Based on their previous experiences, every time they encountered members of the Ghost Clan, those individuals would politely address Lu Wuming as "Young Master."
Furthermore, they were all grotesquely ugly and would never utter words like "kill Lu Wuming." Therefore, upon seeing these individuals, Liu Buli instinctively didn't consider that possibility.
But now, it seemed he had misjudged. Were there beings within the Ghost Clan who utterly disregarded Lu Wuming?
However, for the Ghost Clan, this man's appearance was far too regular. It truly didn't fit their racial stereotype!
Liu Buli was momentarily stunned.
The man, however, seemed to have found something amusing. Staring at Liu Buli's face, he burst into laughter. His laughter was not merely arrogant but filled with the smug pride of a petty person who had achieved success. He said, "Liu Buli, are you surprised? I am certainly not of the Ghost Clan, but I now possess a recovery ability far more potent than theirs. And it's not just me; all of us are like this. That's why I said, if you want to beg for mercy, I will forgive you. You can consider it carefully."
As he spoke, Lu Wuming, standing nearby, severed the arms of several individuals. The result was as the man had described; those severed arms regrew at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had never been cut, recovering completely and without issue.
To be honest, this rate of recovery would rank among the very best, even within the Ghost Clan.
It was precisely because of this that Liu Buli was genuinely surprised.
However, beyond his surprise, he felt no trace of nervousness or fear. Instead, a hint of curiosity flickered in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow and asked the man, "If you are human, what is the explanation for this recovery ability? Did you learn from the Ghost Clan, perhaps by consuming one of them, thereby acquiring their abilities?"
The man looked into Liu Buli's eyes but didn't answer directly. Instead, he revealed a more lewd smile and said, "If you are truly that curious, why not become my person? As long as you are mine, I will not only tell you the answer but also make you like me. Consider it; it's far more interesting than your current companion."
He believed his offer was excellent and that Liu Buli should at least not refuse it. After all, who wouldn't be interested in immortality? Liu Buli was human, and as a human, he should be unable to let go of such a prospect.
The man felt his reasoning was flawless.
However, to his surprise, upon hearing his proposal, Liu Buli let out a chuckle. It was as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world. He laughed, his eyes crinkling, tears almost welling up.
This reaction made the man feel peculiar, and beyond peculiarity, a vague, indescribable fear began to creep in.
He himself didn't know what he feared. Perhaps it was Liu Buli's smile?
No.
It was something more sinister, an aura akin to that of the Ghost Clan who had transformed them, or perhaps even more potent. So powerful that just being near it evoked an uncontrollable, primal fear that originated from his very bloodline.
The man hadn't yet realized the source of this aura. He merely glanced around in confusion, his gaze then falling upon Lu Wuming, who was facing the crowd alone.
Could it be this person?
No, this person was a cultivator. He had some recollection of the water-attribute techniques Lu Wuming had used earlier.
The Ghost Clan had no spiritual energy; this was common knowledge throughout the cultivation world. Therefore, the ability to wield spiritual energy proved he was not of the Ghost Clan.
Could it be that he, like them, had been modified?
With this thought, he looked at Lu Wuming with increasing conviction that he shared a similar aura. After a moment of silence, he even proactively addressed Lu Wuming, asking, "Did you... also receive the blood of the Ghost Clan? When did it happen? Was it here in this secret realm? Did the same esteemed individual who transformed us..."
Before he could finish, Lu Wuming turned his head and looked at him.
His gaze was chillingly cold. He spoke each word deliberately, "What nonsense are you spouting? I am human. If you like that filthy substance, do it yourselves. Don't speak as if I am like you; it's disgusting to even hear."