No, this kind of person shouldn't be wasted.

Zhou Ziming was laughing.

But the Saint was still crying.

"I'm really not a human being!"

He was crying so hard he was breaking down.

Xianger had been comforting him for a long time, but to no avail.

The Master of the Holy Hall looked at Zhou Ziming with a very strange expression.

"You really are a devil!"

Zhou Ziming chuckled.

"Who told him to flaunt his relationship in front of me? If I don't make him suffer a bit, I'll be the one suffering. Now that he's miserable, I feel much better!"

The Master of the Holy Hall looked at the Saint, who was crying his eyes out.

He felt a bit of a headache.

"Why don't you just give him the antidote? Otherwise, I'm afraid he'll develop a Heart Demon!"

Zhou Ziming nodded.

"Alright, stop crying. Actually, if it weren't for that meal Xianger gave you, you would probably be dead. And it's precisely because you're alive that Xianger is living a good life now. If you hadn't appeared, what would have happened to Xianger?"

Sure enough, the Saint was stunned again.

"That's right!"

Xianger also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Exactly, otherwise we wouldn't have a future!"

The Saint nodded. "Mm, but don't worry, Xianger. From now on, I will definitely treat you twice as well!"

Zhou Ziming was speechless.

You're doing it again.

The Master of the Holy Hall saw Zhou Ziming about to speak again.

He quickly stopped him.

"Don't do it. This child is very kind-hearted. If you torture him any more, it'll be really hard to soothe him!"

Zhou Ziming: "..."

Fine.

The Master of the Holy Hall had a point.

Zhou Ziming held back his tongue.

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Some days passed.

Zhou Ziming, the Master of the Holy Hall, and Little Calf were drinking tea in the Saint's small courtyard.

But the two men and the ox looked at the Saint and his wife with very strange expressions while they drank.

Because it was hard for them to imagine.

That the Saint of the Holy Land was actually such a person.

Even though he had seen great storms and waves,

This guy was so kind he didn't seem like someone from this world.

He was so kind that he wouldn't even easily kill a bug.

At most, he would just drive it away.

Zhou Ziming found it hard to imagine.

And from what Zhou Ziming understood,

The reason the Saint didn't die in his previous life was also because he refused to give in. His greatest malice was wanting to beat the Original Owner to prove that some things weren't done by him.

But in reality, he just wanted to give the Original Owner a lesson and never thought about taking the Original Owner's life.

This was also why he was able to live.

This point made Zhou Ziming feel he was alright.

At least he didn't constantly seek death. Although he was a rascal, the Original Owner still had a bit of a conscience, though not much.

Little Calf blew out a puff of smoke, forming a line of words.

"A person like him surviving is normal; although he's easily bullied, he's also easily protected!"

"At least with him, you never have to worry about him backstabbing you."

"This is what the Third Master often says: in all things, there is always a silver lining!"

The Master of the Holy Hall also nodded.

However, the Master of the Holy Hall still scratched his head.

"Zi Ming, actually, putting the Saint's personality aside, I think there's another reason, which is that the Saint at least has a decent IQ."

"Having a kind heart and a high IQ is the foundation of his survival!"

As he spoke, the Master of the Holy Hall seemed a bit conflicted.

"He's a talent. Are you really going to leave him in this remote corner?"

"Moreover, he seems to know a lot about the Central Continent. If we take him along, it will be much more convenient for us. And if his IQ is put to good use, I think we might soon have a place in the Central Continent!"

"As for his problem of being overly kind, I think you can properly correct it!"

Zhou Ziming fell into deep thought.

Meanwhile, the Saint was still playing lightheartedly with Xianger.

Little Calf also agreed at this time.

"I think it's possible. Besides, brother, your blade is always stained with blood, and you have no time to manage the Dao Sect. Why not bring him along to help you manage the Dao Sect? With him in charge, you can go around slashing whoever you want!"

Zhou Ziming thought it made sense.

"No, you guys are right. This kind of talent shouldn't be wasted!"

After saying that, Zhou Ziming stood up.

"Boom~"

The Saint's small courtyard was instantly shattered by a palm strike from Zhou Ziming.

Saint: "???"

Xianger: "!!!"

The Saint gulped.

"Um, Brother Zhou, I don't think I did anything to you!"

Zhou Ziming nodded. "I know. I just feel it's not very safe here. Come, I'll take you to another place!"

Zhou Ziming had a serious expression.

Seeing Zhou Ziming like this,

The Saint believed him.

Then he followed Zhou Ziming and left.

But after the Saint arrived at the place Zhou Ziming mentioned,

The Saint was stunned.

Because the place Zhou Ziming mentioned was a three-entry courtyard house.

Mm~

The courtyard was nice, and the surrounding environment was also very good.

But around this courtyard house, there were Black Robe Disciples everywhere.

And all these Black Robe Disciples looked fierce and malicious.

The Saint looked at Zhou Ziming in a daze.

His expression asked, what's going on?

Zhou Ziming then said, "From now on, lead these people. They will follow your orders, and every command you give in the future will also affect their lives!"

The Saint waved his hands.

"No, no, no, it won't work. You know I don't want to..."

Zhou Ziming: "No, you do. If you don't do it, I'll stab you to death right now!"

The Saint wanted to cry.

"But I really feel like I can't do it. Just let me go!"

Zhou Ziming shook his head.

"Don't worry. If no one supports your high aspirations, I'll carry you up there myself, even if I have to do it on my back!"

"Besides, are you really content to be ordinary for the rest of your life? Have you seen other parts of the Central Continent? Have you seen the ice-blue flowers blooming on the highest peak of the Central Continent? Have you seen the exotic beasts dancing in the Hundred Rivers Forest of the Central Continent, or the Spells and the heaven and earth communicated between Immortals in the great sects?"

"Even if you don't want to see it, don't you want Xianger to see all this?"

The Saint's face went blank at Zhou Ziming's words.

Not just the Saint,

Even the Master of the Holy Hall was looking at Zhou Ziming in shock right now.

No, how do you know so much?

Little Calf, lying on the Qilin's back, also looked at Zhou Ziming in surprise.

Its eyes also carried an inquiry: "How do you know these things?"

Zhou Ziming sent a voice transmission without changing his expression.

"I was just bullshitting!"

Little Calf: "..."

The Master of the Holy Hall... Zhou Ziming said at this time, "So, let's cooperate. You help me manage the Dao Sect, and I'll help you reach a higher position!"

Let's go together and see what the hell the Central Continent is.

Zhou Ziming reached out his hand.

Meaning to shake hands.

The Saint didn't understand.

"Eh?"

Just as Zhou Ziming reached out his hand,

Suddenly, countless threads wrapped around his wrist.

Before long, they formed a silver-white bracelet.

"What's this thing?"

Zhou Ziming looked at the silver bracelet; he wanted to take it off.

But he just couldn't.

"Hum~!"

Suddenly, a ring blade flew over.

It slashed directly toward Zhou Ziming's wrist.

Zhou Ziming's face turned cold.

"You're looking for death!"

Zhou Ziming's Sword of the Sea of Thunder instantly came out to block.

"Bang~"

The ring blade was knocked away.

But Zhou Ziming's Sword of the Sea of Thunder also completely shattered.

Zhou Ziming's eyes began to flash with red light.