"Please grant my request, Master!"
Xiao Tianzuo ignored the advice of the elder in the bronze ring. Tears welled in his eyes, and he was undoubtedly struggling with his own inner turmoil.
He knew perfectly well that what he was doing was wrong; he hated himself more than anyone else.
But he also couldn't just ignore the chance to bring back the senior who had helped him so much to life.
Perhaps he could bring it up again later, so as not to seem so unlikable.
But he couldn't wait, and he was even more afraid that the senior in Jiezhong wouldn't be able to wait. He also knew that with the senior's proud personality, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to ask Zhou Xingdou for help.
"I beg my master to grant my request."
Xiao Tianzuo kept kowtowing, tears of pain streaming from the corners of his eyes. The rebukes and advice from the bronze ancient ring in his ears, Zhou Xingdou's indifference, and the guilt in his heart tormented him.
Even Qing Yanjing looked reluctant and wanted to persuade Zhou Xingdou beside her, but Zhou Xingdou raised his hand to stop her from speaking.
Zhou Xingdou looked at Xiao Tianzuo, his expression unchanged, and snorted coldly:
"Since you are so eager to kowtow, then I will grant your wish."
As Zhou Xingdou finished speaking, a mysterious and solemn symphony of the underworld suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth. The melody seemed to come from the netherworld, carrying boundless pressure and profound power.
Just then, a barrier formed from the power of the Underworld God suddenly appeared beneath Xiao Tianzuo. This barrier emitted a dark light, resembling an indestructible fortress.
Without hesitation, Xiao Tianzuo slammed his head against the barrier formed by the power of the Underworld God, and an indescribable pain immediately shot through his forehead.
Originally, his body, which had become extremely strong due to cultivating the Divine Elephant Suppressing Prison Technique and opening up tens of thousands of particles, now felt as if he had crashed into a steel wall.
A sharp pain shot through Xiao Tianzuo's forehead, but he didn't stop. Instead, he gritted his teeth and continued to bang his head down repeatedly, chanting:
"Please grant your request, Master."
Each impact produced a dull, deafening thud, like the roar of thunder. The sounds echoed throughout the room, deafeningly loud.
A moment later, Xiao Tianzuo's forehead was cut open, and blood flowed out, staining the ground red.
But he seemed to completely ignore his own blood, and continued to kowtow firmly, begging Zhou Xingdou to grant his request.
This scene made the soul within the bronze ring unable to remain calm any longer, but she knew she couldn't persuade it to stop, so she urgently shouted to Zhou Xingdou:
"Fellow Daoist Zhou..."
But he was interrupted by Zhou Xingdou's extremely cold voice as soon as he opened his mouth:
"This is a matter between us, master and disciple, and we have no need for others to interfere!"
Zhou Xingdou's tone was icy and piercing, leaving no room for negotiation. His gaze was like a knife, fixed on Xiao Tianzuo, his face as cold as ice that had never melted.
No matter how pitiful Xiao Tianzuo was at that moment, it did not move him in the slightest.
Then Zhou Xingdou looked at Xiao Tianzuo again and said coldly:
"I am going into seclusion for a while now. If you want to keep bowing to me, you can keep bowing to me until I come out of seclusion."
His voice was calm as still water, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.
As he spoke, Zhou Xingdou looked at Luo Bailian again and snorted coldly:
"You stay here and watch him kowtow!"
Luo Bailian trembled and immediately knelt down respectfully, agreeing.
After giving instructions to Luo Bailian, Zhou Xingdou left without hesitation, taking Qing Yanjing with him.
However, Zhou Xingdou did not go far. He and Qing Yanjing randomly found a mountain peak near Xiao Tianzuo's courtyard and landed there.
Qing Yanjing, with a puzzled expression, asked Zhou Xingdou:
"Actually, you're probably not angry at all, and you seem to admire him quite a bit."
In the endless river of time, the true spirits have clashed. Now, Qing Yanjing may not be the one who understands Zhou Xingdou the most, but it is not difficult for him to analyze whether Zhou Xingdou is truly angry or just pretending.
Even Zhou Xingdou's handsome face, as unyielding as ice for eternity, revealed a faint smile at this moment:
No one will dislike a grateful person.
Although Zhou Xingdou felt that Xiao Tianzuo's actions were somewhat excessive, after all, he had already told him not to plead for mercy, and that if the soul wanted to reshape its physical body, it would need to come and beg in person.
However, if viewed from another perspective, investing in someone like Hsiao Tien-tso, who is deeply affectionate and grateful, is undoubtedly a very wise choice.
Perhaps most people would not want to become like that, but everyone, regardless of good or evil, hopes to have someone like Xiao Tianzuo around them, and even Zhou Xingdou himself felt the same way.
Qing Yanjing was still slightly puzzled and asked again:
"Then why did you go into seclusion and make him keep kowtowing?"
"I simply wanted him to understand that no one in the world has the responsibility or obligation to be good to him unconditionally. More importantly, I wanted him to clearly realize that repaying kindness is not an easy thing."
Having finished speaking, Zhou Xingdou stood firmly atop the mountain, hands behind his back, gazing down at the courtyard nestled in the wilderness in the distance, and said meaningfully:
"Besides, I'm also very interested to see if he's really that determined."
Qingyan stood quietly beside Zhou Xingdou, a captivating smile blooming on her beautiful yet mature face.
"It's good that you have this in mind."
However, before she could finish speaking, she keenly felt Zhou Xingdou's hand quietly creep up to her waist. This sudden action made her smile.
This young man looks much more mature, but he is still hard to change his nature.
Zhou Xingdou raised his eyebrows, shifting his gaze from the courtyard to the graceful and gentle Qing Yanjing beside him.
Finally, a hint of mockery appeared on his face:
"Aunt Jing is such a good actress. You actually knew what I was thinking from the beginning, but you still pretended to be confused and asked me for an explanation."
Qing Yanjing's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a gentle and graceful demeanor:
"Really? Could it be that 'the Lord' doesn't like it?"
Qing Yanjing emphasized the words "Master" very heavily, which made Zhou Xingdou curse "demon" in his heart. He then hugged Qing Yanjing's delicate body tightly without hesitation.
Just then, thunder rumbled across the sky, rolling endlessly. Rolling black clouds covered the heavens, and a torrential downpour fell in an instant, yet it also brought forth a vibrant life to the world.
At the summit of this desolate mountain range, stretching for thousands of miles, an enormous array stands like a pillar supporting the sky, obscuring the entire world and isolating all things from it.
No one knew what had happened inside the formation.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
In the desolate wilderness, from the courtyard ravaged by the torrential rain, loud bangs continued to echo.
Xiao Tianzuo remained kneeling on the barrier formed by the power of the Underworld God. His forehead was a bloody mess, and the area where he was constantly being struck was soaked in blood, with bits of flesh scattered around.
But Xiao Tianzuo showed no sign of stopping, continuing to kowtow and shout:
"Please grant my request, Master!"
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