Beheading, or Staying Alive as a Dog.

The four Golden Core elders had different expressions, but none of them spoke again.

Especially the hot-tempered, one-eyed burly man. His face had turned liver-red, and his chest heaved violently.

Yet, he forcefully swallowed the curses that had reached the tip of his tongue.

He might not believe Su Ji, but he could not disbelieve the Fifth Elder.

If she said they couldn't win, then they truly couldn't win.

Seeing this, Su Ji felt completely reassured.

He hadn't expected his luck to be this good.

He had actually encountered the best-case scenario.

"It seems there are still some sensible people here."

Su Ji's gaze swept past the face of the young girl elder and finally landed back on the leading old man in the green robe.

"First Elder, what about you?"

"Do you have any objections?"

The green-robed old man, the First Elder of the sect and an old fox who had lived for nearly five hundred years, currently had his brows tightly knitted and remained completely silent.

The light in his deep eyes flickered uncertainly, clearly weighing everything at a rapid pace.

Kill him?

The risk was too great.

Lin Qingliu hadn't even had the time to send out a distress signal.

The envoy of the Puppet Heaven Sacred Land had fled in a hurry.

None of these facts could be faked.

Even if he only appeared to be at the first level of the Foundation Establishment realm right now, who knew if it was just that they couldn't see through his true cultivation?

Among the five of them, who would go test him?

Who dared to test him?

Asking himself honestly, would he have dared to point at five Golden Core cultivators and speak like this when he was at the first level of Foundation Establishment?

His legs would probably have gone soft from fear.

Just as he was hesitating, the beautiful woman in the revealing palace dress broke the suffocating silence.

Her figure swayed, and she actually floated down from mid-air. With light, graceful steps, she walked toward Su Ji, her posture swaying alluringly.

A rich, exotic fragrance also spread out with her movements.

The Fourth Elder's voice was bone-meltingly seductive, her peach-blossom eyes rippling like water as she stared straight at Su Ji.

"The position of the Sect Master is of great importance. It's not something you can sit firmly in just by fighting and killing."

She walked up to Su Ji, stopping a mere three feet away.

"You have to make your big sister... completely convinced."

As she spoke, she reached out her slender jade-like fingers, making a show of going to stroke Su Ji's chest.

Behind him, Su Jiu watched with her delicate eyebrows raised in anger. She was just about to step forward when Su Ji stopped her with an imperceptible glance.

Su Ji looked at the woman with silky, seductive eyes in front of him, his face showing not the slightest ripple of emotion.

Just now, another surge of power had attempted to control him.

The result was the same as before.

It was instantly devoured by the Desolate Meteor Fallen Dragon Art, failing to stir up even the slightest wave.

He suddenly spoke.

"You smell disgusting. Stay away from me."

He shook his head, a look of disgust on his face.

Fourth Elder: "..."

The color drained from her face in an instant.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Su Ji lost interest and casually took out a jade slip from his robes.

"Clack."

The jade slip fell onto the crushed stones, making a soft sound.

"This is the IOU that iron lump wrote before he left."

"One million top-grade spirit stones, to be paid off in ten monthly installments, to compensate for the damage to the sect's main hall."

"As the new Sect Master, I've recovered some losses for the sect."

Su Ji's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

One million... top-grade spirit stones?!

The four elders in the sky collectively gasped.

The green-robed old man finally moved.

With a wave of his hand, the jade slip flew into his grasp.

Sending his divine sense into it, a moment later, a look of disbelief appeared for the first time on his usually placid, ancient face.

The mark branded on the jade slip was indeed the unique cloud-patterned gear crest of the Puppet Heaven Sacred Land.

The contents were exactly as Su Ji had described, without the slightest deviation.

Did he really... make the people of the Puppet Heaven Sacred Land sign such a humiliating IOU that disgraced their sect?

The green-robed old man's hand holding the jade slip trembled slightly.

He looked at Su Ji, his gaze complex to the extreme.

Meanwhile, Su Ji slowly drew the Wind Chant Sword from his waist.

"My patience is limited."

"If the sect didn't need a few elders to maintain its operations..."

"I wouldn't even bother making a trip every month to collect these spirit stones."

He looked at the Fourth Elder. "You would have already died the moment you tried to test me just now."

After speaking, he stopped looking at the Fourth Elder.

"Beheaded, or stay and be my dogs?"

A brief moment later.

The Fifth Elder descended from the sky.

She knelt on both knees and performed a grand bow. "Greetings, Sect Master. Woof!"

Seeing this scene.

The green-robed First Elder let out a long breath of stale air.

"The Lovesick Sect cannot go a day without a master."

He spoke slowly, his voice hoarse.

"Since... Sect Master Lin has unfortunately perished."

"It is not entirely unacceptable for Your Excellency to temporarily take over the position of Sect Master and preside over the overall situation."

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the one-eyed burly man and the gray-robed middle-aged man instantly changed.

However, the green-robed old man swept a cold glare over them, forcefully choking their words back down.

"The matter is settled."

He also descended.

However, unwilling to kneel, he reluctantly cupped his hands toward Su Ji.

"Greetings... Sect Master."

With him taking this stance, what else could the others say?

The gray-robed middle-aged man fell silent for a moment before also cupping his hands.

The one-eyed burly man trembled with anger, but ultimately squeezed out two words from between his teeth.

"...Sect Master."

The Fourth Elder recovered her wits, her gaze toward Su Ji growing increasingly strange, and she also followed with a graceful bow.

Su Ji looked around at the four elders bowing to him and let out a sneer.

"Are you deaf?"

"I'll say it one last time."

"Beheaded, or stay and be my dogs?"

The moment his voice fell, a faint, almost imperceptible sharpness emanated from the blade of the Wind Chant Sword.

That aura was not overbearing, but it made all the Golden Core cultivators present feel a chill seeping out from their very bones.

They had no doubt that if they said a single wrong word, the next moment, that vicious sword capable of leveling the sect's main hall with a single strike would fall without hesitation.

The fierce flesh on the one-eyed burly man's face twitched violently.

The face of the gray-robed middle-aged man was so gloomy it looked like it could drip water.

And the light within the deep eyes of the leading green-robed old man flickered intensely.

Finally, as if having made up his mind, he let out a long breath of stale air.

That breath seemed to drain all the vitality and spirit from his body.

Under the astonished gazes of the crowd, this First Elder, who had lived for nearly five hundred years and whose status in the Lovesick Sect was second only to the Sect Master, slowly...

"Thud."

A muffled sound.

His knees landed heavily on the messy ruins.

"This old man... greets the Sect Master."

His hoarse voice clearly reached everyone's ears.

His kneeling was like pushing over the first domino.

The gray-robed middle-aged man remained silent and followed suit, kneeling beside the green-robed old man.

A hint of struggle flashed in the one-eyed burly man's single eye, but in the end, he also knelt down reluctantly.

Finally, it was the beautiful woman in the palace dress.

She looked at Su Ji's calm face, biting her red lip with her pearl-white teeth, and finally, full of unwillingness, bent her knees and knelt.

Just like that, the five Golden Core elders knelt in unison before Su Ji.

Watching this scene from behind, Su Jiu felt it was somewhat unreal.

It was just... done?

These five were all elders at the Golden Core stage! On any normal day in the sect, which one of them wasn't a high and mighty existence whose words were absolute law?

Yet now, they were forced into kneeling and submitting by just a few words from Su Ji?