Without understanding the gap in strength, you won't even have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning

When a person has a weakness, they possess their greatest vulnerability. The meaning of having something to cherish is that there are things in this world worth protecting with one's life.

Zhou Zheng was exactly such a person. He had two younger sisters who had relied on each other since childhood. Not only did they resemble his most beloved sister from before his transmigration in both appearance and personality, but their experiences were also strikingly similar.

Moreover, having inherited the memories and emotions of his original body, his affection for his two sisters was overwhelming—so much so that he valued them more than himself.

The reason he had agreed to act as a front for those in power was to secure a better future for his sisters.

And indeed, he succeeded. He protected them well, maneuvering them into one of the best departments of the Holy Void Sect—the Saintess Peak—while secretly funneling vast resources their way, ensuring they became core disciples with a smooth and promising path ahead.

But alas, the truth had now come to light. As the scapegoat, he had been abandoned. To ensure his sisters would continue receiving the favor of those powerful figures, he had no choice but to shoulder all the blame.

Was it unfair?

Extremely so.

From the moment he had reached out, he had foreseen this day would come.

But there was no way around it. A lone arm could never twist the leg of authority. If he refused to comply, they would simply replace him with someone more obedient!

The real question now was—could he endure it?

If he couldn’t, those in power would make sure he did.

A fabricated chain of evidence had already been perfected. He had been branded a spy from a rival sect, and the vast resources he was accused of embezzling had all been seized by the other side.

Did this make sense?

No.

But it had to make sense.

As long as Zhou Zheng confessed, no matter how furious the sect master might be, he would have no choice but to grit his teeth and accept it.

Some might ask—why not use the simplest method, like soul-searching?

Don’t be ridiculous. Long before the incident, Zhou Zheng’s soul had been sealed with a restriction. Attempt a search, and it would detonate, leaving no evidence behind—truly a dead end.

But alas, all of this was predicated on one critical oversight: Zhou Zheng was not just an ordinary man. He was a transmigrator—and a member of a certain chat group.

Now, Zhou Zheng wasn’t the least bit panicked. In fact, he was almost amused.

His former greatest backer had been nothing more than a Nascent Soul-stage deputy sect master—not only unreliable but also tripped up by his own schemes.

But now? His backer was none other than the invincible, peerless, and supremely benevolent group leader—a Tribulation Transcension expert who had crossed the immortal tribulation multiple times without falling!

Without even understanding the gap in power, they stood no chance—not even one in ten thousand.

Prepare yourselves—for my righteous iron fist is coming!

Soon enough, Zhou Zheng was brought before the grand hall of the Holy Void Sect.

Ironically, this was his first time setting foot in the sect’s most sacred hall—not as an honored disciple, but as a condemned traitor from a rival faction.

"Zhou Zheng, do you confess?"

A stern voice boomed from above. Sikong Xuan, the current sect master of the Holy Void Sect, cast a complicated gaze downward.

"Speak! Can’t you hear the sect master questioning you?!"

From the side, the stern-faced head of the Law Enforcement Hall, Gong Zheng, followed up, his expression rigid with unyielding righteousness, as if evil itself were his sworn enemy.

Zhou Zheng’s lips curled slightly before he stepped forward, expressionless and unmoved.

"I fail to understand how a mere Foundation Establishment eighth-layer steward could embezzle vast resources right under the noses of Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and even Nascent Divinity experts!"

Qian Wuduo, the deputy hall master of the Resource Hall, paled before snapping, "Zhou Zheng! Within a single month, you broke through from Foundation Establishment eighth-layer to Golden Core third-revolution, cultivating techniques entirely unrelated to the Holy Void Sect! The evidence is irrefutable! And now you dare slander us with baseless accusations?!"

"Silence!" Sect Master Sikong Xuan’s imposing aura suppressed the entire hall as he coldly commanded, "Zhou Zheng, continue. Choose your next words carefully."

Still undaunted, Zhou Zheng took another step forward.

"I also don’t know whether the sect master is feigning ignorance or simply afraid that the truth would shake the sect’s foundations too severely."

"And I certainly don’t know how the famously impartial Law Enforcement Hall managed to fabricate a case against me, branding me a spy for the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land with so-called 'evidence' I’ve never even heard of!"

At this, Gong Zheng could no longer remain seated. His gaze sharpened as he icily retorted, "Are you accusing me of lax enforcement? Then let this be settled here and now—before the sect master! Every last accomplice tied to you will be rooted out!"

Faced with this blatant threat, Zhou Zheng didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he laughed outright.

"Hahaha! The entire system is rotten—gleaming on the surface but festering at its core!"

"You threaten me? You’re not even worthy!"

"Gong Zheng, head of the Law Enforcement Hall, takes a twenty percent cut, laundered through Elder Sima Tianming of the External Affairs Hall—"

"Enough!" Gong Zheng shot to his feet, righteous fury blazing. "My conduct has always been above reproach! How dare a convicted spy like you slander me?!"

"You’re at death’s door, flailing wildly to sow discord among the sect’s leadership!"

"Sect Master, I demand this traitor’s execution!"

With Gong Zheng taking the lead, Deputy Hall Master Qian Wuduo, Elder Sima Tianming, and a chorus of other high-ranking observers swiftly joined in.

"Sect Master, execute this traitor!"

"Sect Master, execute this traitor!"

"......"

Sikong Xuan, sect master of the Holy Void Sect, closed his eyes in sorrow.

At this point, the truth no longer mattered.

For the sake of the sect’s stability, he couldn’t possibly purge every implicated high-ranking member.

He had hoped to make an example of a major player, but their coalition was too tightly knit—only a powerless minor figure had been sacrificed.

As the newly appointed sect master, his authority was about to suffer an irreparable blow. Launching such a high-profile corruption case only to execute a lowly steward of humble origins—what could be more laughable?

Zhou Zheng, don’t blame me. Blame your lack of connections.

Resigned, Sikong Xuan weakly raised his hand. "Let this matter end here. Case closed. Permission granted to execute the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land spy... Zhou Zheng."

The moment the words left his lips—

A wild, almost desolate laughter erupted through the grand hall.

"Hahahaha!!!"

"You think killing me will be that easy?"

Zhou Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, sweeping a disdainful gaze across the assembly. There was no fear in his eyes—only an unshakable calm.

The instant the sect master had passed judgment, the chat group had detected his life-and-death crisis, triggering an emergency assistance mission.

[Ding! You are currently facing a mortal threat beyond your ability to resolve.]

[Assistance mission generated: Group member ‘Sword Immortal of Uncorrupted Sleeves’ is in peril due to involvement in a major sect corruption case. Capable members are requested to intervene.]

[Minimum combat power requirement: 50,000,000.]

[Reward: 80,000,000 points, 30,000,000 group EXP.]

[The Group Leader has accepted the mission. Estimated arrival: 30 seconds.]

Ah, what a beautiful sound.

The strongest present, the sect master at the Unity Stage, barely surpasses ten million in combat power. As for the secluded Grand Elder in the forbidden grounds, their exact strength remains unknown, but judging by the mission's requirements, they couldn’t possibly exceed fifty million at most!

And my most revered Group Leader?

A staggering one billion eight hundred million in combat power!

So you all thought Zhou here had no backing, huh?

Hahaha!

Let me say it again—if you can’t even grasp the sheer gap in strength, you won’t stand a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning!

When a path is blocked, fists will carve the way open!

From this day forth, no one will ever dare raise their voice at me again!