Published: March 3, 2025
The word "roll" seemed to have received some kind of humiliation, and the old scholar-like Yuwen Zheng trembled in anger.
The five people beside him also changed their expressions.
Regardless of their status as yuan ying true monarchs or their high standing in the righteous path, they were used to being treated with respect and flattery.
When had they ever experienced such treatment?
As soon as those words fell, some individuals were unable to contain their fury.
However, despite their anger, the vast disparity in strength was evident, and ultimately, they did not dare to act, only feeling helplessly enraged.
They could dare to be angry but not dare to speak!
Although the righteous path was rigidly structured, with fewer overt changes compared to the other two regions, the covert shifts were no less significant.
Yuwen Zheng had been tempered through experience and was well aware of the power disparity between the two sides, understanding that the rules here were different from the outside world.
His anger was suppressed, and he quickly calmed down, realizing that the disdainful attitude of the other party signaled a dangerous situation for himself.
"There is no way out."
'If I do not back down, there will be consequences I cannot bear.'
Thinking this, Yuwen Zheng sighed dejectedly.
The combat power of the three great cultivators, and especially the old demon Qingyang, who had a record of slaying great cultivators, meant that they also posed a threat to him.
Although they had more people, the number was no longer the deciding factor in a yuan ying-level confrontation.
When great cultivators acted, they were certainly not something mid-stage true monarchs could restrain; no matter what, they would not be their opponents.
'Incompetence is no excuse, you can take this treasured land, my three fellow Daoists.'
"We will take our leave first."
After a few breaths, Yuwen Zheng forced a smile, cupped his hands, and voluntarily conceded,
following which he did not linger and led the five men out of the cave's range, quickly heading to other places.
Dressed in the ancient treasure Ghostly Twilight Armor and wielding the Setting Sun Golden Rainbow Spear, Liu Yu coldly watched Yuwen Zheng and the six leave the cave without choosing to act.
"At least this person knows their place, otherwise..."
Flashing through this thought, he immediately withdrew his gaze.
Yuwen Zheng was finally a clever person; he did not leave while spouting threats like in some plots.
Otherwise, leaving easily was out of the question, and the outcome would have been entirely different.
'Indeed, power is the only language they understand.
'Power is the greatest principle.'
Watching the retreating figures of Yuwen Zheng and the others, Ink Plum's eyes flashed with deep contemplation, momentarily appearing dazed.
She had originally been enamored with alchemy, thinking that the connections she amassed as a fourth-grade alchemist would be enough to keep herself and her sect safe.
But a crisis from the Mystic Ice Palace shattered this dream, awakening her to the realization that no external force could be relied upon.
After that, Ink Plum lost her previous enthusiasm for alchemy.
On one hand, she devoted more time to cultivation, especially strengthening her skills with spells and magical treasures.
On the other hand, she took a boutique approach to diplomacy, forming friendships with likable peers, such as Liu Yu and Yellow Brow.
Now, decades later, not only had she broken through to the late yuan ying stage, but her relationships with two powerful peers were also deep and significant, proving that her choices were not wrong.
At this moment, looking at the retreating figures of Yuwen Zheng and his six companions, Ink Plum's understanding of strength deepened even further.
In her eyes, the retreating Yuwen Zheng and his six men appeared as six defeated hounds.
Beauty fades, and one day, looks will vanish.
"Sincerity can decay; living and dying together today may not be so tomorrow."