This is the Coldness of a Businessman

It was not arrogance.

It was an indifference that stemmed from the very bones.

In his eyes, telling Su Ji to commit suicide was by no means a humiliation.

It was a rare act of mercy.

After all, if he were to do it himself, the scene would probably be very ugly.

Having his body smashed to pieces would be getting off lightly.

He was in a bad mood, and he feared he would truly make the boy beg for life and pray for death in vain.

Leave with some dignity, and you can reincarnate a bit earlier in your next life.

Zhao Teng stood with his hands behind his back, even taking a few steps in retreat.

It was as if he was afraid that Su Ji's blood would splatter five paces and dirty his clothes.

Su Ji looked at Zhao Teng.

Su Jiu was already anxious, his power restlessly surging through his meridians, clearly ready to fight to the death.

Senior Brother! Let us fight him to the death!

Shh.

Su Ji comforted him in his heart.

The expression on his face was very strange.

There was no anger, but rather a smile that looked like a sigh of relief.

He slowly released his grip on the Fallen Dragon Spear. The spear tip dropped to the ground, emitting a crisp clang.

With this release, he dropped all his defenses.

Alright.

Su Ji nodded, answering crisply and cleanly, As you wish.

At this, even the Pavilion Master of Tingfeng, who had been standing to the side watching the show, was momentarily stunned.

He agreed?

This kid racked his brains and finally managed to kill Zhao Wuji, but with just one word from Zhao Teng, he was really going to slit his own throat?

This script was not right.

Zhao Teng also raised an eyebrow, seemingly a little surprised by Su Ji's tact, but mostly feeling a sense of expected dullness.

The people of the world were mostly ignorant, always thinking that as long as they put their lives on the line, they could defy the heavens and change their fate.

Little did they know, there were some chasms that could not be filled even with one's life.

The kid in front of him, although his methods were a bit dirty, had a much clearer head than his idiot father.

Knowing that resistance was futile, he simply chose a quick end.

I suppose you are a sensible person.

Zhao Teng nodded slightly, a hint of rewarding approval in his eyes, Do it.

As he spoke, he stopped looking at Su Ji and instead turned toward the pitch-black stone pillar in the distance, seemingly studying the patterns on it, completely unconcerned that Su Ji might suddenly attack.

Or rather, he did not care at all.

The dying counterattack of an ant, apart from adding a little stain to the sole of a shoe, was meaningless.

However.

Um... Young Master Zhao.

Su Ji's voice sounded again, carrying a somewhat negotiating tone, Before I end my life, could you give me a little time?

Zhao Teng paused his movements, turned his head, and frowned slightly, What? Leaving last words?

Not exactly.

Su Ji sighed, reached out to straighten his already tattered robe, and wiped the blood off his face.

It is mainly... look at me now, I look neither human nor ghost.

Since you chose to let me have a dignified end, you should at least let me tidy up my appearance, right?

I have always loved cleanliness since I was a child, and I do not want to leave looking too sloppy.

Su Ji spoke with absolute sincerity.

Zhao Teng stared at him for a while.

His eyes flickered with a scrutinizing light, as if wanting to see through what kind of malicious intent was hidden beneath Su Ji's skin.

But soon, he withdrew his gaze.

It did not matter.

In the face of absolute strength, any schemes and tricks were a joke.

If this kid wanted to use the opportunity of tidying up his appearance to launch a sneak attack, or wanted to stall for time to wait for a rescue...

Then it could only be said that he was overthinking it.

Perhaps there really would be some hunters coming over later who had smelled the blood.

But being total strangers, who would save him?

As you wish.

Zhao Teng waved his hand casually, If you want to stall for time, that is up to you too.

I was close by, so I came quickly. As for the others... I am afraid it will be a while.

Even if you stall for a little while, the outcome will not change.

Living a little longer just means suffering a little longer.

After saying that, he truly ignored Su Ji, pulling out a jade slip from his storage ring and starting to record the patterns on the stone pillar.

Seeing this, the smile on Su Ji's lips deepened.

He was in no hurry to tidy up his appearance.

Instead, he turned around and cast his gaze toward the white-robed figure who had been standing in the shadows, blending into the darkness.

Pavilion Master of Tingfeng.

This True Immortal adult had maintained this posture since earlier, neither attacking nor leaving.

It was as if he was patiently waiting for the climax to arrive.

Su Ji looked at him.

Pavilion Master.

Su Ji suddenly spoke.

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng raised his eyelids and glanced at him indifferently.

What? Right before you die, you want this seat to chant a Rebirth Mantra for you?

His tone was teasing.

It made sense.

If Su Ji was only at the level he showed during his fight with Zhao Wuji just now...

Facing a monstrous genius of Zhao Teng's level, what other path could there be besides death?

As for what he said earlier about fighting Zhao Teng to the point of madness, thinking about it now, it was nothing more than a joke.

Su Ji shook his head.

He took a step forward, the pink flowing light on his body flickering slightly, casting a somewhat demonic glow on his face.

There is no need for the Rebirth Mantra.

I just suddenly wanted to ask the Pavilion Master a question.

Ask, the Pavilion Master said concisely.

Pavilion Master, in your life, do you like taking high-stakes gambles?

As soon as this question was asked, the air seemed to quiet down a bit.

Zhao Teng's finger, which was recording on the jade slip, paused slightly, but he did not turn his head. A mocking curve simply appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Gamble?

Only incompetent fools at the end of their rope loved pinning their hopes on luck.

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng looked at Su Ji, a hint of surprise flashing in his bright eyes before turning into understanding.

He could roughly guess what Su Ji was trying to do.

He wanted to drag him down with him.

He wanted to use a massive bait to lure him, a True Immortal, into breaking the rules and attacking Zhao Teng.

This kid, even at this point, still had not given up.

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng shook his head gently.

I do not.

A brief response, answered cleanly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

Why? Su Ji pressed. Is life in this world not just one big gamble? Win, and you get clubs and young models; lose, and you go work in the sea... oh wait, I mean, win, and you achieve carefree immortality; lose, and your body dies while your Dao vanishes.

Since we have all embarked on this path of cultivation, who among us is not a gambler?

The Pavilion Master of Tingfeng smiled.

That smile carried a clarity that saw through worldly affairs, as well as the reserve of someone in a high position.

You are right. Cultivation is indeed going against the heavens; every step is gambling with one's life.

But that is only for people like you who are still struggling in the mud.

He pointed at himself, then pointed at the unseen sky above his head.

Once you reach my position, the things you see are different.

Wealth and honor are sought in danger, but they are also lost in danger.

When seeking, you succeed one time out of ten; when losing, you lose nine times out of ten.

The Pavilion Master's voice was calm, as if instructing a junior, If you stake your life and fortune on luck every time, there will always be a time when you slip up.

I am a businessman, not a gambler.

Businessmen care about cost accounting, risk control, and the ratio of investment to return.

Only those desperate outlaws who have nothing at all desire to turn their lives around through a single high-stakes gamble.

Speaking up to here, he looked at Su Ji, the smile in his eyes gradually fading away, leaving only an absolute rationality.

"Su Hao, I know what you want to say."

"You want me to make a gamble."

"To gamble that stepping in to help you kill Zhao Teng will bring me greater benefits?"

The Pavilion Master shook his head, a hint of regret in his tone.

"The risk is too great."

"Zhao Teng is not Zhao Wuji."

"The entity standing behind him is far more troublesome than you can imagine."

"Otherwise, where do you think his confidence comes from?"

"For some illusory 'big news', for a 'favor' that may never be fulfilled..."

"And potentially offending that faction in the process..."

"Let me put it this way."

"There is at least a thirty percent chance that Zhao Teng will become an Immortal in the future."

This probability might not seem high.

But considering the long lifespan of an Immortal and the hundreds of billions of living beings in the Canghuang Realm.

An Immortal in power would see off at least a dozen generations of cultivators before gradually aging and dying, only then making way for a newcomer to take the throne.

It roughly means...

Out of a hundred billion people, they might only have the chance to fight for a single Immortal position once every ten years.

The Pavilion Master spread his hands, his face showing that he was completely unable to help.

"The probability of making a loss on this deal exceeds ninety-nine percent."

"Therefore, I will not gamble."

These words were spoken flawlessly, leaving no room for argument.

He refused Su Ji's plea for help.

In his eyes, the situation had already completely collapsed the moment Su Ji was sent flying by Zhao Wuji.

Since it had already collapsed, it was time to cut his losses.

This was the cold ruthlessness of a businessman.