My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1194: Daily death

Wen Rui's fingertips twitched slightly, and the Six Soul Banner moved without wind. The blood-red patterns on the banner lit up, and an invisible suction force enveloped Guang Chengzi's primordial spirit. He spoke softly, his voice carrying a strange rhythm: "Guang Chengzi, enter the banner!"

This sound was like a curse. Guang Chengzi's primordial spirit was instantly drawn by the suction force and involuntarily flew towards the Six Soul Banner. His eyes were filled with terror, but he was powerless to resist.

"Stop!" Upon seeing this, Yuanshi Tianzun's originally pale face instantly turned red. He forcefully supported the surging primordial energy within his body, and suddenly raised his hand, sending a golden light towards the Six Soul Banner. He had not expected Wen Rui to be so ruthless, not only destroying his foundation but also capturing his disciple's primordial spirit. This was simply killing him and destroying his spirit!
The golden light was scattered by Tongtian Jiaozhu with a casual wave of his hand halfway there.

Yuanshi Tianzun glared at Wen Rui, his voice trembling with anger: "Wen Rui! Don't try to kill me! Hongjun Daozu has long forbade the Chan and Jie sects from fighting each other. Your act of seizing people's primordial spirits has crossed the line and broken the rules! Moreover, the three sects are one family, red flowers, green leaves, and white lotus roots. How can you be so heartless to your fellow disciples!"

Wen Rui put away the Six Soul Banner and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun with a half-smile, thinking to himself, "When you attacked me before, you didn't talk about rules and friendship at all. Now you're using Hongjun Daozu as a shield. You're really hypocritical to the extreme."

On the surface, he solemnly raised the Six Soul Banner and displayed it to the light screen of the Three Realms, saying, "Primordial Heavenly Venerable, you are mistaken! This banner is called the 'Conferring Gods Banner,' a magical artifact for the spirits of a new generation of gods. Now that the Chan Sect has been defeated, according to the rule of 'the victor is supreme,' the immortals of the Chan Sect should contribute their strength to maintaining the order of the Heavenly Dao and enter the banner to perform hard labor. Isn't this just the way things should be?"

He paused, then deliberately revealed a "kind" smile: "Rest assured, Heavenly Venerable, I will take good care of the primordial spirits of all the Golden Immortals, nourishing them daily with Spirit Nourishing Incense, ensuring that they are all plump and healthy, and that their souls will never be scattered."

"you you!"

Yuanshi Tianzun trembled with rage, golden blood continuously spilling from the corners of his mouth—how could he not know that Wen Rui was blatantly lying?

How could he not recognize the Six Soul Banner, the most precious treasure of the Jie Sect, which almost cost him his life as a saint?
If it weren't for internal problems within the Jie Sect, and the inexplicable defection of a Jie Sect disciple, the outcome of that Investiture of the Gods war would have been uncertain.

Unlike the Investiture of the Gods, entering the Six Soul Banner is not about "doing hard labor," but rather about being refined and enslaved!

But he was seriously injured, and there was a scheming junior brother named Tongtian beside him, so he could only watch helplessly as Wen Rui twisted the truth.

Seeing this, the Tongtian Sect Leader immediately stepped forward and said in a feigned "fair" manner, "Senior Brother, you can't say that. After our Jie Sect's Ten Thousand Immortals Formation was defeated, many of our disciples were conferred the title of gods and worked day and night for the Heavenly Dao. Now it's time for the immortals of the Chan Sect to be conferred the title. That would be fair."

His words, though seemingly in agreement, actually struck at the sore spot of Yuanshi Tianzun. Although the conferment of gods by the Jie Sect was difficult, it was a legitimate conferment by the Heavenly Dao. How could it be compared to Wen Rui's act of forcibly confining the primordial spirit?

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the two people singing in unison before him, his heart filled with endless anger, yet he was powerless to refute them.

He knew that the defeat of the Chan Sect was inevitable. Not to mention stopping Wen Rui from taking away the disciples' souls, even his own safety was uncertain.

Ignoring the glare of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, Wen Rui raised the Six Soul Banner again, his voice echoing across the ruins: "Qingxu Moral True Lord, enter the banner!" Another suction force erupted, and the primordial spirit of Qingxu Moral True Lord, like Guang Chengzi, was forcibly pulled towards the Six Soul Banner. Seeing this, the primordial spirits of the other Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect scattered and fled, but how could they escape the suction force of the banner? One by one, like kites with broken strings, they were sucked into the Six Soul Banner, and the blood-red patterns on the banner became even more vivid.

Tongtian Jiaozhu watched from the sidelines as the invaluable primordial spirits of the Chan Sect Golden Immortals entered the banner, stealing glances at the pained expression on the face of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable. He felt an unparalleled sense of satisfaction. For each soul that entered the banner, he felt as if he had drunk a large glass of ice-cold beer on a hot day; the feeling was simply indescribable.

As the Primordial Celestial Lord watched his disciples' souls being taken away one by one, their semi-transparent figures gradually dissipated under the suction of the Six Soul Banner. The despair in his eyes faded, replaced by boundless hatred.

He stared intently at Wen Rui, his trembling body suddenly stiffening, and the golden blood spilling from the corner of his mouth seemed to freeze. Although he no longer possessed the imposing aura of his prime, he exuded a chilling ruthlessness.

"Wen Rui!" Yuanshi Tianzun's voice was hoarse yet carried the sound of metal and stone, each word like a poisoned ice spike: "I, Yuanshi, will remember this humiliation! In the name of a sage, I swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao—I will never share the same sky with you in this life! In the future, I will grind you to dust and scatter your soul to ashes, to comfort the spirits of my disciples of the Chan Sect!"

The moment the words fell, a faint golden lightning flashed across the sky. Though it was fleeting, it carried the aura of Heaven's approval—the sage's oath had triggered a celestial omen, and it was no joke!

Wen Rui, who had been wearing a smug smile, felt a sudden chill run down his spine upon hearing these words and catching a glimpse of the golden lightning. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He subconsciously touched the back of his neck, feeling as if an invisible "death omen" was flashing above his head. The arrogance he had felt from his victory vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming sense of guilt.

"Oh no... I got too cocky."

Wen Rui inwardly cried out in alarm. He had previously used the power of all living beings to trigger the Heavenly Tribulation and had also captured the primordial spirit of the Golden Immortal of the Chan Sect. He felt that he had the upper hand, but he forgot the most crucial point—the immortality of saints!
Even if the Primordial Heavenly Venerable is seriously injured, as long as his origin remains intact, he will one day make a comeback. Although his ruthless pursuit today is satisfying, it has also completely turned the Sage into a mortal enemy. The saying "If you don't kill the snake, you will suffer the consequences" perfectly describes this moment.

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became: the heavenly tribulation he had previously triggered seemed to be achieved by borrowing the will of all living beings, but the will of Heaven was unpredictable and might not truly approve of his actions. He had relied on technology and the assistance of Tongtian to outwit Yuanshi once, but the foundation of a sage was far more complex than it appeared on the surface.

Moreover, he suddenly remembered the restriction of the "Slaying Immortal Pill" on the Tongtian Sect Leader. Back then, Hongjun Daozu had given Tongtian this pill to restrain the saints. If he were to kill Yuanshi, the pill's poison would be triggered. There was no way that the Tongtian Sect Leader could actually help him kill Yuanshi.

In this way, although today's victory seems like a great one, there are actually many hidden dangers: Yuanshi is not dead and has made a vow to protect him, which will surely become a major threat in the future; although he has captured the Golden Immortal's primordial spirit, he has also thoroughly angered the remaining forces of the Chan Sect; even the attitude of the Heavenly Dao may not be on his side.

"This time, I'm afraid I've really messed up."

Wen Rui quietly clenched his fists, the smile on his face vanished, replaced by solemnity.

(End of this chapter)