“Have you not?” James retorted. “You established many research laboratories for the cultivation of Decimation of Immortality. You injected viruses into a large number of people, transforming them into monstrous creatures that resemble neither ghosts nor humans. Do you not deserve to die?”
“Did I?” Callan questioned. “When did I start a research laboratory? And what’s that about a virus? What do they have to do with my Decimation of Immortality cultivation?”
“What? At this point, you still want to argue and shift the blame?”
Hearing that, Callan stopped talking. He knew it would be pointless to say anything else.
“I'll send you on your way.”
James drew the Blade of Justice and pointed it across from him.
Callan closed his eyes.
Just as James was about to strike, he took out a sphere, dripping with blood, from behind him. It was about the size of a fist.
He presented it to James and said, “This is the Spirit Turtle’s core. After the Spirit Turtle was killed, its core was smashed into pieces. I went to great lengths to obtain one of them. Now that it’s no longer useful to me, I’ll give it to you. You have more potential than I do and will undoubtedly achieve the ninth rank in the future.”
James did not accept it. Instead, he fixed a deadly stare on Callan.
“You went through so much trouble to obtain this. You're just going to give it to me?”
Callan leaned against the rock.
“I can’t use it anymore. In fact, even if you do nothing, I won't survive. Lucjan ambushed me, and I was seriously injured. Then, I got into a rough fight with the Spirit Turtle. After that, I evaded a series of attacks. My life is already coming to an end.”
He was a sorry sight. Callan did not have the demeanor of a peerless powerhouse at all, and he looked like a person at death’s door.
“Before I die, I simply want to let you know that I’ve been meditating in seclusion for all these years with complete focus. All I wanted was vengeance. I did nothing harmful or outrageous. What research laboratories? What virus? I knew nothing about them.”
James accepted the core that he had handed over. It was stained with the blood of the Spirit Turtle and felt heavy and slightly hot in his hands as if he was holding an iron ball.
Soon, Callan's body was covered with dozens of silver needles.
James was currently in the seventh rank. His cultivation base was strong, allowing him to apply the needles continuously.
After he had finished applying the needles, he started to remove them.
Callan's life force ceased to wane. His internal injuries were also stabilized.
Now there was no risk to his life as long as he did not use his True Energy carelessly. After concentrating on restoring his body to health for a while, he would recover. How long he would live after that would be determined by his own fate.
“If you save me now, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you once I regain my strength?” ask Callan casually.
“I believe what you said.” James cast a glance at him. “I believe you did not know of the research laboratories or virus. Perhaps you’ve actually been meditating in seclusion and were unaware of the actions of your subordinates.”
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