He was advising Su Ji not to throw his life away.
Hearing this, the old Daoist gave the Pavilion Master a smile, but no matter how one looked at it, that smile exuded a chilling, hypocritical coldness.
He looked Liu Kuanglan up and down, his tone carrying the superiority of a senior lecturing a junior.
"So you are stepping forward now to plead for this brat?"
"Or perhaps..."
The old Daoist narrowed his eyes, his voice suddenly turning sharp.
"Your Listening Wind Pavilion wants to arm-wrestle with my Imperial Court Mountain?"
That was a heavy accusation to bear.
Liu Kuanglan hurriedly waved his hands.
"Senior must be joking."
"How would this junior dare to oppose Imperial Court Mountain?"
"The Listening Wind Pavilion never interferes in personal grudges."
As Liu Kuanglan spoke, he calmly took half a step back, making his stance clear.
"I only stepped forward because I did not want to see a good seedling senselessly destroyed."
"And also..."
Liu Kuanglan turned his head to look at Su Ji, a trace of seriousness appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"To remind this young friend."
"Sometimes, taking a step back is best for everyone."
"Moreover, he is merely a wisp of a divided soul. He cannot bring the memories from here back to his true body."
Liu Kuanglan's words were completely transparent.
He was also giving Su Ji a way out.
Facing an Immortal King, even if it was just a projection, backing down was not shameful.
As long as the green hills remain, there will be no shortage of firewood.
As long as he survived today, with the talent and temperament Su Ji had displayed, he might very well be able to challenge even Imperial Court Mountain in the future.
As for the blood oath?
Heh...
Blood oaths... seals... barriers...
Was not the very meaning of their existence to be broken?
If he died here today...
Then he would truly have nothing left.
Everyone looked at Su Ji.
The old Daoist was waiting for him to kneel.
Liu Kuanglan was waiting for him to bow his head.
Even Su Jiu, though she did not speak, had her small hands tightly clenched and slightly trembling, clearly worried for his safety.
The air was terrifyingly quiet.
The only sounds were the distant flow of magma and Zhao Teng's monster-like panting.
Su Ji kept his head lowered.
No one could see the expression on his face.
After a long while.
He slowly raised his head.
"I said, the blood on these hands is still boiling hot."
"You should know whether I will yield today or not!"
"Are you deaf?"
At this moment, Su Ji's blood boiled, and his marrow seethed.
Would he win?
Would he lose?
Even if he had to endure the greatest suffering, it did not matter.
"Liu Kuanglan, help me hold off this old thing."
The Pavilion Master pointed at himself with a look of utter disbelief: "Me?"
No, seriously, brother?
Had he not made it exceedingly clear that he absolutely would not intervene?
Had he not already explained the pros and cons to this kid?
What kind of nonsense was he spouting here?
Would he make a move?
He definitely would not...
Then, an inexplicable sentence reached Liu Kuanglan's ears.
"In the coming years, when I host the Emperor's Banquet, I am willing to treat the Pavilion Master as an honored guest."
It was indeed inexplicable...
What a massive empty promise...
Every year, there were at least a hundred thousand, if not a million, youths who fantasized about becoming an Immortal Emperor.
But every hundred thousand years...
Only one Emperor would emerge.
What a joke, did he think Liu Kuanglan...
He saw Su Ji crush his own Golden Core.
He had already left himself no way out.
"I have come."
"For those of Great Xia who can never return."
The Pavilion Master's pupils suddenly shrank.
Great Xia...
An unfamiliar yet familiar word...
It seemed he had heard it somewhere before.
Before he could think about it carefully.
Su Ji used his spear as a sword, pointing it straight at Zhao Teng, completely ignoring the old Daoist blocking their way: "Desolate Meteor Sword!"
He remembered...
It was the Great Xia Imperial Clan that had appeared in this world as fleetingly as a night-blooming cereus...
It was a sword art he had only been fortunate enough to hear about in legends...
He then looked at Su Jiu, whose breath was as weak as a gossamer thread...
Even though she only had three and a half tails...
He made his move.
The madness in Liu Kuanglan's name could also stand for sheer arrogance.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
