Mo Hua stepped on his head, "What use do you have?"
With his head stepped on, the old monster cultivator felt humiliated, but his heart was more filled with despair:
"This little brat, what is his origin, what kind of existence is he, how can he be so terrifying?"
He had never expected that as a Sword Demon Evil Spirit, perfectly fused with his own evil sword, at the peak of the Second Grade, he would truly be like an ant, being effortlessly "controlled" by this little ancestor, without the slightest power to fight back.
Some people, unless they really take action, you wouldn’t know how terrifying they are.
Some things, unless you try hard, you wouldn’t know the despair.
The old monster cultivator quivered, said:
"As long as you, as long as you don’t kill me, I’m willing to do anything."
"What can you do?"
Mo Hua looked down from above, with an interrogating tone, seemingly ready to kill and snap the old monster cultivator’s spine at any disagreement.
The old monster cultivator panicked: "I can cast swords!"
"Oh?" Mo Hua’s small eyebrows raised.
The old monster cultivator hurriedly said: "I am a disciple of the Tai’a Sect, once of the Ouyang Family’s direct lineage, I’m skilled in the artifact refining technique, the sword casting Dao, over the years in the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, I’ve cast countless sword weapons, honing my skills to perfection..."
"As long as little ancestor you spare my life, I am willing to serve you, cast swords and refine artifacts."
Mo Hua shook his head and said: "You forgot, you’re already dead, now you, as a Sword Demon, an Evil Spirit, how can you still help me cast swords?"
The old monster cultivator’s expression trembled.
He forgot, he already isn’t human, not even a monster cultivator.
With an evil spirit body, how can he cast swords?
Mo Hua’s little hand, gestured to snap his spine bone.
The old monster cultivator shivered with dread, immediately said: "I can teach!"
"Teach?"
"That’s right," the old monster cultivator said, "Although I can’t personally refine artifacts and cast swords, my knowledge and experience in refining is abundant, anything you want to learn, I can tell you..."
Mo Hua’s expression hesitated, as if contemplating something, his gaze occasionally dangerous, occasionally softening.
The old monster cultivator’s heart rose and fell with Mo Hua’s gaze, anxious and uneasy.
He thought for a moment, and immediately added:
"Own Magical Treasure!"
Mo Hua was slightly startled, his eyes slightly brightened.