281: He Zimu's life! The most wrong thing

"Passed!"

Yang Yucheng reined in his previous fury, his face now expressionless, his gaze calm, his bright, dark eyes like a deep, secluded pool.

He just looked at Wang De in front of him, as if looking at a truly dead man!

"Inner Sect Disciple, Wang De, you passed!"

"He Zimu, regarding this Junior Brother of yours, do you have anything to say now? Don't blame this Steward for not giving him a chance; it's this Junior Brother of yours who didn't seize it!"

"Your judgment of people seems a bit off. This is the trusted person you recommended to this Steward? I see him as nothing but an ungrateful wretch!"

Yang Yucheng spoke coldly, his words and voice falling without any particular tone, yet at this moment, they caused the pressing Wang De to panic.

Similarly, He Zimu, who had emerged from another mine tunnel and arrived here, had a face full of apology.

He Zimu knelt on one knee.

"I ask for Steward Lord's punishment; this Subordinate was ineffective in his duties."

"It's good that you know!"

Yang Yucheng continued with a cold remark, "First, deal with this person. Cooperating in this act is truly meaningless!"

Having spoken, Yang Yucheng prepared to leave.

He Zimu also moved to act against Wang De.

"Why are you doing this to me? All this way, I've helped you quite a lot. If not for me, you probably wouldn't have been able to enter the Inner Sect at all."

"This time, it was also I who strongly recommended you to Steward Lord, allowing you to have the opportunity to get close!"

"You abandon the bright Dao and insist on taking a crooked path, Junior Brother Wang. You've let me down, and you've let down Senior Brother's expectations of you!"

He Zimu said as he spoke.

The distance between him and Wang De also seemed to grow closer.

Wang De retreated repeatedly, but as he retreated, there was ultimately a limit.

His body leaned against the cold stone wall behind him.

The sensation brought clarity to Wang De's mind, and he suddenly reacted!

"I'm not wrong!"

Wang De shouted loudly, "I'm just not wrong! The victors are kings, the losers are bandits. If I win today, then I'm not wrong!"

Wang De stared intently at He Zimu, speaking loudly, his words filled with defiance.

"Unfortunately, you lost!"

He Zimu shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"Who said that?"

Following the appearance of a cold voice, a chilling figure, The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes, finally made his entrance!

He wore purple robes, walking step by step, his figure like a ghost. The chilling aura emanating from him, the moment he appeared, tightly enveloped the cave.

"Today, besides this Steward, everyone else must die!"

The cultivation of The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes erupted, reaching the Late Stage of the Spirit Venerable Realm. In an instant, he became the strongest person on the scene!

"Steward Yang Yucheng, where do you think you're going!"

The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes smiled slightly, his laughter carrying a sharp, hoarse, and strange quality.

He held a large hammer in his hand, its surface black, its sharp points glinting with cold light. It was actually a High Grade Spiritual Artifact!

"Steward Yang Yucheng, you are my grand meal. I can let anyone go, but not you! Hand over everything regarding the spiritual thought heaven and earth.

"Perhaps I will let you live!"

Yang Yucheng retreated, coming to He Zimu's side. He Zimu stood in front of him like a shield, as if to say that to harm Yang Yucheng, one must first step over his corpse.

Yang Yucheng was temporarily safe!

But upon hearing the words spoken by The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes, Yang Yucheng couldn't help but let out an involuntary laugh.

"Do you believe that yourself?"

"It's not that I don't know Soul Searching techniques, and what's more, it's a Soul Searching technique from a Spirit Venerable Realm practitioner. You won't believe what I say, but the memories extracted from my Soul are your true objective!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The slightly furrowed brow of The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes, as Yang Yucheng's words fell, gradually became less concealed.

He laughed wildly here, even clapping his hands. The slight sound of applause indicated his admiration for Yang Yucheng.

"Perhaps in a few more decades, when Steward Yang Yucheng is promoted to the Spirit Venerable Realm, or even the Spirit Sect Realm, at that moment, my identity as a Purple-Robed Steward will be nothing more than a mere small figure in front of Steward Yang Yucheng."

"Unfortunately, now, Steward Yang, you are the small figure, so I want your Soul!"

"I also want the secrets of the spiritual thought heaven and earth."

"I will take your place and cooperate with the Third Elder and Luo Hongmei, because for such a powerful person, what she needs is only vast Cultivation resources, those astronomical numbers of Spirit Crystals. Does it matter who she cooperates with?"

The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes began to act.

He had long been prepared, so even with his Late Stage Spirit Venerable Realm strength, which was only one Realm higher than He Zimu's.

But the opponent was cautious enough to have already set up a Formation here that was advantageous to him.

With the aid of the Formation, He Zimu was quickly defeated.

The massive stone hammer fell heavily, landing on He Zimu's chest.

With a puff, He Zimu's face turned pale, and he was sent flying like a kite with a broken string, smashing heavily to the side.

Although there was no danger to his life, he couldn't get up for a while.

"Steward Yang Yucheng, it's your turn!"

"Lord, let me! This Disciple also knows the Soul Searching method!"

Wang De was eagerly fawning, completely ignoring He Zimu, who was severely injured beside him. He didn't even take out any miraculous Spirit Pills to heal him.

He just desperately squeezed his head, constantly trying to get closer to The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes.

Even if it was just to make the other party look at him one more time.

"Why?"

Blood was in his mouth!

He Zimu truly didn't understand! He questioned Wang De.

"Why?"

Wang De smiled coldly, looking at The Purple-Clad Steward with Triangular Eyes with fanaticism in his eyes.

But when he looked at He Zimu, his expression became very contemptuous!

"I admit!"

Wang De smiled coldly, "Once upon a time, you were indeed very good to me, especially your help when I entered the Inner Sect from the Outer Sect. It is still vivid in my mind to this day."

"I still remember that day!"

A trace of reminiscence flashed in Wang De's eyes, indicating that these words truly came from his heart.

He wasn't pretending; it was a genuine outpouring of emotion!

"If not for Senior Brother's help, I probably would never have had the chance to advance to the Inner Sect in this life! Damage to the Meridians is not something that ordinary heaven and earth secret treasures can cure!"

"At that time, I was incredibly grateful for Senior Brother's help, wishing I could die for Senior Brother. Junior Brother was also willing, but I don't know what happened."