165: Chapter 165 Threatening the Ancient Demon!

Chapter 165: Threatening the Ancient Demon!

"You are right, I indeed can help you resurrect. Isn't that so, Ancient Demon? An Ancient Demon soul fragment from the Ancient Demon Realm... it seems I should call you Xue Yan, or something else? I can't quite remember. Regardless, you are definitely not a Human Race Cultivator, nor are you the Venerable Cang Kun you are currently pretending to be. He didn't have the skill to preserve a soul fragment until now; only you lot from the Ancient Demon Realm have the ability to keep a soul fragment around this long. All for the sake of finding a Cultivator to take you into Demon Fall Valley and locate a body. That way, you could use the originally sealed body to resurrect and find the sealed demon soul."

"After that, you would devour and merge with it to completely restore everything. If that happens, you would once again become an Ancient Demon of the Soul Transformation Stage from the Ancient Demon Realm. At that time, in the entire Mortal Realm, the number of Cultivators who could stand on equal footing with you... well, I won't say they're countable on one hand, but there certainly wouldn't be many."

"In fact, in the entire Mortal Realm, there might not be a single existence capable of matching you. Most importantly, the key is that you could head to the Great Jin Cultivation World to resurrect your Demon Realm Sacred Ancestor's soul fragment, Sacred Ancestor Yuan Cha. Although it's only a soul fragment, it would still be enough to unify and control the entire Mortal Realm. At that point, the Mortal Realm would belong to your Ancient Demon Realm."

"What I've said shouldn't be wrong; this must be the plan of the high-level figures in your Ancient Demon Realm. Unfortunately, during the ancient era, the assistance of the Human Race from the ancient Spirit Realm caused your plan to fail. That is why you are thinking of restarting the plan now. As long as everything goes smoothly, this plan will definitely succeed, and even I would find it difficult to stop."

"To be precise, even the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators of this Mortal Realm would find it difficult to hinder or change it."

When Zhao Changsheng finished speaking, not only was Master Le in his arms shocked beyond measure, but the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar before him also had a face that looked incredibly grim. Even his soul fragment was trembling, as if it might dissipate at any moment.

However, he soon recovered, though shock and disbelief still lingered on his face.

"How do you know all this? Are you a descendant of those three old ghosts?"

"Don't misunderstand, I have no relation to those three old ghosts. I have no interest in them whatsoever, so don't get the wrong idea. I know these things because I have the ability to know them. Now that I've spoken out, you should know I harbor no ill will; I simply wish to cooperate with you."

Zhao Changsheng's words made Master Le's face turn pale in his arms. If she didn't trust Zhao Changsheng implicitly, she would have wanted to leave immediately, knowing she might be walking a path to certain death.

"You want to cooperate with us? How do you want to cooperate?"

Regarding Zhao Changsheng's words, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar sized him up again, finding it somewhat hard to believe.

"I presume Fellow Daoist is aware that with the current state of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi in the Mortal Realm, it is very difficult to break through to the Soul Transformation Stage, let alone reach the Great Perfection of Late Soul Transformation Stage. Naturally, I am unwilling to fail to reach that level and ascend to the Spirit Realm. Regardless of where I ascend, as long as I can ascend, it's fine. So my goal is simple: Ascension. Since I cannot ascend to the Spirit Realm, I will ascend to the Demon Realm. However, ordinary means to ascend to the Demon Realm certainly won't work. I don't have that ability, but you do. Demonic Qi Infusion is one such method. What I've said shouldn't be a problem; it should be quite correct."

Before his voice had even faded, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar couldn't help but burst into loud laughter.

"So it's Demonic Qi Infusion. Fellow Daoist truly has great skill to even know about this. Indeed, with Fellow Daoist's Aptitude, using this method would allow you to smoothly break through to the Soul Transformation Stage. However, Fellow Daoist must think carefully; once you take this step, there is no turning back. Furthermore, only the Sacred Ancestor herself can accomplish this. I cannot, even if I find and devour the demon soul. Therefore, no matter the cost, you must help this seat find the Sacred Ancestor's soul fragment. Only she can do it, though I can help you go a step further and reach the Late Stage."

"That is naturally no problem. However, I don't need your help to reach the Late Nascent Soul Stage; I can step into that level at any time without assistance. Moreover, resurrecting the soul fragment of that Sacred Ancestor is not something that can be done in a moment. Such a long period is enough for me to break through to the Late Nascent Soul Stage. When the time comes, if I find a few more Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators in the same situation as me, the chance of success will be even greater. Am I right, Fellow Daoist?"

After Zhao Changsheng finished speaking, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar before him was incredibly pleased.

"Good, good, truly good. A truly excellent plan. But why should this seat trust you?"

Pleasure aside, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar still asked this question.

He felt that Zhao Changsheng's words were strange—very strange, and something felt quite off.

"Why trust me? Because you have no choice. You have absolutely no other option but to trust me. Otherwise, forget about resurrecting or rescuing your Sacred Ancestor's soul fragment—even leaving this place would be impossible. I presume you've seen this before, and you should be clear on what it is."

"I won't bother explaining it to you further."

As he spoke, a pale gold lightning arc appeared in Zhao Changsheng's palm. The moment this pale gold lightning arc appeared, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar's face instantly turned pale.

"Evil-Warding Divine Thunder! I truly never expected you to possess such a Divine Ability. It truly surprises this seat."

"You are right to be surprised. After all, normal methods find it difficult to wipe you out completely, but this move can. Whether it's a Demonic Path Cultivator or an Ancient Demon like you, you are all extremely afraid of it. Its suppression of you is simply too powerful. So, you have no choice but to trust me. If you don't, then I have no other way but to kill you first, and then go to Demon Fall Valley alone to search slowly."

"Though it will take longer and be more dangerous, it can still be done. Anyway, I am still young; I have plenty of time to wait you out. I can certainly do it."

After Zhao Changsheng finished speaking, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar's expression became complicated. He truly didn't know whether he should trust Zhao Changsheng; he felt there must be a conspiracy behind everything Zhao Changsheng said, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

"You don't need to worry about anything or care about anything. None of that matters. What you should care about is hurrying up and agreeing. I don't have that much time to waste with you here. I have many things to do; I still have to establish my great Cultivation Empire. If you delay my time, I won't mind killing you, then finding a way into Demon Fall Valley to find your original body and help your main soul resurrect."

"You should know that compared to your soul fragment, your main soul would probably be very happy to help me. This isn't a difficult matter. Alright, time is short, think it over carefully. You had best decide before I take the items from here. If you haven't decided and instead think of escaping, I can tell you that no matter where you run, I can kill you. After all, I know your situation perfectly; killing you is not a difficult task for me. Think clearly before you answer me."

Having finished his piece, Zhao Changsheng didn't bother with the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar anymore. He continued to hold his Little Beloved Wife in his arms and began inspecting the treasures here. To Zhao Changsheng, the Restrictions on these treasures were like paper; they were completely broken with a simple wave of his hand.

He didn't need any other methods to break them; a wave of his palm was enough.

Such terrifying methods and Divine Ability strength made the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar's expression even uglier. He didn't know whether to agree to Zhao Changsheng. But at the moment, he had no choice but to agree. After all, if Zhao Changsheng just lightly waved his hand, he would surely die. This was a feeling, not an illusion.

This was the feeling Zhao Changsheng gave the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar, and it was definitely no illusion.

It was a feeling of death coming from deep within.

Under these circumstances, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar knew time was running out and he had to decide quickly. Zhao Changsheng's Little Beloved Wife naturally understood his goal. She said nothing along the way, except for a few comments on the treasures. She seriously followed Zhao Changsheng, looking at whatever treasures he looked at, and if she wanted something, she just spoke up and took it. She was very happy and naturally said nothing else.

She was also incredibly joyful in her heart.

She knew that Zhao Changsheng's words to the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar definitely had a purpose; they weren't just said randomly.

Just like that, after all the treasures on the first floor were taken, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar grew flustered, his face showing panic. He wanted to flee, but the thought of Zhao Changsheng's methods made him stop. He waited as Zhao Changsheng took the treasures from the second floor.

When Zhao Changsheng had taken all the treasures from the second floor, he went back downstairs.

When he reached the bottom, the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar made his decision.

"This seat can agree to cooperate with you, but you must promise this seat one thing: let this seat leave my Sacred Race's mark within your body. Don't worry, it won't cause you much harm. As long as you do not betray our agreement, this mark will have no effect on you whatsoever. You can rest assured."

"Do you think I'm stupid? Do you think I'm a fool? Do you think I'm fun to play with? You want to use this kind of method to toy with me?"

"If you are unwilling, then I will wipe you out right now, leaving nothing of this soul fragment behind. If you are willing, then follow me honestly and don't try any tricks. If you dare to play tricks, I'll see you dead without a grave. This is not a difficult task for me. The reason I've kept you until now is mainly because you still have a tiny bit of use to me."

"If you didn't have even a tiny bit of use, I can tell you that you would be dead already, and very thoroughly so. To me, useless fellows don't need to exist; those that exist must be useful."

"I hope you won't say such things again. Now you have two choices: first, agree to what I just said; second, oppose and refuse me, and then be wiped out until not a trace remains. After that, I will go to Demon Fall Valley myself to find the original body and main soul you mentioned."

"You should be very clear that I can do it. It might just take a bit more time, but that's nothing to me. Your only use is to save me some time. That is your only use; you have no other use at all."

"Doesn't Fellow Daoist think you are being too much?"

The Middle-aged Confucian Scholar couldn't take it anymore, his face looking grim to the extreme.

"Too much? I'm not being too much, I'm being arrogant. In the entire Tiannan Cultivation World, who doesn't know I am aggressive and overbearing? I am arrogant, conceited, and lawless. There are also two other terms: possessing vast Divine Abilities and being matchless in the world. Looking at the entire Tiannan Cultivation World, not a single Cultivator is my match. I can guarantee you this: if any Cultivator were my match, I would have been dead without a grave long ago. So, you have no choice."

"Don't think you have the skill; you have no skill before me. You have never had the ability to negotiate, only the right to agree or disagree. If you think you have the ability, you can attack me right now. I guarantee I only need one move to thoroughly kill you. I don't need any extra methods; just one move is enough to wipe you out completely."

"Alright, now you can answer my question. Remember to answer well. If I'm satisfied, you can continue to live. If I'm not, your only path is death."

Zhao Changsheng's face instantly returned to his previous smiling expression. This demeanor of his made the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar even more terrified.

"This seat agrees!"

That sense of dread forced the Middle-aged Confucian Scholar to utter those three words.

"Good, good. Now that's a smart person—or rather, a smart demon. Your choice truly satisfies me. In that case, hand over your life for me to manage; that way, I can be completely at ease."

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