The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng did not speak immediately.
His gaze lingered on Su Ji's face for a long time.
If the Zhao family obtained the legacy, Zhao Teng might become a new Immortal Venerable in a few millennia.
By then, the favor of his witnessing today would naturally rise in value, becoming truly priceless.
But this Golden Core brat in front of him...
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng had to admit that those words just now had truly swayed him.
A guy who dared to plot the killing of two Soul Formation reception envoys on the very day of his ascension possessed a ruthlessness and extremity of means far beyond ordinary men.
As for the so-called narrowly losing by one move, he naturally did not believe it.
If he truly had the strength to fight Zhao Teng until the mountains and rivers inverted, and was determined to flee, Zhao Teng might not necessarily be able to make him stay.
But a Golden Core fighting above his realm against a Soul Formation cultivator... was already incredibly rare and commendable.
If he were allowed to take the legacy...
In a few millennia, this Canghuang Realm might just produce another Immortal Venerable capable of stirring up storms.
One was a predictable long-term investment: low risk, long return cycle.
The other was a high-stakes gamble full of variables: extremely high risk, but if he won the bet...
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng rapidly weighed the options in his mind.
After a long time.
Your chips have indeed tempted me.
He looked at Su Ji, and in those bright eyes, there was no longer the slightest hint of contempt.
But I cannot just take your one-sided word for it.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng slowly paced two steps, his long robes fluttering loudly in the baleful wind.
How about this?
He stopped, turned around, and locked his eyes onto Su Ji.
You said you fought Zhao Teng and narrowly lost by a single move.
Then I will give you this opportunity.
I will find a way to create a chance for you to safely obtain that Immortal Venerable's relic.
But correspondingly...
He drew out his words.
Regardless of whether this relic actually improves your strength or not.
You must face Zhao Teng directly.
I only believe in the victor.
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng's voice returned to its usual flatness.
It is impossible for me to bet all my treasures on a brat as full of variables as you.
I need to see with my own eyes who between you and him is truly more worthy of my investment.
What do you say?
Su Ji did not answer immediately.
He had no choice.
From the moment he chose to step into this world, he had no way back.
Pavilion Master.
A smile slowly bloomed on Su Ji's face.
Your proposal sounds... very fair.
He looked at the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng.
However, I have one more question.
What happens after I win?
Hearing this, the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng laughed.
He liked dealing with smart people.
Because smart people knew what they wanted, and they also knew what they had to pay.
If you win...
The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng walked up to Su Ji, reached out, and gently patted his shoulder.
Then there will be no need for the Zhao family to exist anymore.
You can just retreat in one piece with all the Immortal Venerable's relics.
I will take the initiative to help cover your tracks, so that the items in your hands don't become someone else's prize before they even get warm.
You said that as long as you are given time, you have that confidence.
Then what harm is there in my Tingfeng Pavilion giving you some time!
But, at the end of the day, I am just a businessman who focuses on returns. I can't take such a huge risk without getting a single thing out of it.
And it just so happens that you are a demonic cultivator.
I advise you to think carefully about how to make me believe that you will definitely remember my favor after you win.
Otherwise, I will have no choice but to reluctantly accept that Immortal Venerable's relic for myself.
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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.
