As his voice fell.
The air seemed to solidify into something tangible.
The color drained from Zhao Tianyang's wrinkled old face at a visible rate.
He stared blankly at Su Ji, his eyes first filled with extreme confusion, which was soon replaced by an indescribable sense of absurdity.
What... what did he just say?
How dare he?!
Didn't we make a Dao Heart Oath?
Aren't we in the same boat?
How could he sell him out at a time like this?!
Countless thoughts exploded in Zhao Tianyang's mind.
Wasn't it you...
Zhao Tianyang's finger trembled as he pointed at Su Ji. His lips moved for a long time, but he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Su Ji knew what he wanted to say and directly interrupted him, What about me? Go explain it to your Patriarch.
That's right.
Collecting information on the mine slaves was completely useless to Su Ji.
Just as Zhao Tianyang himself had said.
The mine slaves here were all guys whose strength was less than ten percent of what it used to be. Even if they were all released, they would just be cannon fodder and couldn't create any chaos at all.
Sure enough.
Zhao Wuji's face instantly darkened.
Zhao Tianyang.
Zhao Wuji's voice was very light, devoid of any emotion.
But it was this flat voice that made Zhao Tianyang's body tremble violently.
Patriarch... I...
I... I am absolutely loyal to the Patriarch, with no second thoughts!
However, a hand rested lightly on his shoulder.
It was the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng.
At some unknown point, he had walked behind Zhao Tianyang.
Don't be in such a hurry.
The voice of the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng carried a hint of playful teasing.
Let him explain.
What I love watching the most is this kind of drama where a loyal dog bites back and brothers turn against each other.
His bright eyes scanned back and forth between Su Ji and Zhao Tianyang with great interest.
Zhao Tianyang wanted to explain, but he couldn't open his mouth.
The Dao Heart Oath...
He was finished.
Speaking meant death, and keeping quiet also meant death.
Su Ji ignored Zhao Tianyang, who had fallen into a deadlock, and simply continued his snitching on his own.
Patriarch Zhao, think about it.
I am just a newly arrived Golden Core cultivator, without power, influence, or backing. In this mining area, I am no different from an ant.
But that doesn't mean I was an ant in the lower realm.
I lack neither vision nor decision-making ability.
This Zhao Tianyang has just enslaved mine slaves every day, and it's rotted his brain.
I would have to be crazy to betray you and follow an old dog who can't even guarantee his own survival, just to plot some illusory future.
The inheritance of an Immortal Venerable is indeed very tempting to me.
But then again, can I kill Soul Formation cultivators or fight against True Immortals?
Even if this kind of thing luckily fell into my hands due to the uniqueness of my physique, once you let the news out, how could I possibly keep it?
To me, it would just be a hot potato.
At the end of the day, it's better used as a bargaining chip in exchange for a chance to live.
I have the confidence that, as long as I am given time, I, Su Hao, will be second to none.
Su Ji spoke these words with utmost sincerity and sound logic.
Zhao Wuji didn't speak, but his face grew increasingly gloomy.
This old thing had bad intentions from the very beginning!
Su Ji's voice continued.
He told me that this map is fake, that it's a dead end!
He also told me that he knows where the real inheritance is!
He wants to use me, and after getting the inheritance, he plans to fly far away!
He even made an agreement with me, a seventy-thirty split! He gets thirty, and I get seventy!
Old thing, am I right?!
Right!
You are so damn right!
But the problem was, shouldn't these words be known only to you, me, heaven, and earth?
How could you spill it all out?!
Zhao Tianyang, what do you have to say for yourself?
Su Ji continued to press, He has nothing to say, act quickly!
A chilling killing intent spread out without any concealment.
Zhao Wuji believed it.
Or rather, he was more willing to believe Su Ji.
Because Su Ji's words were completely logically sound.
But for a dog he had raised for hundreds of years, he was still willing to give a chance to explain.
Zhao Tianyang felt as if he were being roasted over a fire; every minute and every second was torment.
He had actually been set up by this kid, Su Hao!
Zhao Tianyang's brain worked frantically, and those originally cloudy eyes actually burst with a terrifying gleam amidst extreme despair.
Got it!
He suddenly raised his head, and a bizarre, miserable smile appeared on his ashen old face.
He looked at Zhao Wuji, his voice hoarse.
Patriarch, I have nothing to say.
Not only did he not defend himself, but he also seemed to be urging Zhao Wuji to strike.
Before I set out, I made a Dao Heart Oath with Su Hao.
Zhao Tianyang's voice was incredibly clear with every word.
On this trip, I must not harm him.
Therefore, Patriarch, act quickly.
He slowly closed his eyes and stiffened his neck, looking like someone waiting to be executed.
The words faded.
Zhao Wuji's already raised hand paused in mid-air.
He was not a fool.
He instantly understood the deeply hidden subtext in Zhao Tianyang's words.
It wasn't that he didn't want to explain.
It was that he couldn't explain.
Zhao Tianyang used an extremely clever method to convey a crucial piece of information to him—there was a Dao Heart Oath between him and Su Hao.
Therefore, even if Su Hao spoke utter nonsense, he couldn't refute it.
Now, the situation had become complicated.
If what Zhao Tianyang said was true, then Su Hao's seemingly genuine whistleblowing just now was actually a plot to borrow a knife to kill someone.
This Golden Core stage kid was lying to his face, right in front of him and a True Immortal!
And he had succeeded!
He not only deceived him, but he even wanted to use his hand to get rid of Zhao Tianyang!
What deep scheming!
Interesting, truly interesting.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng clapped his hands and chuckled lightly. Watching the plot take such a sudden turn, the smile on his face grew even thicker.
Zhao Wuji didn't speak, but his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
He looked at Su Ji, then at Zhao Tianyang, who had his eyes closed waiting for death, his mind in total chaos.
Who should he believe?
From a perspective of profit, Su Ji's words were flawless.
Zhao Tianyang's expression of proving his innocence with death was equally impeccable.
Zhao Wuji felt a massive headache coming on.
He forcefully suppressed his irritation.
The more situations like this arose, the less he could afford to panic.
He couldn't kill Zhao Tianyang, at least not right now.
And he definitely couldn't touch Su Ji.
This key was the only means to open the Immortal Venerable's tomb.
Since that was the case...
A flash of resolve passed through Zhao Wuji's eyes.
Practice was the sole criterion for testing truth.
Whether it was the truth or a lie, one test would reveal all.
Pavilion Master.
Zhao Wuji turned around and bowed slightly to the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng, who was still watching the show.
This matter still needs to be confirmed.
In Su Hao's words just now, he mentioned that Zhao Tianyang was secretly collecting information on the mine slaves and even had a newcomer named Qin Feng monitor him.
Whether this is true or false, I will go and return shortly.
It won't take much time.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng raised his eyebrows, an expression of suit yourself on his face.
In the meantime.
Zhao Wuji shifted his gaze back to Su Ji and Zhao Tianyang, his profound eyes filled with an undisguised warning.
"I must ask the Pavilion Master to take the trouble of keeping a close eye on these two."
"Lest they... entertain any other ulterior motives."
Su Ji's expression remained perfectly composed.
Zhao Tianyang, however, could hardly contain his impatience. "I have nothing more to say! Patriarch, please make your move quickly!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
