This shocking first-hand information, he is determined to get it.

Another Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox appeared in front of the fallen land of the Immortal Venerable of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox clan.

If there was a legacy hidden within, anyone could easily guess who it would fall to.

Just as Su Ji felt his consciousness about to be completely crushed by this terrifying pressure, on the verge of falling into darkness.

He suddenly remembered something.

No.

This feeling... was wrong.

Although it was equally despairing and irresistibly powerful.

It felt completely different from the golden-robed man he had seen in the Glimpse of Destiny.

The golden-robed man's power was pure, emotionless destruction.

Just like a person wouldn't care if they trampled an ant to death, that indifference stemmed from an absolute crushing of life levels, devoid of any purpose, and therefore, left absolutely no room for maneuver.

But the power of the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng before him...

Although equally terrifying, carried a clear purposefulness.

It was a warning strike.

Trying to pry Su Ji's mouth open and explore the secrets within.

Since there was a purpose, there was a possibility of negotiation!

He was not an unshakeable mountain, but a man who wanted something!

The moment he figured this out.

An extremely bold thought flashed through his mind.

The chance to break the deadlock was right in front of him!

Thus, Su Ji gave up all resistance.

The violent spiritual energy that was about to burst out of his body was forcefully retracted into his dantian.

"Hmm?"

The terrifying power squeezing him slightly loosened.

Obviously, Su Ji's sudden surrender caught the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng somewhat off guard.

Now!

He had a chance to speak.

"Pavilion Master."

Su Ji's voice rang out from the churning clouds and mist.

"Don't waste your effort."

He let out a long breath of stale air, which even carried a hint of blood.

"Everything I just said was made up."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding clouds and mist stagnated.

"I don't know any Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Art, nor have I ever stumbled into any ancient ruins."

Su Ji's voice grew calmer.

"The fact that I can dissolve evil qi and reach this stage relies on nothing more than some shady, unorthodox methods."

"Even I would find it hard to replicate those methods a second time."

"Therefore, the half-month timeframe is something I must fight for."

"On this point, I did not lie to you."

Su Ji frankly revealed half of his trump cards.

The highest realm of lying is nine parts truth and one part falsehood.

Since the other party was already suspicious, holding out stubbornly any longer was meaningless.

It was better to take the initiative to admit a part of it, using a bigger truth to cover up the core secret.

In this way, he could actually regain the other party's trust.

A long silence fell within the clouds and mist.

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng seemed to be digesting the information in Su Ji's words.

After a long time.

The terrifying pressure enveloping Su Ji slowly receded like the tide.

The churning clouds and mist before Su Ji's eyes dissipated, and the world regained its color.

"Interesting."

"Kid, your guts are much bigger than I imagined."

"You overpraise me, Pavilion Master."

"I don't want to die, so I can only... tell the truth."

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng did not press further on what those so-called unorthodox methods actually were.

Because it didn't matter.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment.

Su Ji raised his head, his eyes, which should have been dim, looking straight at the aloof True Immortal.

"Pavilion Master."

"I dare to ask."

"With your status, why would you condescend to come to this desolate Great Wasteland and wade into these muddy waters with the Zhao family?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

After speaking, he didn't spare Su Ji another glance. With a sway of his body, he vanished into thin air like a wisp of smoke.

The person was gone, but that ethereal aura that blended with heaven and earth still lingered, making it hard to breathe.

And though so much time had passed, for the Zhao family duo, it seemed like only an instant had gone by.

Zhao Wuji slowly put down his teacup, his refined face now covered with a layer of frost.

He stood up and walked up to Su Ji, his profound eyes like two bottomless ancient wells.

"Hmph."

He snorted coldly.

"Kid."

"My Zhao family has far more methods than you can imagine."

"For this half a month, look out for yourself."

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and strode away without looking back.

Su Ji could no longer hold back. Holding onto the doorframe, he coughed violently, his already bloodless face now as pale as paper.

Was the pressure of a True Immortal actually this terrifying?

Meanwhile, Zhao Tianyang had been kneeling on the ground the whole time. It wasn't until Zhao Wuji's figure completely disappeared into the depths of the mining area that he dared to shakily climb up from the ground.

He looked at Su Ji's half-dead appearance.

"Kid, you really have some nerve."

"What are you delaying for this half a month for?"

Su Ji waved his hand weakly, staggered over to a stone stool in the room, sat down, poured himself a cup of tea, and gulped it down.

"Old man, it's just the two of us now."

"Isn't it time to be honest with me?"

"What exactly is the background of that Pavilion Master?"

Hearing this, the expression on Zhao Tianyang's face stiffened.

He subconsciously wanted to prevaricate, but as the words reached his mouth, he felt an invisible force binding him in the dark.

The Dao Heart Oath.

His expression changed, and finally turned into a long sigh as he sat down opposite Su Ji, seemingly resigning himself to his fate.

"He is the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng, the absolute largest intelligence organization in the Azure Yellow Realm, bar none."

Zhao Tianyang's voice subconsciously lowered a few notches, as if he were recounting some taboo.

"Their intelligence network covers the entire Azure Yellow Realm. From the secret scandals of major immortal sects to the regime changes in mortal kingdoms, there is nothing they don't know."

As Zhao Tianyang spoke, a heartfelt awe appeared on his face.

"Then he..."

Su Ji licked his dry lips and asked the most crucial question.

"Why would an intelligence broker come to wade into these muddy waters?"

"What is he after?"

Zhao Tianyang was silent for a moment, an extremely bizarre expression surfacing on his old face.

"For money."

"For fame."

Su Ji: "?"

Zhao Tianyang looked at his disbelieving appearance and laughed self-deprecatingly.

"Did you think True Immortals are above mortal desires?"

"Behind him is the massive Tingfeng Pavilion, tens of thousands of mouths waiting to be fed."

"The maintenance of the intelligence network, the training of spies, the consumption of magical treasures... which of these isn't piled up with massive amounts of spirit stones?"

"Over these years, under the Immortal Emperor's call for peace, the Azure Yellow Realm has been calm and tranquil. Those top sects are all acting like turtles hiding in their shells, not daring to make a single peep."

"Without conflicts, there is no news."

"Without news, who is he going to sell his Tingfeng Pavilion's intelligence to?"

Zhao Tianyang's voice carried a bit of the vicissitudes of having seen through the ways of the world.

"I heard that the business of Tingfeng Pavilion has plummeted, and a lot of their business has already been snatched away by those small, copycat intelligence organizations below."

"That Pavilion Master is currently frantic. He desperately needs... a massive scoop capable of shaking the entire Canghuang Realm to reverse his declining fortunes and reclaim the market."

"That is exactly why the Patriarch approached him."

"On one hand, it is because he is indeed in dire need of funds."

"On the other hand..."

"What lies buried deep within this mining area is an Immortal Venerable."

"He is absolutely determined to get his hands on this firsthand, explosive intel."