I, the mortal, come from the great world of Xuanhuang

"This is outrageous! Outrageous! Outrageous! This is absolutely outrageous! Father, how could you agree to this? How could you agree to this? If you agree, what will happen to the entire sect? We will all be doomed!"

Mo Ya roared and rebuked the Mo Sect Master in front of him.

Death loomed over him, and he knew all too well the consequences of his father's demise. The consequences would be far beyond his capacity to bear; even his status and identity would be gone. Despite being a Dou Huang (Battle Emperor) powerhouse, Dou Huangs were not uncommon in the Black Corner Region. Even though he was among the youngest Dou Huangs in the entire region, he wasn't certain of becoming a Dou Zong (Battle Master), and whether he could even achieve that was uncertain. Over the years, he had relied on countless elixirs and rare treasures, along with his father's empowerment, to reach this level. But if he lost his father, everything he had achieved would be lost forever.

He feared he might not even be able to save his own life then, because he absolutely refused to believe that Fang Yu would let him go, would leave him as a future threat to avenge his father—this was something he simply didn't believe. He didn't believe Fang Yu would let him go, so under the threat of death, he naturally didn't want his father to agree to Fang Yu's conditions. As for these words, Sect Master Mo wasn't angry at all; in fact, he showed no anger whatsoever. He simply remained expressionless and calmly said:

“If I don’t agree to his conditions, the entire sect will be destroyed. The terror of a seventh-grade alchemist is beyond your imagination. With just one word from him, countless powerful figures throughout the Black Corner Region will be willing to serve him.”

"With just a word from him, countless forces throughout the Black Corner Region would be willing to go through fire and water for him, all for the sake of obtaining a single pill from him—a pill that could elevate one's cultivation level. With his abilities, refining pills below the seventh rank is an effortless task for him. Seventh-rank pills are extremely helpful to Dou Zong experts, enabling them to enhance their strength. Therefore, he could easily invite even Dou Zong experts, and not just one or two. If the Black Corner Region had enough Dou Zun level experts, he could probably even invite Dou Zun level experts. Because he is very young, much younger than you, a seventh-rank alchemist at such a young age is extremely rare throughout the entire Dou Qi Continent. Under these circumstances, it can be said that if he were willing, even Dou Zun experts would give him face, because he has a high chance of becoming an eighth-rank alchemist. Under these circumstances, besides agreeing to his conditions, I had no other choice." "Any other choice. Because I don't want the sect I've built over so many years to be destroyed, nor do I want you to die a violent death. If I don't agree to his conditions, not only will I die, but probably very few people in the entire sect will survive. In fact, if he just speaks, most of the sect will choose to betray me and side with him. In that situation, do you think you'll have any chance of survival? There's absolutely no chance, just as there's no chance for me. Neither of us will survive. So, if he wants us to die, we both must die, because we simply don't have the strength or the qualifications to fight him. With just one word from him, not a single person in the entire sect will survive. In that situation, what can we use to fight him, to struggle against him? To fight him to the death is simply courting death, utter self-destruction. Then, if I die, the entire sect will die."

Hearing Sect Leader Mo's words, Mo Ya was plunged into utter despair. He never expected his father to say such a thing; it was completely unexpected.

This was something he never expected; he never imagined his father would say such a thing, something that would lead him to his death.

"Are you really willing to die like this? Are you really willing to let all the wealth and achievements you've built up over so many years go to waste?"

Was Sect Master Mo willing to accept this? But Mo Ya was not. Mo Ya didn't want to lose everything he had in the future, so he was unwilling and didn't want to, and therefore he would continue to persuade him.

He wanted to fight to the death. He completely failed to grasp the terrifying strength and power of a seventh-grade alchemist, and he couldn't understand that his father's decision was the most correct one. They had no other choice. Because they weren't strong enough, they had no right to resist. Before a seventh-grade alchemist, the father said, "Foolish child, do you know how stupid you are to say that? Do you know how terrifying a seventh-grade alchemist is? With just one word from him, our entire sect will be destroyed, with no chance of survival. Your only task now is to hurry and take the sect's treasures from all these years and leave the Black Corner Region. Go as far away as possible, without any hesitation. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died. Although he keeps saying he'll let you go, I'm still worried he might break his promise. So what you need to do now is leave immediately, without any hesitation. If you stay, you will surely die. Because you are always a threat to him, although to a seventh-grade alchemist like him, you are not a huge threat, and he might not even care." "I'm here, but I will never let you go. Even though he promised not to harm you, I still have to be careful. That's why I'm telling you this, so you can leave as soon as possible without any hesitation. Any delay could cost you your life, and then even I won't be able to save you. Although I don't know what I did to offend him, all I can do is try my best to keep you alive. Only by living can you avenge me. Only by living can you one day kill him, and only then can you take back everything you have now, instead of choosing death and courting your own demise. Do you understand? My child, what you need to do now is run for your life, not nag me here trying to persuade me to fight to the death. That's not fighting to the death, that's courting your own death, do you understand?"

"But can I escape? How could I possibly escape? With his power, how could I possibly escape? If he wants me dead, no matter how fast or how far I run, I probably won't live long. All we can do now is fight to the death, unite all the forces in the Black Corner Region and fight to the death. I don't believe he only wants our sect; he definitely wants to unify the entire Black Corner Region. Under these circumstances, we have a real chance to unite the entire Black Corner Region and launch a counterattack against him. Wouldn't that give us a way out? Maybe then, Father, you too can become the ruler of the Black Corner Region."

Mo Ya was still daydreaming, still deluding himself about his fantasies.

Hearing what Mo Ya said, Sect Master Mo's face turned extremely ugly. He hadn't expected his Mo Ya to be so foolish; he simply couldn't believe Mo Ya could be this stupid. He even regretted why he had devoted so much effort to cultivating Mo Ya all these years—it was just too foolish, unimaginably foolish. He couldn't fathom that his Mo Ya could be so stupid, and this filled him with regret. But even if he regretted it now, it was too late; he had no chance to regret it anymore, because he knew very well that it would be useless.

"So your most important task right now is to leave the Black Corner Region as soon as possible, the farther the better, do you understand? That's all you need to do right now, nothing else, understand? Don't worry about anything else, you only need to focus on one thing: leave quickly, leave as soon as possible, without any hesitation. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died, this is your only way to survive, understand? If you want to live, leave now. As for fighting to the death, don't even think about it. The terror of a seventh-grade alchemist is far beyond your imagination. You have no right to fight, no resources to fight, at least not right now. If you really want revenge, then one day you need to reach the Dou Zun level, and even surpass him. Only by surpassing him can you take revenge, only then will you have a chance to do so."

Even if Sect Leader Mo regretted it deeply, he could only try to persuade Mo Ya with earnest words.

"No, if I leave like this, won't everything I have been with be gone? No, I can't do it, I absolutely can't. I can't do this, I'm absolutely unwilling, I simply can't do it. Even if he's a seventh-grade alchemist, his strength isn't that of a Dou Zun or a Dou Zong expert. Why are you so afraid of him, Father? At worst, we'll fight to the death. I refuse to believe he's immortal, I refuse to believe he can be stronger than a Dou Zun. Father, we don't need to be so afraid of him, we don't need to be like this at all. We just need to do our best and fight to the death. As long as we seize the opportunity, we have a chance to kill him. Wouldn't that allow us to obtain everything a seventh-grade alchemist has?" Mo Ya was still unwilling, still didn't want to leave like this, still unwilling to give up everything he had.

"Fool, fool, fool! How could I have given birth to such a fool as you? How could I have had such a fool as you?"

At this point, Sect Master Mo could no longer contain himself and began to curse angrily. He simply couldn't bear it; he hadn't expected his Mo Ya to be so stupid. This was something he never anticipated. He simply couldn't believe that his Mo Ya could be so foolish; it was beyond his imagination, something he hadn't expected at all.

His angry outburst seemed to sober Mo Ya up considerably, making him realize why his father was so angry. Even so, he was still unwilling to give up, and just as he was about to say something, he was slapped across the face by Sect Master Mo.

"What do you know? You know that being able to train such a young seventh-grade alchemist is enough to prove how powerful his teacher is, who is very likely an eighth-grade alchemist."

Even if we fight to the death, even if we manage to kill him, do you think we'll have any chance of survival?

"The rage of an eighth-grade alchemist, the fury of an eighth-grade alchemist, is something we simply cannot bear, not even the entire Black Corner Region is qualified to bear. That's an eighth-grade alchemist; in the entire Dou Qi Continent, eighth-grade alchemists are as rare as phoenix feathers. Under these circumstances, you still want a way to survive? You're utterly stupid. The only thing you can do now is to hurry up and leave, and then find a way to survive, not think about revenge. What you need to do now is find a way to survive, not think about revenge. Only by surviving will you have a chance to take revenge in the future. If you can't even do that, then don't think about revenge for me; just go and die. Don't even think about revenge for me, because you can't take revenge; you're just too stupid."

After being scolded by his father, Mo Ya finally came to his senses and left without hesitation, fleeing for his life.

Looking at Mo Ya's retreating figure, Sect Master Mo felt extremely gratified and happy—happier than ever before.

Knowing that Mo Ya might have a chance to survive, that he might actually live, that the Mo Ya on whom he had placed so much hope might actually live, he knew that revenge was something he had never even considered. He was merely using these words to comfort Mo Ya. He understood perfectly well that revenge was incredibly difficult, almost impossible, because the power behind Fang Yu was simply too terrifying. Although he didn't know it, he understood that to cultivate such a young seventh-grade alchemist, there must be an eighth-grade alchemist behind him, perhaps even the legendary ninth-grade alchemist. Under such circumstances, how could he possibly contend with them? Therefore, letting Mo Ya leave as quickly as possible was the most sensible choice. Wanting revenge was pure wishful thinking, utterly suicidal, and simply impossible.

All he wanted right now was for Mo Ya to live; he hadn't thought about anything else.

After being thoroughly scolded, Mo Ya became much more sober, which is why he left so quickly. Mo Ya also knew very well that the only way to take revenge was to live; if he couldn't even survive, then taking revenge was just wishful thinking.

This is also what makes Sect Master Mo feel gratified.

Fang Yu was unaware of what had happened here.

(End of this chapter)