Run!
This thought, like a wildfire, instantly consumed his entire mind.
He could no longer care about the dignity of the Holy Land.
He just wanted to survive.
Without hesitation, he turned and transformed into a streak of light, fleeing madly towards the outside of the sect.
His speed was so fast that it left a series of afterimages in the air.
Su Ji did not even have time to say, "Take care, I won't see you out."
A cold and clear voice came from behind him.
"Senior Brother, do you want me to make him stay?"
"Letting a tiger return to the mountain will lead to endless trouble."
Hearing this, Su Ji turned his head in surprise.
Su Jiu had arrived by his side at some unknown point. In her clear eyes, there was not a hint of fear; instead, they carried a bit of eager battle intent.
He looked Su Jiu up and down.
Wait, is every cultivator this belligerent?
He suddenly felt that giving the Night King inheritance to any random person would be more suitable than keeping it for himself.
"Are you confident?"
Su Jiu nodded, her tone flat.
"About eighty percent."
Su Ji was genuinely a bit dumbfounded now.
A peak Golden Core cultivator, and an expert from a behemoth like the Puppet Heaven Holy Land at that. Even if heavily injured, he could exert no more than half of his strength.
Still, he was not someone an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could mess with.
This little fox actually said she had an eighty percent chance of keeping him here?
Since when was she so fierce?
Was it because she grew a second tail?
Then perhaps he should diligently water her more in the future; growing a few more tails would be excellent.
Countless thoughts flashed through Su Ji's mind in an instant.
Looking at Su Jiu's face full of seriousness, he hesitated for a moment before finally shaking his head.
"Let him go."
Su Jiu looked at him in confusion.
Su Ji put away his Windchant Sword, the expression on his face returning to its usual laziness.
"Sometimes, being alive is more useful than being dead."
He patted the dust off his clothes and explained slowly.
"If we kill him, I am afraid the Holy Land will send someone else to investigate the situation before long. Who will come, whether it is a man or a woman, strong or weak, will all be unknown."
"But if we let him return alive..."
"Think about it, a peak Golden Core envoy of the Holy Land, running back scared out of his wits, what would he say?"
Su Jiu instantly understood Su Ji's meaning.
"He will exaggerate and describe our strength as god-like."
"Exactly."
"That is how many people are when playing games. They refuse to admit they lack skill; it must be that the other party is the problem."
Hearing these words that she only half-understood, Su Jiu still nodded.
"At least until they figure out our true background, they will not dare to act rashly, which can buy us a lot of time."
A hint of understanding flashed through Su Jiu's clear eyes.
"Furthermore..." Su Ji's gaze swept across the messy ruins, his voice lowering a bit.
"With such a huge commotion today, do you think the Lovesick Sect can still have peace?"
"Next, I am afraid this sect will become a chaotic mess."
"There are probably quite a few sects wanting to take advantage of the chaos to get a piece of the pie."
"Not to mention the ones further away, at least the Blood Fiend Sect and the Joyous Union Sect are likely itching to make a move."
"Leaving him alive also gives them a channel to 'gather information'."
Hearing this, Su Jiu did not say anything more. She just silently walked to Su Ji's side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
Looking at the ruins, Su Ji's heart was bleeding.
Why didn't he think of this before making a move?
The Sect Master was dead, so wouldn't he be the new Sect Master?
To hit his own property so hard...
What a prodigal waste!
"Cough... cough cough..."
A weak coughing sound came from the ruins not far away.
Su Ji and Su Jiu looked towards the sound.
They saw the Golden Core stall owner struggling to crawl out from a pile of rubble.
He was covered in blood and his clothes were in tatters; he looked incredibly miserable.
He stood up unsteadily, and the first thing he did was look for the broken tip of his sword.
He carefully picked up the sword tip and cradled it in his palms.
Seeing this, Su Ji walked over.
"Brother, my condolences."
Hearing this, the Golden Core stall owner abruptly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.
When he saw clearly that the person approaching was Su Ji, the grief in his eyes instantly turned into fanatical worship.
Without another word, he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"Senior's divine might is unparalleled! This junior... this junior prostrates himself in admiration!"
Su Ji's mouth twitched.
"Alright, alright, get up. It is not a big deal."
But the Golden Core stall owner acted as if he had not heard him. He remained kneeling on the ground, looking up at Su Ji with a gaze that gave Su Ji the creeps.
"Senior, that sword of yours..." he spoke cautiously, his voice carrying a hint of probing.
"If this junior may be so bold to ask, is it the legendary... Immortal Weapon?"
Hearing this, Su Ji raised an eyebrow.
He cleared his throat and put on an unfathomable appearance.
"It is just a sword. Why must we classify it into different grades?"
Hearing this, the worship on the Golden Core stall owner's face grew even thicker.
In his eyes, Su Ji's words were undoubtedly a tacit admission.
It made sense. If it was not an Immortal Weapon, how could it possess such world-destroying might?
At the thought that he was fortunate enough to serve a mighty figure who wielded an Immortal Weapon, he suddenly felt that breaking a sword was not such a big deal anymore.
He was just about to offer a few more words of flattery when Su Ji waved his hand, interrupting him.
"Alright, stop kneeling. What does this look like?"
Su Ji pointed at the broken sword in his hands.
"This sword of yours... what do you plan to do with it?"
The moment this was mentioned, the excitement on the Golden Core stall owner's face instantly collapsed, and he became miserable again.
"Sigh, what else can I do?"
He let out a long sigh, his face full of heartache.
"I can only try to find a formidable artifact refinement master to see if it can be reforged."
"It is just that the materials are hard to find and the cost is enormous. I am afraid I will not be able to scrape together enough spirit stones for at least a dozen years."
As he spoke, he could not help but look up at Su Ji again, his eyes carrying a trace of imperceptible anticipation.
Su Ji felt a bit uncomfortable under his gaze.
This guy wouldn't be trying to leech off me, would he?
Alarm bells instantly went off in Su Ji's mind.
He cleared his throat and spoke with a straight face.
"Brother, your way of thinking is wrong."
The Golden Core stall owner was stunned. "Ah?"
"Out with the old, in with the new." Su Ji patted his shoulder earnestly. "You have to look forward."
The Golden Core stall owner: "..."
Looking at Su Ji's face full of "sincerity," he did not know what to say for a moment.
He could not help but feel that something was not quite right with the senior's words.
Right at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.
A faint, eerie voice reached Su Ji's ears: "Out with the old, in with the new?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
