The two demonic cultivators exchanged glances, neither wanting to speak first. This was a matter of pride for demonic cultivators; they absolutely could not lower themselves to ask for guidance…
The shoehorn demonic cultivator kicked the television demonic cultivator, who immediately understood and said to me...
"My boss wants to know, you should tell him quickly..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's face darkened, and he glared at his foolish brother with annoyance. However, since he had already said it, knowing the answer was the most important thing, so he turned his gaze to me...
"If you want someone to apologize, you have to instill fear in them, or give them a glimmer of hope. Take me for example, you could say, 'If you don't apologize, I'll kill you...'"
The subtext I heard was that if I apologize, you'll spare my life. But you never said whether you would kill me after I apologize. So, after I apologize, the decision of whether to kill me or not is in your own hands.
For example, you've already decided to kill me, and you've already said it out loud...
"Then you can say something that terrifies me. For example, if I don't apologize, you can say you'll use every means to torture me, making me wish I were dead, but if I apologize, you'll give me a quick death. Under the influence of fear, wouldn't I apologize?"
That makes sense...
The two demonic cultivators felt as if they had been enlightened...
“That…foolish mortal…apologize to me now, or I’ll kill you…”
The shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator immediately put his newfound knowledge to use, pointing at me and saying…
"Then kill me..."
Gaa…
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was stunned. He thought to himself, "That's not what you just said. Why aren't you following the script?"
"Aren't you afraid of dying?"
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator asked stupidly...
"I'm afraid of dying, but you can't kill me..."
Upon hearing my words, the two demonic cultivators exchanged a glance, as if they had heard a hilarious joke. They were cultivators, yet they claimed they couldn't kill an ordinary person...
"Haha...this foolish mortal actually said we can't kill him, isn't that ridiculous..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was almost breathless from laughing, constantly slapping the television demonic cultivator's head until his head was buzzing...
Just then, the television demon cultivator noticed the jade ruyi in my hand first…
"Big brother, a treasure..."
Snap...
"It's enough that a stupid mortal is fooling me, but you're fooling me too? I'll teach you to fool me... I'll teach you to fool me..."
The shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator said one thing and started a fight, leaving the TV-wielding demonic cultivator completely bewildered...
"Big brother, there really is treasure..."
The demonic cultivator on the television pointed at the jade ruyi in my arms and continued, even though he was dizzy and disoriented from the beating, his innate greed still kept his eyes fixed on the jade ruyi in my hand…
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator followed his underling's hand and looked, only to find that the television demonic cultivator, dazed from being hit, was pointing in the direction right next to me...
Seeing the empty ground, the shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator struck even harder…
As I watched the two horns grow larger and larger, the sense of their imposing presence became increasingly apparent…
"You tricked me...you tricked me..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was furious. Being made fun of by mortals was bad enough, but now even his underlings were making fun of him. Where was his dignity as a demonic cultivator?
"Big brother, stop hitting him... if you keep hitting him, his brain will be shattered..."
The demonic cultivator pleaded through the television, no longer daring to mention the treasure...
Hearing his underling beg for mercy, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator finally stopped what he was doing and turned his gaze to me…
Looking at the wound on his chest, I couldn't help but admire how those two had survived until now, not even dying from their own stupidity...
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator immediately noticed the jade ruyi in my hand, and he became even angrier…
He hit the demonic cultivator's head while yelling at him in front of the television.
"There's treasure, but you won't tell... I told you not to tell... but you won't tell..."
The TV repairman felt utterly wronged. "I already told them, so why did they hit me again?" he thought. "Speaking is wrong, not speaking is wrong, it's too difficult..."
"He just said that you just didn't see it..."
I really couldn't stand it anymore. If this fight continued, I reckon this TV demon cultivator would be sent away by his good brother...
"Are you saying I'm blind? Am I blind? Am I blind?"
The TV repairman was completely dumbfounded. "Why do you hit me when someone insults me? This doesn't make sense..."
"The jade ruyi in my hand is a ninth-tier treasure..."
Upon hearing the word "ninth-tier treasure," the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's raised hand finally froze in mid-air, the greed in his eyes no longer concealed...
Bang…
The shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator kicked the television demonic cultivator, sending him flying right where I was standing…
"Get that treasure back for me..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator sensed something was amiss, so he decided to send his underlings to scout ahead...
"Hand over the treasure, or I'll kill you..."
The demonic cultivator saw double images all over the television screen, but he didn't care. He pointed at one of the images and threatened it...
I looked around, but there was nothing there. Has this guy lost his eyesight?
"I bet you can't kill me..."
I spread my hands, saying nonchalantly, "No matter how powerful the attack, it's only effective if it hits the body. Judging by his eyesight, he's probably done for..."
"Ouch... mortal, you're ruined... Die..."
The demonic cultivator on the TV raised his skull staff and smashed it towards my head, but the actual target was just a rock next to me...
Boom…
The stone turned to dust instantly, and the demonic cultivator in the television set looked up, seeing me standing unharmed, motionless...
He shouted directly at the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator.
"Brother, this mortal knows how to create clones..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator rubbed his forehead, feeling utterly ashamed of his brother…
"You missed, attack a little to the left..."
Upon hearing his elder brother's words, the demonic cultivator on the television immediately turned and attacked him. Had he not dodged in time, he would probably have been killed by his own underling...
"Why did you hit me? I was talking about your left side, you idiot..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator moved to the other side, afraid of being attacked again, but the television-shaped demonic cultivator, upon hearing his boss's words, immediately turned and attacked in another direction...
As luck would have it, the two were face to face again, and the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator could only watch helplessly as his underling's attack landed on him...
If he hadn't defended himself in time, he probably would have been killed by his underlings...
"You idiot, it's me..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator roared...
"Brother, why do you always protect this mortal from attacks? Has your conscience finally awakened?"
Hearing his underling's words, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator almost choked on his own breath and nearly died of anger...
You're talking about conscience with a demonic cultivator? What kind of outrageous talk is that? Do demonic cultivators even have that kind of thing?
"Don't move, I'll do it myself..."
The shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator was frightened and had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He pointed his staff at me and said angrily.
"Hand over the treasure, or I'll kill you..."
"Then hurry up and get started, I can't wait..."
Upon hearing my words, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's brain completely shut down; he was utterly stumped by what I said…
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