Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

That's why Han Yu didn't dare to completely trust this old ghost.

They can actually do something like this.

He truly is the master of swindling people.

With the wise old man's hints, Han Yu gradually realized what was going on.

The old Taoist's methods of cultivation and the effects he achieved seemed rather strange upon closer examination.

Previously, he would only think that the old Taoist had special rules, but now that the instigator has shown his own experience, Han Yu has naturally begun to think about it carefully.

The only thing that can be associated with gambling is luck.

The old Taoist's so-called "words become law" has never truly been realized.

At the very least, he cannot use it on anyone other than a cultivator.

Even those strange methods are quite familiar.

It's like the aftereffects of taking Hexi Dan.

"So, his rules aren't actually that mysterious?"

Han Yu opened his mouth and asked.

"It's actually quite mysterious."

The wise man then spoke in a very serious tone.

“His rule is actually misfortune. I taught him the basics of using this power and also gave him a small part of the rules.”

"But I didn't betray him. It's true that this power wasted thousands of years of his life, but his cultivation was not in vain. He benefited immensely from it after obtaining the complete rules."

Although the wise old man spoke with righteous indignation, both the human and the spirit found him utterly shameless.

The spirit couldn't help but laugh, "One's words become law, the other's is just misfortune, who the hell can accept this?"

"You're wrong, the rules of misfortune are very strong!"

The wise man continued to argue.

"Is there such a thing as words becoming law?"

The spirit of the artifact continued to mock.

“Misfortune is a conceptual rule, and it can even be said to be impossible to prevent. Even Han Yu couldn’t avoid it, so he really didn’t lose out.”

The wise man could no longer offer his explanation.

"Is there such a thing as words becoming law?"

The spirit kept repeating the same phrase, but it was enough to shut down the opponent.

"Can we please stop bringing up the issue of words becoming law?"

Enraged, the wise old man uttered a remark and then vanished without a trace, disappearing into the void.

……

The old Taoist priest cursed and swore for almost half an hour, insulting all of the wise man's ancestors, whose very existence was unknown.

Mu Zili and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

They had never seen the old Taoist priest like this before. Even when his cultivation was destroyed, the old Taoist priest's emotions had never been so turbulent.

"What exactly is going on?"

Su Xiaoxiao shrank back and asked in a low voice.

"That old devil, the Wise Old Man, has been fooling me for thousands of years. This isn't a case of words coming true; it's damn bad luck."

The old Taoist felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

He has lived for thousands of years, and he doesn't care even if his cultivation is destroyed. He's just relying on the reputation of having the power to make his words lawful.

And now they're giving him a bad luck rule?
It's not that the rules of misfortune aren't strong; even if he were to face a Dharma-type monster or a Faceless One without any cultivation, he could easily torment them.

If we were to give an even stronger example, it would be that those four idiots in the Four Extremes Palace would be at his mercy again.

But this is not what he wants. He could have easily manipulated those four guys thousands of years ago.

It's just that the wise old man's promises were too grand, so grand that his words could become law and override everything else.

So much so that his current misfortune has given him a feeling of extreme disappointment.

"That must be extremely powerful, right?"

Mu Zili pondered carefully, her expression gradually becoming serious.

Misfortune is merely a concept, even silent and without any form of manifestation, much like the so-called "words becoming law" that the old Taoist priest once performed.

It's simply impossible to guard against.

Such rules are probably not only not weak, but rather exceptionally powerful, right?

"You haven't eaten that pie, so you don't know how big that old guy drew the pie to be!"

The old Taoist priest still spoke through gritted teeth.

He was once incredibly talented; if the pie hadn't been so tempting, he would never have taken the bait.

……

On the endless sea, Wuxian and Yinwang's two groups drifted at sea for two days, finally welcoming Quan Xiaotong after a long wait.

Quan Xiaotong only brought a few accompanying cultivators with him, and no one else.

This made the four of them look at him with new respect. This should also be the first time that the Central Continent had conducted external exchanges. The Central Continent had considered exchanging ideas with the Heavenly Dao Sect before, but because of its weakness, it was not taken seriously.

Looking back now, Quan Xiaotong feels a sense of triumph.

Besides, did he really not bring anyone with him?
He smiled slowly, and suddenly, countless mechanical artifacts burst forth from the water, covering the entire sky.

The group was shocked.

Naturally, it wasn't the strength of these cultivators that was awe-inspiring.

Instead, the fluctuations emanating from these mechanisms and Dharma forms were faintly reminiscent of the Divine Platform Realm.

Zhongzhou has actually grown this strong!
This is already a considerable force, and it might even be able to compete with them.

Quan Xiaotong was very satisfied with their expressions. He had specially brought out all his wealth just to show these guys who had once bullied Zhongzhou a thing or two.

By the way, tell them that Central Continent has fucking turned the tables.

Furthermore, neither side intended to use their numerous cultivators as bargaining chips. Given Quan Xiaotong's personality—he only wanted to gain an advantage and never suffer a loss—how could they possibly let them have their way?

This is also a psychological battle.

Psychological warfare before cooperation!
The location chosen after the meeting was also quite interesting.

Xinhai Stone City... Ruins.

This place has witnessed so much. Ever since Han Yu destroyed it, people have undergone tribulations here and conducted dangerous experiments here.

Even Han Yu broke through here.

After both sides arrived, Quan Xiaotong remained silent. He wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time.

On the contrary, Yin Wang and Wu Xian didn't have much time.

When the time came to act, they had already acted, and the Central Continent had already dispatched its forces.

However, Han Yu and the others were still somewhat skeptical, at least not from the perspective of the cultivators in the Central Continent.

"If we wish to cooperate with your Central Continent, what conditions can your Central Continent offer?"

Upon arrival, Yin Wang adopted a condescending attitude from the outset.

This is a natural arrogance of high-level cultivators.

Even Mu Zili had this arrogance before, though it wasn't as obvious, it was still palpable.

Not to mention Mu Zili, Su Xiaoxiao and the old Taoist are the same.

Quan Xiaotong didn't dwell on these issues; instead, he sighed seriously, "Zhongzhou can't give you anything."

Han Yu had already discussed this with him, and even if he hadn't, Quan Xiaotong wouldn't have agreed to it given his personality.

The initiative is now in Zhongzhou's hands. It can be said that it would be best for Zhongzhou to accept it, and even if it doesn't accept it, Zhongzhou won't lose out.

He didn't believe that these two groups would dare to sit idly by and watch the Celestials achieve their goals step by step.

This is inherently an unfair partnership.

He naturally wouldn't offer any conditions.

After hearing this, Wuxian and the others couldn't help but release their auras slightly, and the pressure of the Divine Path Realm slowly became apparent.

"You should know that even if we are down on our luck, we are still far superior to what you Central Continent can offer."

Wu Xian sneered.

Quan Xiaotong remained silent, calmly staring directly at the other person.

"You should know that the grassroots combat forces of Zhongzhou are not afraid of you, but as for you?"

Quan Xiaotong laughed heartily, "Zhongzhou has Han Yu!"

Why can't Zhongzhou compare? Just look at the bunch of Divine Platform cultivators under them.
Don't forget there are countless other mechanisms and manifestations outside, not to mention the even larger manifestations within the Central Continent.

Even if Han Yu is not included, Zhongzhou still has its own Divine Path Realm.

No matter how you calculate it, Quan Xiaotong's back won't bend even a little.

As for this oppressive aura, it's nothing but a bluff.

The more Quan Xiaotong saw the other person acting like this, the more she wanted to laugh.

"Do you dare to make a move?"

He even looked at him with a provocative gaze and spoke mockingly.

"you……"

Wuxian spoke with a complicated expression, but he couldn't refute it.

Quan Xiaotong was right; they really didn't dare to make a move.

There was no reason to take action.

They dare not because Zhongzhou truly has the resources to fight them to the death, and Han Yu has the resources to kill them.

There's no reason why; it's simply because the outcome of their struggle is likely to be a mutual wait for death.

"Who the hell is trying to make a move?"

At that moment, the old Taoist's cursing voice came from afar.

Shortly after, several figures landed simultaneously. (End of Chapter)