Mortal: Copying the entry, reborn as Linghu Patriarch

"This is the complete method for its subsequent cultivation, which I present to you, fellow Daoist."

Linghu Qing took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense.

They devoured evil spirits, gnawed on demonic bones, and were stained with malevolent blood.

The entire text is filled with cruel and evil breeding methods, feeding the resentment of living beings to torture beasts.

His expression was calm, and his heart was completely unmoved.

"You took everything from that ruin?"

Linghu Qing asked casually.

"almost."

The Three-Yang Old Demon nodded honestly.

"That sea area is strange and unpredictable; the ruins seem to move on their own."

"Our ancestors returned to search a second time, but could no longer find the entrance."

"Give me the location of the historical record."

Linghu Qing's tone was calm, leaving no room for refusal.

San Yang did not hesitate and immediately took out the second yellowed jade slip and presented it.

Linghu Qing focused intently on the pages.

The jade slip contained mostly fragmented and obscure records.

It's as if someone is painstakingly trying to decipher something unknown.

The last few lines indicate the location and internal structure of the ruins.

One of the sentences made Linghu Qing's gaze suddenly freeze.

—A milky white jade plaque, which cannot be removed, with tadpole patterns carved on its surface.

Upon seeing this line of text, Linghu Qing's breath hitched slightly.

A genuine look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

Tadpole script?

Isn't that the Golden Palace Jade Book?

This is an unparalleled treasure that fell from the Realm of True Immortals.

He understood everything in an instant.

The ancient cultivators at that site must have known some of the ancient script.

This person spent his entire life deciphering the Golden Jade Book, but died before he could finish.

Later, by chance, the ruins were accidentally discovered by the ancestors of Qingyang Sect, who took away the ancient people's research.

The treasure is right before my eyes, yet I have no chance to take it.

Linghu Qing held the jade slip in his fingertip, a trace of regret rising in his heart.

Such a precious treasure was lost in the unpredictable ruins of the deep sea.

The room fell into dead silence.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The Three Yang Old Demon stood with his head bowed, secretly observing Linghu Qing out of the corner of his eye.

An invisible killing intent was brewing quietly in the closed room.

Linghu Qing's lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

He can perceive it clearly.

Beneath the old man's wide black robe, thirty-six blue fire thunderbolts were concealed.

Fierce and violent, extremely vicious.

If they were detonated simultaneously, even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would suffer physical injuries and a shock to their soul.

Time passed slowly.

The old demon Sanyang's face grew increasingly grim, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

My nerves were on edge, almost at their limit.

"Aren't you going to make a move?"

Linghu Qing spoke calmly, his tone indifferent, as if it were a casual conversation.

boom!

In short, it shattered all the pretense of Sanyang.

He suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing with a sinister and malevolent aura.

"You never intended to let me go from the very beginning!"

"Where do you come from?"

"It's impossible for a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator to appear out of thin air in the Inner Star Sea!"

He subconsciously categorized Linghu Qing as a powerful being living in seclusion in the outer sea.

There is absolutely no way that a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator could be hidden in the Inner Star Sea.

No unnecessary words.

The Three Yang Old Demon gritted his teeth and growled.

"I conceal thirty-six Azure Flame Thunderbolts within me. If we perish together, you will also be injured!"

"Let me leave, and this matter will be considered closed!"

We were in the same room.

Beside her, Yuan Yao subconsciously gripped Yanli's sleeve, a hint of fear flashing in her eyes.

Yanli's face was slightly pale as she silently leaned towards each other.

Linghu Qing remained expressionless and gently shook his head.

"no."

Cold-hearted and ruthless.

"court death!"

The Three Yang Old Demon's eyes were bloodshot, and he hardened his mind.

Beneath the black robe, thirty-six blue fire thunderbolts detonated simultaneously.

Rumbling--

A violent blue flame instantly swept across the area, exploding and roaring, the firelight blindingly bright.

High temperatures, shockwaves, and violent spiritual energy collided recklessly.

next moment.

All the explosions, flames, and shockwaves were frozen in mid-air.

A thin, transparent light shield isolates all destructive forces.

Within half the room, all was calm and still.

The violent explosion was firmly contained within the formation, preventing any leakage of information.

Yuan Yao blinked curiously, then stretched out her slender fingers and gently touched the transparent light barrier in front of her.

My fingertips are icy cold, and my sense of touch is intangible.

Formation?

When was it set up?

She didn't know for sure, but she knew it must have been her husband's doing.

very nice.

awesome.

Outside, the world seemed to be collapsing, but inside, all was calm and undisturbed.

The flames dissipated.

"Formation..."

The Three Yang Old Demon stood frozen in place, his blood surging and his chest aching terribly.

He relied on his own Azure Flame Divine Power, which allowed him to transform into flames and barely survive.

But he was also seriously injured and in critical condition.

He stared blankly at the thin layer of light, a chill running through his heart.

Even the self-destruction of thirty-six Azure Fire Thunderbolts couldn't break the formation that the opponent had casually set up.

The gap is so huge?

"Since that's the case..."

The Three Yang Old Demon lowered his eyes, and all the ferocity in them faded away.

He gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse and low.

"Then don't blame me."

Linghu Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of curiosity in his expression.

He wanted to see what other tricks this old devil had up his sleeve.

There were no earth-shattering secret techniques, nor any powerful magical treasures.

puff-

A muffled thud.

The Three-Yang Old Demon knelt on both knees, his back straight and his head bowed.

He voluntarily opened his soul, revealing his mind and spirit without reservation, and completely let down his guard.

"This junior, Sanyang, wishes to submit to fellow Daoists."

"I humbly request my master to grant me a soul-binding restriction, from this day forward, I will be utterly loyal."

The room fell silent instantly.

Yuan Yao and Yan Li both opened their eyes wide, their faces filled with disbelief.

A powerful mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, infamous throughout the Chaotic Star Sea.

Without hesitation, he knelt down and submitted.

A hint of surprise flashed across Linghu Qing's eyes.

Is that correct?

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

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"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

A hint of surprise flashed across Linghu Qing's eyes.

Is that correct?

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

Without hesitation, he knelt down and submitted.

A hint of surprise flashed across Linghu Qing's eyes.

Is that correct?

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

A hint of surprise flashed across Linghu Qing's eyes.

Is that correct?

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

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"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.

"You're really willing to give that up. No regrets?"

"Knowing that we are no match for them, why throw our lives away?"

"It's better to find a way to survive than to fight to the death."

"Please give Sanyang a chance, Master."

The old demon Sanyang spoke sincerely, without the slightest hint of affectation.

Linghu Qing remained silent for a moment.

He does indeed need a native Starsea cultivator as a pawn.

The Three Yang Old Demon is experienced, capable, insightful, and knows how to assess situations.

Perfectly suitable.

"Can."

Linghu Qing raised his hand, and the deep, dark purple Heavenly Demon Eye slowly lit up.

An invisible divine soul imprint quietly entered the Three Yangs' sea of ​​consciousness.

The ban is complete.

The Three Yang Old Demon concentrated on probing, then suddenly froze.

The restraints are mild, without any torture, pain, or punishment.

Only one life-or-death authority.

With a single thought, the other party could annihilate his soul.

Apart from that, there are no other constraints.

"Master...is kind-hearted."

Sanyang sighed softly, a slight sense of relief settling in his heart.

But the next moment, an even deeper chill crept into my heart.

No punishment, no coercion.

This means that the other party did not consider him a necessary position at all.

He would be killed on a whim if he made even one mistake.

Cold and indifferent.

This indifference is far more terrifying than torture or prohibition.

The old demon Sanyang felt a chill run down his spine, and the pressure in his heart grew heavier.

In this lifetime, he would never dare to harbor the slightest disloyalty.

he does not know.

In fact, the restrictions just now also include the ability to read memories and manually control the other person's body at any time.

There's no need for the other party to know these things.

Linghu Qing's eyes flickered slightly as he quietly read Sanyang's memories.

After a moment, he felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

This person is pragmatic enough.

"Pack your things and come back to Qingyang Gate with me."

"Yes, Master."

Sanyang rose respectfully, bowing his head humbly.

From this perspective, Linghu Qing seems to be the master of Qingyang Sect, while he appears to be more like a guest.

Outside the attic.

The noise continued, and the crowds had not dispersed.

The young master in brocade robes remained lying on the dirty ground.

He laughed foolishly and buried his head in his food.

The ground was filthy, and no one dared to approach and disturb it.