The five people said gratefully

"Thank you, Master..."

Shi Miaomiao's eyes were practically drooling as she looked at me. The thought that the sect leader had actually coveted her body made her realize that the sect didn't seem so special after all…

The five people excitedly took the pills, and without caring whether they could withstand their effects, they immediately popped them into their mouths, as if afraid they would be snatched away in a moment…

"Follow me, and you won't be treated badly..."

As soon as I finished speaking, all five of them collapsed to the ground, convulsing...

I was also startled by what I saw, since I'd never taken this stuff before, and I had no idea how potent it was...

Won't I choke to death? If so, wouldn't that be a waste of 5 billion spiritual energy?

Because the Marrow Cleansing Pill expelled their stagnant constitution, all five of them were covered in sticky black impurities, and the smell was extremely foul…

I endured the stench emanating from the five people and checked on their condition...

It turned out the drug was too strong; its effects almost overwhelmed his consciousness, and he was just unconscious now…

In order to prevent the five people from dying, I had no choice but to put them into the space of the jade ruyi and use the earth spirit to protect their souls from being scattered...

This is because of the soul contract as a bridge; otherwise, even if an earth spirit wanted to enter someone else's consciousness, it wouldn't be able to...

This truly proves the saying that fortune and misfortune are interdependent...

After doing all this, I deliberately let out a sliver of my aura, then casually waited for the enemy to catch up...

I held the ninth-tier jade ruyi with a calm expression, and soon two demonic cultivators wielding skull staffs appeared not far away...

I've given up all expectations regarding the appearance of demonic cultivators. After all, few demonic cultivators have normal looks; the more they defy the laws of nature, the more they harm themselves…

Those who practice cultivation methods that violate heaven and reason will surely be abandoned by heaven…

I looked at the two people. One had a long face and a pointed chin, like a shoehorn. The other had a square face with two symmetrical fleshy bumps on the top of his head, like the earliest television set.

This appearance...

Tsk tsk…

This is truly unbelievable...

The moment the two of them appeared, they saw me sitting alone on the ground, and they could hardly believe their eyes…

In the deep mountains and forests, a place teeming with ferocious beasts, it's truly eerie that an ordinary person is here unharmed...

"Hey, you good-for-nothing, did you see a few people carrying a grand chair running past here?"

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator asked with a tone of humiliation. In the eyes of demonic cultivators, he would kill me after asking the question, so there was no need to be polite to a dead man...

"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm the one being carried?"

I retorted without holding back...

Holy crap…

Both of them were stunned, thinking to themselves, "Are ordinary people this brave nowadays?"

Not only are they not afraid of ferocious beasts, but they're not even afraid of demons?

At this moment, they began to doubt whether the skull staff in their hands lacked its intimidating power, and they couldn't help but wonder, "Do mortals no longer fear ghosts and gods?"

"Foolish mortal, you're courting death! Kneel down and apologize! I'm going to kill you..."

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator felt his dignity as a demonic cultivator had been trampled upon, so he had to reclaim it…

Watching his pointed chin bob up and down, I was terrified he might suddenly stab himself to death...

"How come there's a treasure on the ground..."

Out of curiosity, I really wanted to see if the shoehorn would get poked to death by the hole...

The two of them instinctively looked down, but found nothing. They immediately realized they'd been tricked and looked up at me angrily…

I stared in shock at the shoehorn; it had actually stabbed a wound into my chest…

However, the other person felt no pain, and no blood flowed; the wound seemed to be made of bone...

This shoehorn gives the impression of being a skin covering a pile of bones...

"You despicable mortal, how dare you play us like this! You're dead..."

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator roared in extreme anger…

"That's right, you're dead..."

The demonic cultivator immediately nodded in agreement...

"Since I'm going to die anyway, why should I apologize?"

Upon hearing my words, both of them immediately lost their minds, thinking, "Yeah, we're all going to die anyway, so why apologize?"

Thinking of this, the shoehorn-faced man immediately said

"I won't kill you, but you must apologize..."

I rolled my eyes at the two demonic cultivators; were they out of their minds?

"You said you wouldn't kill me, so why should I apologize?"

Holy crap…

The two of them scratched their heads frantically, thinking to themselves, "That makes sense. Since we don't have to die, why apologize?"

"Apologize first, then I'll decide whether to kill you or not..."

After the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator finished speaking, he felt he had been too clever; regardless of whether he killed him or not, he had to apologize first…

"You're not even sure if you'll kill me, so why should I apologize?"

I was just getting mischievous, but these two have definitely messed up their brains from practicing demonic cultivation...

"Brother, what he said seems to make sense..."

The television demon cultivator said with a sincere expression…

Snap...

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator slapped him across the face, then angrily said...

"Do I need you to tell me...?"

Looking at the fleshy ball on top of the TV screen, I finally understood where it came from. But to hit it so symmetrically is no easy feat…

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator pointed at me and questioned me.

Are you going to apologize or not?

Will you kill me or not?

Faced with my question, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was about to open his mouth to answer when he started brainstorming...

If the answer is "kill," then I will say, "If you're going to die anyway, why apologize?" If the answer is "don't kill," then I will say, "If you're not going to kill me, why apologize?" If the answer is "apologize first, then confirm," then I will say, "If you're not sure whether I'll live or die, why apologize?"

What should I do if I can't get the answer right no matter what I do?

"How could you be so stupid..."

Hearing my words, the two demonic cultivators turned pale, feeling their intelligence had been insulted. The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator pointed at me and said...

"How dare you insult my brother! You're dead..."

The skull staff in his hand suddenly surged with boundless malevolent energy, and the empty eyes of the skull flickered with a ghostly green light. Its murderous aura would have terrified an ordinary person to death without them even lifting a finger...

"You're so stupid and impulsive..."

"Ah...you actually dare to humiliate me! I'll kill you..."

The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator brandished his staff, ready to attack...

"Don't you want to know how I can apologize?"

Upon hearing my words, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator froze in mid-air. Although he desperately wanted to know the answer, his demonic cultivator's pride prevented him from asking…

"Don't be so impulsive. If you want someone to apologize, you can't say you'll kill them. Since you're going to die anyway, why suffer further humiliation?"

Seeing the two of them nod in agreement, I knew they'd taken the bait, so I continued to deceive them.

"Do you want to learn how to kill someone to vent your anger, and also how to make your enemy willingly apologize before they die?"