This kid, why so many damn issues

Su Ji watched the mysterious bloody trajectory slowly dissipate, and the smile on his face faded a little.

He mimicked Zhao Tianyang's actions, extending his right hand and putting his fingers together like a blade.

Just as he was about to slash his own palm, his movements paused.

He looked up at Zhao Tianyang, his face showing just the right amount of awkward hesitation.

"Elder Zhao, look at me... my body is weak. If I let out any more blood, I'm afraid I won't even be able to walk later."

Zhao Tianyang's eyelids twitched.

Why did this kid have so much nonsense?

"There's no need to bleed!" Zhao Tianyang barked in annoyance. "Just use your spiritual power to channel the laws of heaven and earth!"

"It's just that since ancient times, cultivators have generally made oaths this way, using a blood oath to show their firm determination."

"Oh, oh, I see."

Su Ji came to a sudden realization, wearing an expression of "you should have said so earlier." He then cleared his throat and began his long-brewing performance.

"I, Su Hao!!"

He had barely started.

"Wait!"

Zhao Tianyang's hoarse voice rang out without warning, directly interrupting Su Ji's spellcasting.

The solemnity on Su Ji's face instantly collapsed, replaced by an impatient look of "what do you want now."

"Old man, what's wrong with you now?!"

Zhao Tianyang ignored his attitude; his cloudy eyes locked straight onto Su Ji.

"Su Hao?"

He chewed on the name, the corners of his mouth curling into an undisguised sneer.

"Are you sure this is your real name?"

Su Ji's heart skipped a beat.

However, his face still maintained that righteous and confident look.

"Of course! I never change my name or my surname, I am Su Hao!"

"Heh."

Zhao Tianyang let out a short, cold laugh.

"Boy, do you take this old man for a three-year-old child?"

He slowly stood up and approached Su Ji step by step. From his skinny body emanated a terrifying sense of oppression.

"An ascender from the lower realm, a newcomer facing a group of malicious upper realm cultivators, who hasn't even figured out the situation yet, would report his real name without any guard?"

Zhao Tianyang stretched out a withered finger, almost poking Su Ji in the nose.

"This kind of person is either hopelessly stupid, or..."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"They are calculating to the extreme!"

"Which one do you think you are?"

"Not to mention, you're a demonic cultivator!"

Su Ji was choked by his words and couldn't say a single word for a long time.

Damn it.

A miscalculation.

"Senior Brother, your acting is a bit exaggerated."

In his mind, Su Jiu's faintly hoarse voice, tinged with schadenfreude from excessive shouting, rang out quietly.

Su Ji rolled his eyes in his heart.

"We're not even close to the end yet."

He looked at the old man in front of him whose eyes were becoming increasingly dangerous, knowing that he couldn't fool him today.

"Change it!"

Zhao Tianyang's voice brokered no argument.

"Change the name 'Su Hao' to 'I'!"

"Otherwise, our cooperation ends here!"

"At worst, this old man will go out right now and fight the family head to the bitter end!"

"It's death either way, so dragging an interesting kid like you along on the road to the afterlife wouldn't be a loss!"

Su Ji looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Finally, his arrogant air vanished without a trace.

"Fine, fine, you win."

His face showed the helplessness of admitting defeat.

"I'll change it."

Su Ji closed his eyes again, took a deep breath, and that solemn aura rose once more.

This time, he had learned his lesson.

"I hereby swear!"

He didn't mention any names again.

"In the upcoming trip to the mining area, I am willing to advance and retreat together with the cultivator closest to me at this time and place. If we obtain a legacy, we will each take what we need, and I will absolutely not harbor any thoughts of harming or betraying the other party."

"If I violate this oath, may my body die, my Dao vanish, and my soul scatter into nothingness!"

As his voice fell.

A black light, even more solid than the one Zhao Tianyang had just produced, emerged from the center of Su Ji's brow and instantly merged into the void.

An invisible contractual binding quietly descended.

It was done.

Zhao Tianyang carefully chewed over the words.

He found that there seemed to be no loopholes to exploit in Su Ji's statement.

That tense old face finally relaxed.

He looked at Su Ji, a highly complex meaning flashing in his eyes.

The laws of heaven and earth that this kid invoked when making the oath just now were actually a bit stronger than his own, a Soul Formation cultivator.

This was definitely not something an ordinary Golden Core cultivator could do.

The secrets on this kid were more than he had imagined.

However, none of this mattered anymore.

Under the constraints of the Dao Heart Oath, they were now grasshoppers tied to the same boat, sharing both glory and loss.

"Alright!"

Zhao Tianyang put away all his thoughts, his face returning to its gloomy appearance, and his tone became urgent.

"We've delayed for too long!"

"The family head is suspicious by nature. If we don't go out now, I'm afraid he will get suspicious!"

Saying that, he turned and walked quickly toward the courtyard gate.

"Follow me!"

"Remember, when you see them later, you should know in your heart what to say and what not to say!"

Su Ji curled his lips and followed with those still somewhat unsteady footsteps.

Creak—

The courtyard gate opened.

Zhao Tianyang didn't say much more; he just turned and left with a gloomy face.

Su Ji followed with unsteady footsteps.

The two walked one after the other, silently traversing the mining area filled with shacks.

The howling wasteland wind swept up the gravel on the ground, hitting their faces and bringing a slight stinging pain.

"Senior Brother, your acting is truly natural and flawless."

"Deliberately emphasizing the words 'Su Hao' the first time was just laying the groundwork for later, right?"

"At the moment of the oath, the cultivator closest to you should be me, right?"

"If Senior Brother had directly sworn to the 'closest cultivator' from the start, that old man probably would have carefully pondered what 'closest' actually meant."

"What else?"

Su Ji couldn't be bothered to argue with her anymore.

He walked on without saying a word.

Zhao Tianyang walked very fast.

In a moment, the two arrived in front of Zhao Tianyang's sparsely furnished shack.

The door was tightly shut, yet one could feel two terrifying auras coming from within.

One was the profound aura of a Soul Formation cultivator belonging to Zhao Wuji.

The other was ethereal as a cloud, yet omnipresent, as if it had merged into one with this piece of heaven and earth.

A True Immortal.