"I said I was going to kill you..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator repeated with a fierce expression…
"I already said, you can't kill me, so go ahead and do it..."
"I am coming…"
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator wanted me to submit, but I didn't take him seriously at all, and just calmly watched him...
My attitude left the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator somewhat unsure of the source of my confidence, and why he couldn't see any fear in my eyes, after all, he was a demonic cultivator with a fierce appearance...
"Look at you, such a coward! You can't even bring yourself to lay a hand on an ordinary person like me. Don't ever call yourself a demonic cultivator again, it's too embarrassing..."
"How dare you humiliate me..."
"I'm humiliating you? You're so ugly, just looking at you makes me want to vomit. I'm just stating the facts. Look at you now, you don't even have the courage to make a move. What use are you?"
Before the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator could react, the television-themed demonic cultivator jumped out and roared.
"I can't take this... How dare you humiliate my boss like this... I'm going to kill you..."
The moment he finished roaring, he unleashed a series of attacks on the boulder next to me, a sight that sent chills down my spine. I wondered what grudge he held against me that he wouldn't even spare a rock...
The shoehorn guy was furious, but he didn't dare bother his underling, afraid that if the other guy missed again, he'd become the target...
He also raised his staff and spoke to me with an extremely fierce expression and tone.
"Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish..."
The skull in the shoehorn-wielding demon cultivator's hand shot out a faint green light, heading straight for my chest...
He's planning to deliver a fatal blow to me...
Bang…
A loud crash rang out, and the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's fierce expression turned to shock, followed by fear...
Because his attack, which was less than a meter in front of me, was actually deflected...
The power hadn't diminished in the slightest; faced with its full-force attack, even the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's diaper was soaked with fear...
In a panic, he yelled and brandished his skull staff to defend himself, managing to deflect the attack without serious injury…
At this moment, a question confronted him: should he continue the attack? He glanced at the television screen beside him, where the demonic cultivator was still pounding against the stone. He also sensed that his spiritual energy was almost depleted; he no longer had the ability to fight back…
Even though his intelligence had already gone astray, he knew he couldn't continue attacking, but he was unwilling to give up...
Watching helplessly as an ordinary person wields a ninth-tier magic weapon, his heart bleeds. Ordinary people can't use it, and he can't snatch it from them; he can only watch helplessly…
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was in immense pain. He was powerless to stop this wasteful act, which was worse than death itself…
"I told you you couldn't kill me..."
I spread my hands and stated the objective facts…
"Foolish mortal, I'll give you a chance. Offer me the magic weapon willingly, and I might let you leave alive..."
The shoehorn-wielding demonic cultivator didn't give up; he planned to use threats to force me to hand over the treasure...
"I'll give you a chance to rephrase your words. Which eye of yours saw that I was scared? If you don't like it, try hitting me a couple more times."
Suddenly, the demonic cultivator spoke up from the television screen beside him, saying viciously...
"I'll teach you to be arrogant... I'll teach you to be arrogant with our boss, I'll beat you to a pulp..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator had given up on him; all he wanted now was a ninth-tier magic weapon…
But faced with my blatant provocation, he didn't dare to actually make a move, after all, the rebound just now had almost killed him...
"You can't kill me now, nor can you take the treasure from me. You should think of a way to solve this..."
Upon hearing my words, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was dumbfounded. How could I, with my illogical intelligence, possibly find a solution? Isn't this just bullying?
“Let’s go through this from the beginning. You’ve wasted so much time here. Haven’t you already neglected the tasks assigned to you by the sect?”
Holy crap…
The shoehorn then remembered that he had a mission, and because of his delay, so much time had passed that the target had long since disappeared…
"Bastard...you did this on purpose...I've been played by you for so long, it's an utter disgrace, believe me or not I'll kill you?"
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator was furious. He'd been outmaneuvered by a mere mortal, and his important business had been delayed...
"Don't be angry, I'm just trying to find a solution for you..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator stared at me in bewilderment, thinking to himself, "You're really that kind?"
"Then...what's your solution?"
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator figured he was going to die anyway, so he might as well give me a try, even if it seemed hopeless…
"You've lost your mission objective, and you'll definitely be punished when you get back. I can become your mission objective; just take me back, and that will solve the problem..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator nodded in deep agreement, finding it to be true…
So he immediately said
"What are you dawdling for? Come with me now, or I'll kill you..."
"I advise you not to threaten to kill me so easily. You know that won't work on me. I'm your benefactor who saved you from punishment. Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
After my scolding, the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator realized his point and nodded again, indicating his agreement...
A slight smile crept across my lips, thinking to myself, "I'm not afraid you won't take the bait..."
"The mission objective was indeed brought back, but you've wasted so much time; this punishment is absolutely unavoidable..."
"Yeah, wouldn't that be the end of the world..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator felt his life was bleak. Even if he could solve the problem of the mission objective, he would inevitably be punished for the long delay. The thought of the demonic sect's methods of punishment sent chills down his spine...
"I have a way..."
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's eyes lit up. I had hit his sore spot twice in a row, and he had developed a strange trust in me, slowly being led by the nose by me...
"What method?"
The shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator asked excitedly…
"Look what I'm holding in my hand."
"A ninth-tier magic weapon..."
"That's right, but you..."
I deliberately didn't continue, letting the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator say what I wanted to say himself. Only in this way could I make the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator act according to my guidance...
"But I cannot take it away..."
"That's right, it doesn't matter if you can't get it, because you already have it, and with your strength..."
"I can't protect it either; it will be taken away by the sect's powerful members..."
"That's how it is. You take something you can't have in the first place, bring it back to your sect, and offer it up. Is that how you get it...?"
"That's right. Since I can't obtain or keep the ninth-tier magic treasure, I might as well offer it to the sect. That would be a great service, and I could be exempted from punishment..."
"That's absolutely right. Using other people's resources to get your own things done—that's what smart people do..."
I didn't hold back my praise at all. Seeing the shoehorn-shaped demonic cultivator's eyes growing brighter and brighter, I knew it was about time…
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