit body suddenly dissipated, and the physical body solidified.

The branded figure directly collapsed, and the Spirit Race Emperor Lord was numb.

How did Emperor Lin master their Spirit Race's Illusion Spirit Technique?

Although this Illusion Spirit Technique is a common technique of the Spirit Race, it is also a very strange technique.

Spirit Race cultivators who practice the Illusion Spirit Technique will have illusory bodies, transforming into spirit bodies.

But!

After transforming into a spirit body, it is very difficult for Spirit Race cultivators to condense their physical bodies again. They need to accumulate a lot of spiritual energy, a lot of energy.

Being able to skillfully switch between physical body and spirit body is at least a Great Emperor!

“You... you are an Immortal Great Emperor, but you are a foreign race! When did you master our techniques?”

The Spirit Race Emperor Lord said in astonishment: “Impossible, it is impossible for anyone outside to be able to use the Illusion Spirit Technique so skillfully!”

“It’s not just your Illusion Spirit Technique.” Lin Ning smiled: “During these days of your existence, I have mastered new Spirit Race techniques!”

“Your value has been squeezed dry by me. Before your brand dissipates, let me open your eyes and let you see the new Spirit Race techniques that I have learned!”