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The forest was shrouded in deathly silence, not a single bird or beast stirred.

A dark glint flashed in Chu Zheng's eyes as a vast wave of the Power of the Spirit and Soul surged forth, instantly shattering the middle-aged cultivator's mental defenses.

The disparity between their spirit strengths was as vast as the heavens, and the middle-aged cultivator had almost no power to resist; his expression became lost as he truthfully answered,

"My Sect is more than a million miles from here, with over a thousand disciples, and thirty-nine Elders..."

After carefully questioning him for a long while, Chu Zheng gleaned the basic information.

This man was named He De, and his Sect, known as the Three Prisons Sect, possessed strength—its strongest member was merely a Fifth Order, equivalent to the Immortal Divine Transformation Realm.

The Three Prisons Sect, both high and low, practiced a branch of the Demon Control Dao, raising Mythical Beasts through Evil Techniques. It was indeed a side door left road that strayed from the mainstream, known for using the flesh and blood of mortals and Low Grade cultivators as fodder for the beasts—it had plenty of adherents.

After probing the background of the Sect behind this man, Chu Zheng once again fell into confusion.

A Sect of this level couldn't possibly pose any threat to him—he could obliterate it with a single slap; it clearly lacked the qualifications to be his calamity.

For a moment, Chu Zheng began to doubt his earlier suspicions.

Could it really be a coincidence?

But that was almost too coincidental.

After a brief pondering, Chu Zheng withdrew his Divine Sense and released his grasp.

He De came back to his senses, gasping for air, and looked at Chu Zheng in front of him with terror-filled eyes. Without any hesitation, he knelt down and kowtowed:

"I do not know wherein I have offended the esteemed senior; I hope you will show mercy and spare my insignificant life today!"

Chu Zheng did not pay him any attention and spoke sternly, "Tell me, what reliance do you have that could give me a reason to spare you."

If it truly were only the Three Prisons Sect, then it would be destroyed today—after all, it was just a matter of convenience.

He De looked down, his eyes darting everywhere, thoughts racing through his mind. After a few breaths, he suddenly looked up and repeatedly said,

"Senior, although I am of mediocre strength, my elder brother, He Yi, is under the Star Moon Sect, which is the Divine Mansion of the Yin Yang Family, a lineage of the Myriad Realms. With relatives and old friends throughout the Myriad Realms, sparing me today could be beneficial for you, senior."

Hearing this, a realization flickered in Chu Zheng's expression, and he nodded,

"I did not expect you to have such a background. If that's indeed the case, then it makes sense."

To his knowledge, the Yin Yang Family was one of the hundreds of philosophies. It was said to carry the Taoist Orthodoxy passed down by the Ancient Heavenly Emperor, deeply studying the Five Elements and emphasizing the Unity of Heaven and Man. It had significant ties to the Taoist School, with many Cultivators in the School practicing the Yin Yang techniques.

Throughout the Myriad Realms, the Yin Yang Family was extremely prominent, second only to Taoist and Buddhist practitioners and not weaker than the Confucianists.

If He De possessed such connections, then indeed, he might have some capacity to be his calamity.

Seeing a slight softening in Chu Zheng's demeanor, He De's eyes lit up, "If you can spare me this once for the sake of my brother's thin connection, I will repay you generously in the future!"

"There's no need for the future; let's settle our grievances today."

Chu Zheng came back to his senses and spoke indifferently,

"Send a message to your brother now. I will wait for him here. Besides your brother, if you can call others, you may invite them as well."

He De suddenly looked bewildered, struggling to understand Chu Zheng's intentions, and stammered, "What do you mean by that, senior?"

"I want to see if your background is strong enough to save your life."

Chu Zheng cracked a smile that did not reach his eyes, "You have one quarter of an hour."

Trembling slightly, He De dared not delay; he took out a bunch of Communication Tokens, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably as he sent out messages one after another.

At this moment, he racked his brains, recalling all the friends and relatives he could contact, including Sect Elders and even distant acquaintances, to send out pleas for help.

Chu Zheng's gaze shifted subtly the moment He De sent the messages, and the Tribulation Qi by his side finally showed a ripple, on the verge of bursting forth.

A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye; He De had sent out hundreds of Communication Tokens, nearly breaking under the tremendous pressure.

He was simply going about his business, seeking food for his beasts, and could never have imagined encountering such an absurd situation.

After the quarter hour had elapsed, Chu Zheng did not rush to kill He De. He glanced at a nearby village, channeled Divine Skills, and transformed the ground into a prison, setting up an Array.

Clouds and mists rose in the mountains, concealing that section of the village; there might be a great battle soon, and this ordinary village could easily be affected.
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"Are you killing me for these mortals?"

Watching Chu Zheng's actions, a chill went down He De's spine as he sensed great trouble ahead.

He was not afraid of enmity born from profit disputes because so long as the price was high enough, he had a chance to save his life.

What he truly feared were those self-righteous upholders of justice for whom he had no chance to beg mercy.

"That's not entirely the case." Chu Zheng shook his head slightly.

He De felt a small relief, but before he could speak, Chu Zheng's next words caused his heart to sink to the depths.

"It's just a coincidence, after all. If I encountered you somewhere else, I would slay you just the same."

That stench of blood was simply too pungent, making one nauseated; he didn't particularly care for it.

"Senior..."

He De forced a smile, his tight-lipped expression struggling to show a flicker of joy, hoping to struggle further, but Chu Zheng had already closed his eyes.

Chu Zheng sat down cross-legged, silently adjusting his state. A Semi-Immortal Treasure would not leave an Immortal Charm, and he was also guarded by the Falling Star Bow, which should be sufficient to handle some trouble.

The only thing to note was that the healing interface could no longer continuously replenish his mana, and in the face of a war of attrition, he no longer stood on invincible ground.