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"Where are they? Speak quickly!" Ye Mingshang shouted, his demeanor shifting from calm to furious, as if he had transformed from an assassin into a warrior.
Wang Sijin chuckled lightly, "There are many secret realms in this world. They detach from reality while still being connected to it. Each secret realm often holds its own wonders, just like the Celestial Abode."
Ye Mingshang remained silent, patiently waiting for him to continue.
"At the highest peak in the world, there is an entrance to the Mist Sea Secret Realm. The Undead who have passed away from the Celestial Abode go there. Only those with pure hearts, like them, who have detached from reality can reach that place after death."
Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous glint. "This is indeed what I desire, but where did you get this information?"
Wang Sijin was not intimidated by his intensity and chuckled softly, "Heh! This world is far more mysterious than you realize. Never underestimate anyone. Though powerful, they are still far from reaching the pinnacle of the world; even if you are a Human Immortal, it is the same."
Wang Sijin's words were shocking, and the last statement made Ye Mingshang's eyes shine with brilliance.
He was an immortal; aside from himself, no one knew this. He had never told anyone and had never revealed his powers in front of others.
Wang Sijin knew?
Compared to Ye Mingshang's surprise, Wu Boyi was even more shocked by his identity.
An immortal? He was actually an immortal?!
He knew that Ye Mingshang was a genius who had reached the peak of Celestial Master before coming of age, standing at the top of the world. He also knew that the Taoist Sect regarded him as the person most likely to become an immortal within a century, but he had only considered it a joke.
After all, throughout endless ages past and present, there have been many individuals with exceptional talents. Even some who achieved Celestial Master cultivation as children or were born with immortal bones found their cultivation smoother.
However, Immortals are few and far between.
Why? Because to become an immortal, one must sever the Three Corpse Worms and cut off all emotions and desires.
Let’s not even discuss whether it can be done; even if it can, can one truly let go?
Is a person still a person without emotions? Without feelings, what is the difference between them and a machine or a program?
Thus, for various reasons, over countless years, there have been very few who possess the qualifications and courage to become immortals.
However, what he does not know is that there is another way to integrate the Three Corpse Worms and evolve them into a dragon. Instead of breaking away from the mortal realm, one can merge with it; instead of abandoning emotions, one can enrich them.
Human emotions may be constraints for others, but for him, they act like a golden finger, making him increasingly powerful.
In the astonished eyes of Wang Sijin, the mindset of an immortal is not easily swayed. Although it may not be as calm as an ordinary immortal, it is still easy to control; he can take it back at will.
"Is this your confidence? Aren't you afraid that after telling me this, I might still kill you?"
Indeed, if this is Wang Sijin's confidence, then revealing it so easily seems somewhat reckless. After all, the personality displayed in front of outsiders could lead Ye Mingshang to be seen as an unpredictable killer who scorns common morals and could very well resort to ruthless actions.
Wang Sijin smiled slightly: "Aren't you afraid that the information I give you is false?"
Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes; this was indeed his concern. Wang Sijin had grasped his lifeline. He could kill them right now, but if Wang Sijin died and the information turned out to be false, where would he find new clues?
This is his confidence: no one in this world is without weaknesses. As long as you are still human and still have desires, there will always be your vulnerabilities.
In this world, there is nothing that cannot be traded. Money can buy wealth and reputation, and power can also be bought with money, allowing one to acquire women.
However, some people, despite not lacking in money or power, have things they care about.
Some desire strength, while others seek immortality.
Ye Mingshang has already obtained everything that ordinary people wish to possess.
In terms of power, he is the son of Demon King Minghe, the Young Master of the demon clan.
In terms of wealth, as long as he desires it, he can have endless riches at any time.
Women? Regardless of what his power and wealth can bring, his charisma alone makes many fall for him.
But just like many melodramatic plots in television dramas, to put it in a rather pretentious way:
"None of that is what I want."
Indeed, when a person possesses certain things, those things no longer hold value. It's akin to the saying that someone else's wife is always the best.
Ye Mingshang has nearly everything a human can possess, yet he has lost the woman he loves most.
He has pursued her for a thousand years, crossing through past and present, but to no avail.
There is a saying that goes well—there are no business deals that cannot be negotiated, only prices that cannot be agreed upon.
It may sound very realistic, but it is the absolute truth. At least now, Wang Sijin has obtained a price that could change his life. As long as he has this price, he is safe; Ye Mingshang will not take action against him. This is where his confidence lies.
I must say, as the leader of an international cult organization, Wang Sijin truly lives up to his reputation. Setting aside his own abilities for the moment, just his courage and wisdom, along with his understanding of human nature, would allow even an ordinary person to stand out.
After all, gold will shine wherever it is found.
Ye Mingshang stared at him for a long time, while Wang Sijin smiled back at him.
The atmosphere became strange; the air seemed to grow heavy. Although it was quiet, it felt like a deathly silence.
In such an atmosphere, only someone like Lu Zang remained clueless, while Wu Boyi swallowed nervously, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead as he watched the two.
After a moment, Ye Mingshang spoke: "Today, you can live; you all can live. If the information you provide is true, I might spare your lives. But if you dare to deceive me, none of you—everyone in the Black Witch Cult, including your friends and family—will escape my slaughter."
"Don't think I'm joking; I never joke with those who are not my friends." Ye Mingshang narrowed his eyes at the end, the warning clear in his gaze.
Wang Sijin appeared calm and chuckled lightly: "Hey! Whether it's true or false, you'll find out for yourself. However, if you miss today’s opportunity, you won't have such a chance to kill me again."
Ye Mingshang shot him one last warning glance before suddenly taking off and disappearing into the horizon within a few breaths.
Only when he could no longer sense Ye Mingshang's presence did Wu Boyi finally breathe a sigh of relief. Every time he faced Ye Mingshang, it felt like confronting a terrifying beast with imminent danger to his life.
(To be continued.)
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