‘I have to speed up my cultivation,’ Yang Qi thought. He reached out and grabbed a eunuch from the Joyflower Palace, a vicious fellow who had taken too many lives to count and was constantly encircled by the images of swirling ghosts. Peering into his fate, Yang Qi could see the blood-red color of karma. Obviously, this man had killed and tortured so many individuals that their animosity had laid a curse on his fate.

Although Yang Qi had also killed too many enemies to count, as a Fateless One, he wasn’t affected in the same way, even if people tried to curse him directly.

Right now, Yang Qi was hoping to learn a thing or two from this eunuch. Despite being held captive, the eunuch was just as fiendish as ever and fairly radiated an air of ruthlessness. His vicious eyes darted back and forth, making him look like a viper that might try to bite Yang Qi at any moment.

Yang Qi had no desire to have such a person as one of his subordinates, so he simply slapped him with a palm, forcing the True-Devil Unspoiled-by-Myriad-Kalpas-and-Tribulations...