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As Zhao Yang and his three companions entered the valley, they felt an eerie silence enveloping them. Yet, within their Divine Sense, they could clearly sense the presence of thousands of cultivators.
The light in the valley was somewhat dim, and after stepping in from the bright sunlight outside, they naturally felt a bit uncomfortable. Moments later, Zhao Yang took in the scene before him: thousands of people were kneeling on the ground. In front of them lay a grand avenue adorned with a red carpet, leading to a dazzling golden throne at the far end.
"This..." Zhao Yang was so excited that he struggled to find words, scampering forward. "You say you welcome us, but why go through all this trouble? This kind of extravagance must cost a fortune!"
Zhao Yang's expression was sincere, almost pained, as if he were the one footing the bill.
Upon hearing the commotion, all the kneeling figures raised their heads to look at Zhao Yang on the throne, their faces filled with confusion and trepidation.
"Who is that person? How dare he sit on the Lord of the Ghost Path's throne? Does he not wish to live?" one cultivator whispered.
"Could he be the true face of the Lord of the Ghost Path? The Lord has never revealed his true appearance; I heard even the higher-ups of Genius Academy have never seen his real face. We've only encountered his ghostly mask. I never expected the Lord of the Ghost Path to be so young. At such a young age, he has already reached the pinnacle of Core Formation Stage and transcended it, becoming the strongest genius in history. It won't be long before he enters Divine Transformation Stage, and by then, his Primordial Spirit will surely be incredibly powerful, rivaling heaven itself and overshadowing sun and moon."
"But the Lord of the Ghost Path just left; they say someone has disrupted his long-cultivated Hand Demon. How could he return so soon?" another cultivator murmured.
"Isn't that just nonsense? The Lord of the Ghost Path possesses unparalleled skills; with a mere gesture, he commands immense power. Such trivial matters are surely within his grasp," another replied.
"True enough. The Lord single-handedly eliminated fifteen sects' Holy Sons and slaughtered all their Divine Transformation Stage elders. With such remarkable achievements, I doubt any of the million cultivators who entered this time could withstand even one strike from him!"
Hearing their discussions below, Zhao Yang transmitted a message to his three companions still on stage: "Did you hear that? Their leader probably just left; it seems he's called Ghost Path and is from Genius Academy. He might be difficult to deal with. We're here at just the right time; why not play along? You can pretend to be my warriors and help me collect money later. We'll split it seventy-thirty—no, sixty-forty!"
Nangong Wuxin, Song Baliang, and Scholar Xiu exchanged glances, puzzled by what Zhao Yang meant. They all knew Zhao Yang was intelligent but sometimes spoke in ways that were hard to comprehend. However, having been with him for a long time, they understood that he likely intended to do something beyond mere good deeds.
As for their share of profits, they had agreed on a sixty-forty split with Zhao Yang. Given his character, it was clear he would take the larger portion for himself. Thus, Scholar Xiu made a decision for everyone: "How about fifty-fifty? Otherwise, no deal!"
Zhao Yang nodded and asked Song Baliang and Nangong Wuxin: "What about you two?"
Nangong Wuxin and Song Baliang also nodded in agreement: "Fifty-fifty it is! No backing out!"
Zhao Yang nodded and looked at the kneeling crowd before him. "My esteemed ministers, rise."
This phrase allowed Zhao Yang to indulge in the thrill of being an emperor.
"My ministers, rise?" Some of the cultivators were puzzled, as if they were hearing such terms for the first time.
"Thank you, Lord of the Ghost Path!" The crowd bowed in gratitude to Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang waved his hand. "No need to kneel; everyone, please stand. Now, I would like to introduce three individuals. They are my most valued generals. Please welcome them to the stage for a self-introduction. Let's give them a round of applause."
The three individuals were bewildered but reluctantly stepped onto the stage, standing before Zhao Yang and staring at him blankly. Zhao Yang sat casually with one leg crossed over the other, wearing a nonchalant expression.
Song Baliang turned his head, feeling somewhat awkward. This was his first time introducing himself to such a large audience, and his voice came out stiff and trembling.
"Hello everyone, my name is Song Baliang."
After he spoke, he expected laughter at his name, as it had been a common reaction throughout his life. Whenever he introduced himself, people would either laugh or ask why his name was so strange.
However, after he finished saying his name, thunderous applause erupted from the audience. Even his companions, Nangong Wuxin and Scholar Xiu, joined in clapping along with everyone else.
Song Baliang felt an overwhelming surge of emotion; although it was a small matter unrelated to cultivation or life and death, he couldn't help but feel genuinely happy deep down. Not only did people refrain from mocking him, but they also offered him encouragement.
Only Zhao Yang understood why these people dared not laugh; their attitude towards the one called Lord of the Ghost Path made it clear. They did not dare to defy what he said, nor would anyone risk mocking him.
Nangong Wuxin, still quite young and possessing a shy yet mischievous spirit, cleared his throat and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Nangong Wuxin."
Once again, applause erupted from the audience. Nangong Wuxin clapped along as well, finding it all quite amusing.
Then it was Scholar Xiu's turn. He stepped onto the stage, standing straight in front of Zhao Yang, and said, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhou Xiu, but people in the cultivation world like to call me Scholar or Scholar Xiu. I'm very happy to meet you all today, and I hope to receive your guidance in the future!"
"Guidance! Guidance!" Some people in the audience echoed.
However, Scholar Xiu had no intention of stopping there. He continued, "I am a cultivator from the countryside, and I have followed my grandfather since I was young..."
"Stop!" Zhao Yang interrupted, feeling disgusted. He snapped at Scholar Xiu, "You’re just supposed to introduce yourself; why are you giving an acceptance speech? What a lunatic."
As he spoke, Zhao Yang pulled out three large burlap sacks from his pocket. These sacks were made of a special material that could stretch and hold many items. He handed one sack each to Song Baliang, Nangong Wuxin, and Scholar Xiu, saying, "Take these bags and go down to collect their treasures and Dao Artifacts."
"Huh?" The three were somewhat at a loss. It turned out that when Zhao Yang mentioned fifty-fifty, he meant collecting protection fees! A robbery!
Zhao Yang looked at the crowd below and declared, "Everyone, take out all your valuable items, including Dao Artifacts, pills, talismans, manuals, snacks, ores, refining materials, and so on. If I use the Ghost Path Soul Searching Technique and find anything on anyone, I will kill them on the spot. Let’s begin."
"This... Junior Brother, do you really think this will work on them?" Song Baliang questioned nervously, fearing they might get exposed and end up being attacked by the crowd.
Zhao Yang kicked him and shouted, "Go!"
"Come on, everyone! Hand over your things! My master commands that anyone who dares not comply or hides treasures will only meet a dead end!" Scholar Xiu was good at using intimidation tactics to bully the weak while fearing the strong, so he quickly got into character.
Hearing this, thousands of cultivators had no choice but to comply. With grim faces, they began to take out their beloved treasures and toss them into the three sacks.
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