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Gu Ping stared at Zhuang Zhixian, and after a moment, finally nodded. He had no doubts; since he was confident he could navigate the murky waters, he would cooperate with him. After all, his life was worth little, just as Liu Lao Jiu had said—whether it was Bu Luo or anyone else, it was just a worthless life.
Smart people always make the right decisions. Zhuang Zhixian praised him, though it was unclear if he was referring to Gu Ping or himself.
Now, let’s talk about what I want. Gu Ping said calmly; he wouldn’t be overly grateful for help from that kind of person. At least the person in front of him must have some needs. A weasel doesn’t visit a chicken without ill intent; such shallow reasoning was beneath Gu Ping.
Do I really want to know? Zhuang Zhixian asked with a calm expression.
The two exchanged glances. In Gu Ping's eyes, Zhuang Zhixian saw determination—a stubbornness rooted in distrust, while Zhuang Zhixian understood that Gu Ping wanted to know his intentions and what kind of person he truly was.
In Zhuang Zhixian's gaze, Gu Ping detected resentment—an unwillingness that he tried to hide beneath a calm facade. Yet, despite his efforts to conceal his true feelings, the anger seeped through. Gu Ping could see it clearly; even Liu Lao Jiu could notice it. Even a passerby would likely catch on with just a few glances.
He sought the foundational cultivation method. Zhuang Zhixian admitted openly.
Gu Ping was uncertain whether Zhuang Zhixian's words were genuine. Even if what he said was false, what difference would it make?
He had reached the ninth level of Qi Refinement; surely those who fancied themselves as celestial beings, floating beyond the World of Dust, sought out talented individuals for discipleship! Zhuang Zhixian's tone began to rise, and anyone could sense his anger.
Gu Ping nodded but didn’t believe they could be considered celestial beings.
If I’m wrong, only those who have ascended to the heavenly realm can be called celestial beings; before that point, they can only be referred to as cultivators. Zhuang Zhixian’s voice dripped with disdain.
And what about me?
He chuckled softly, glancing at Liu Lao Jiu, who was different from the others.
Gu Ping looked at Liu Lao Jiu. He had never questioned Liu Lao Jiu's strength because he believed that Liu Lao Jiu would not harm him. Although Stubbled Uncle could be a bit talkative, he would never hurt a young junior.
Liu Lao Jiu nodded; he indeed was different. He couldn't sense what stage his strength was at, but Bu Luo certainly wasn't much stronger than him.
At that time, he was only seven years old. Zhuang Zhixian continued, saying that he had been taken to a place called Taihong Immortal Mountain by an old man dressed in robes with flowing red hair, who then taught him cultivation until the day he officially entered the sect.
I was expelled. The reason? Gu Ping probably knew it was Zhuang Zhixian's lingering resentment.
They said he would continue cultivating and become a demon. They spoke of fate as if it were absolute. Zhuang Zhixian finally lost control of his anger and smashed the stone table in half with a punch.
Gu Ping didn't know what the cultivators meant by "demon," but he felt it should be different from the demons in folk tales. He didn't believe in fate; if Heaven dictated that he would be cursed with a leg injury, then what was the point of begging for mercy from Heaven?
In any case, he was expelled from the mountain gate. Zhuang Zhixian regained his composure after a brief moment of madness. If it were fate, then why did the Old Man desperately want to take him into the sect? Why did he want to teach him cultivation? He didn't believe it; he had begged frantically, but to no avail. He was looked down upon and scorned by them, yet he would not give up. One day, if he were indeed a demon, he would take the blood of those hypocritical cultivators as a sacrifice.
He had never given up until yesterday or perhaps even longer ago when he encountered him. He had secretly followed him, thinking that if he could obtain what belonged to him, he could achieve what he desired. Gu Ping retorted without waiting for Zhuang Zhixian to stop speaking, saying that now he felt that path Coco was no longer feasible. It was as if he wanted to take advantage of those cultivators when they were at their weakest.
Gu Ping mimicked cutting his own throat with his hand.
He began to discuss the forces behind him and wondered what help they could offer him. Zhuang Zhixian smirked; by now, he felt that a mortal like Gu Ping could only come into contact with cultivators like Liu Lao Jiu—nothing more than small fry—nothing to fear; it was just that Gu Ping was too weak.
The Jade Void Sect was led by Gan Yuan, who was at the late Foundation Establishment stage. The Moon River Sect had Leng Gucun and people from the Ninth Underworld—there were some notable figures among them who would surely come running at the first sign of trouble.
Listening to Gu Ping mention each name, Zhuang Zhixian felt his heart sink deeper. He suddenly thought he should just turn around and leave. With those powers and people, even someone like him, a mere Qi Refinement level nine cultivator, would likely not dare to provoke them, let alone those at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages.
"I'm being played," Zhuang Zhixian squinted his eyes. He felt that Gu Ping must be trying to scare him with those names to make him back off. Don't try to intimidate me; as a mere mortal, what could I possibly have that would make any of those forces chase after me? If that were the case, I would have been long gone. Why should I stand here and listen to him?
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