Chapter 684 - - 529 As long as the action is fast enough, a flaw is not a flaw_1

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No one’s chasing us?

Duge looked back towards the direction of the Capital City, puzzled. Are the cultivators of the Capital City really that cowardly?

Or is it that they were frightened by the spectacle he had created? Had he known the Capital City was so poorly prepared, he wouldn’t have bothered leaving.

“Senior, did you really kill Prince Duan?”

Liao Jiulong asked cautiously.

His emotions still hadn’t settled down.

Seeing the Qi Refiners guarding the Capital City being killed by Duge one by one, and with him striking from behind, it was too brutal.

His own cultivation level was merely that of a Qi Refiner. Compared to those Duge had killed, he truly felt as if he had been blessed by the ancestors.

Liu Ziyun and Du Ziming didn’t even dare to breathe heavily.

Previously, Duge had played all sorts of tricks on them, and even though they had killed evil men at Dragon Willow Villa, they had come to think that the Heavenly Demon was somewhat agreeable to deal with,

But after witnessing Duge killing, they truly realized that a Demon Head was indeed a Demon Head, and to him, human life was probably as insignificant as ants.'

“When I make a move, I naturally don’t come up empty-handed,” Duge said with a proud smile, using divine power to erase all the imprints from the stolen flying swords. He picked the best quality flying sword for himself and pushed the rest forward, “You guys choose too. If you find something better than your current flying swords, you can replace them. Following me in cultivation, I certainly won’t let you suffer losses.”

“No need, my flying sword is quite good,” said Du Ziming as he glanced over those flying swords, delicately declining. He once wished to follow Duge unconditionally, but now, he had hesitations.

Duge was too arrogant. He feared he might end up with nowhere to lay his body to rest.

Liu Ziyun also shook his head.

As for Liao Jiulong, he silently took back his own flying sword. Without it, most of his combat ability would be gone.

“Senior, with Prince Duan dead, what do we do next? Go back to train those kids, or look for other Evil Demons?” Liao Jiulong asked.

“Take me to Dragon Tiger Mountain!” Duge said with a smile.

The trip to the Capital City had been thrilling but safe, yet it made Duge realize that his understanding of this world was too superficial. Living by robbing cultivators would only keep him on the back foot, and he would be powerless to handle powerful enemies if he attracted them.

Instead of passively waiting for death, he thought it was better to actively enter the tiger’s den. That way, he could obtain subsequent cultivation techniques and have a clear understanding of the entire Cultivation World.

Divine Skills, spells, magical treasures, talismans, formations…

He was lacking in so many areas, and the time left to him was not much.

“Dragon Tiger Mountain?” Liao Jiulong’s eyes widened as he swallowed nervously, asking, “Senior, what are you going to do at Dragon Tiger Mountain?”

“Of course, to obtain the subsequent cultivation techniques of the ‘Nine Revolutions Universe Skill’,” Duge said. “I urgently need to restore my strength. Once I have the complete ‘Nine Revolutions Universe Skill’ and work out a new cultivation technique, it will be beneficial for you all as well.”

“Senior, your hundred-year reincarnation…”

“Senior, with your identity at this sensitive time, going to Dragon Tiger Mountain would be…,”

Liao Jiulong and Liu Ziyun both began to speak but stopped halfway through their words.

“Master, you go first,” said Liu Ziyun.

“Senior, your identity is really sensitive. At this sensitive time, going to Dragon Tiger Mountain might bring you harm if my seniors from the sect notice,” Liao Jiulong said with a smile, stealing a glance at Liu Ziyun.

He wasn’t worried about Dragon Tiger Mountain harming Duge; he feared Duge would destroy Dragon Tiger Mountain!

He had witnessed firsthand how quickly the Heavenly Demon had grown. If Dragon Tiger Mountain—the dojo of Heavenly Master Xu—was destroyed by the Heavenly Demon, he would be branded a sinner by his own sect, with no way to return.

“Daoist Friend Liao, don’t overthink things. Blessings may lie within what seems to be a disaster, and what seems to be fortune may not always be a good thing,” Duge said to Liao, “When calamity arrives, some things can’t be avoided simply by wishing to hide from them. Rather than running away, it’s better to face them bravely. Who knows, Dragon Tiger Mountain’s future support might not be the Heavenly Master, but an Emperor.”

“Besides, do you, a mere Qi Refiner, truly think you can stop me? Stay by my side, watch more, listen more, and be less presumptuous, and you’ll find that the rewards will only increase. Conversely, the things you don’t want to happen might just occur,” he added.

“…” Liao Jiulong was stunned.

“The size of your heart determines the size of the stage. When you focus only on a tiny Dragon Tiger Mountain, your greatest achievement might just be a successful ascension, becoming a minor immortal at the mercy of the Heavenly Court. But if you see Dragon Tiger Mountain as a stepping stone, your achievements could be that of a Heavenly Master, an Emperor, a Spirit Official, a Marshal…”

With a smile, Duge continued to pour toxic ‘chicken soup’ into Liao Jiulong, “The Heaven Emperor and the Emperors control all power in the Immortal Realm, naturally hoping you would cultivate step by step and eventually serve them, contributing your centuries of cultivated power to the vast Heavenly Court.

But do you truly wish, after centuries of cultivation and ascending, to merely be a lowly Heavenly Soldier or General?”

Liao Jiulong swallowed hard as he looked at Duge, his forehead breaking out in a fine sweat once again.

Du Ziming seemed contemplative.

“Remember, do not let your own heart imprison your power,” Duge told the three, “Step out of the framework they’ve set for you, and you’ll see that there is much to do between heaven and earth.”

Gulping sound!

Liao Jiulong swallowed again quietly, sighing deeply in his heart. He admitted that he had been swayed. The Heavenly Demon was constantly toying with the most vulnerable part of his heart; steadfastly holding on to his original intentions in front of him was just too difficult!

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