"The lecture is completed... now we begin testing the Spirit Root. Come up, one by one."
After the eerie chant stopped, Ju Liuzi declared loudly.
Everyone present seemed bewitched; their expressions were entranced: "Daoist... accept me as your disciple."
"Daoist, please guide me!"
A crowd jostled to come forward, willingly walking into the stranger's trap.
Among them, Sun Chu, being a man of Jianghu with broad shoulders and a strong frame, rushed ahead: "Immortal, I pay my respects to you!"
"Hmm, come here, let me feel your bones and test your Spirit Root."
Ju Liuzi's face twisted into a sinister smile, inviting Sun Chu forward as his hand brushed across his chest.
Squish!
His hand, dry and leathery like old tree bark, had nails that were terrifyingly sharp, slicing open Sun Chu's chest and extracting a bloody heart.
The heart continued to beat, blood oozing out.
