Do I... regret it?
Jiang Wang asked himself.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar restaurant.
Familiarity was the reason why he left this place.
It was the same restaurant where he was captured in Zhongshan.
In front of him was Zhao Xuanyang, holding a wooden sword. Behind him were the waiters and diners huddled in the corner.
He faced the sudden crisis head-on, and those people were still whispering.
"Damn it, the demon spy is actually here!"
"Don't be afraid, Zhao Xuanyang is here, this bastard can't escape today!"
"Let's see how he dies!"
"Keep your voice down, this is a demon spy, there's nothing he won't do, what if he pulls you down with him!"
"Why did he have to be a demon's lackey instead of a human, he really deserves to die!"
...
Those whispers were so clear in the ears of Jiang Wang, who was in control of the Sound and Immortal State. Every word, every bit of hatred... entered his ears clearly.
At this moment, he faced Zhao Xuanyang and felt the pressure of death. At this moment, he heard these whispers and felt the hostility of these strangers towards him.
It was like being in a cramped dark room, enduring the buzzing of mosquitoes and flies.
Incomparable torment!
No one knew what kind of willpower he was using to maintain his calm!
"They all think you're a demon!" the voice in his heart said, "Why don't you tell them what a demon should do!"
What should a demon do?
With these people's lives as hostages, he could force Zhao Xuanyang to reveal a flaw, and struggle for a chance to escape. In this way, he wouldn't have to be taken to Mount Yujing, and wouldn't be publicly tried as a demon spy, everything could still be salvaged!
Do I... regret it?
Jiang Wang asked himself again.
...
...
What should a demon... do?
"Jiang Wang? Jiang Wang? "
When Jiang Wang opened his eyes again, he saw Dong A's exceptionally stern and upright face.
At this moment, there was a trace of concern in her eyes. "What's wrong, are you not feeling well?"
This was in Dong A's room in the Dao Institute of Maplewood City.
The time... was not long before Maplewood City was destroyed.
And he had just reported to Dong A the movements of the White Bone Sect. He suspected that the White Bone Sect would soon make a big move in Maplewood City, and he was even recognized as the White Bone Sect's disciple.
"That's enough. You can go back. "
"I'll take care of it."
"I'll talk to Wei Quji personally."
"Work hard on your cultivation and take good care of your sister."
"… Don't bother me."
At the risk of being killed by Dong A, he confessed everything he knew, hoping to fight for a chance for the realm of Maplewood City. And Dong A gave him this answer.
Of course, he already knew what was going to happen next.
"No, I'm fine," Jiang Wang said reluctantly.
"Thank you for your hard work during this period." Dong A said casually, "Go back and have a good rest."
"Okay." Jiang Wang stood up cautiously. After saying goodbye, he walked out of the door.
He tried his best to calm himself down … but how could he calm down?
The person who was sitting behind him was ….
He was the teacher whom he had once trusted wholeheartedly. He was the Vice Prime Minister of Zhuang State whom he had killed with his own hands!
"Are you really okay?" Dong A's voice came from behind.
"Maybe she's too tired …" Jiang Wang paused. "She'll be fine after a night's rest."
"Alright, you can go back first. I'll have someone send you two sets of tranquilizers later. "
"Thank … Master Dong."
Dong A's voice came from behind him again. "Oh right, if they reveal anything else to you, the future Holy Lord, let me know immediately."
Jiang Wang slowly walked out of the small courtyard.
The winter sun outside the house gave him a particularly cold feeling.
"Got it," he said.
He walked alone in the Daoist Academy of Maplewood City.
From time to time, his seniors and juniors would greet him, and he would nod in response.
That bluestone path, that row of red maple trees … even the sky seemed familiar.
He felt as if he had never left, but he had been gone for a long time.
Jiang Wang walked in the place where he had lived for many years, and he felt a sense of melancholy that no one could understand.
He didn't know why he had returned to this day. But he needed to know what he should do!
Should he go to Mount Yujing or the Jing State to expose this matter?
Would he make it in time?
He was just an ordinary disciple of the Daoist Academy of a small country, and he had an extremely weak cultivation.
Could he see those important people who had the power to make decisions?
Would anyone believe him?
Could he even … walk out of the Zhuang State?
The White Bone Path's conspiracy had already begun, and so had the Zhuang State's officials.
After he reported to Dong A what happened in Maplewood City, did Dong A not notice him?
He had once trusted Dong A and buried this matter in his heart, until the day of the disaster …
What if he hadn't trusted Dong A and wanted to rely on himself to warn the people and spread the White Bone Path's conspiracy? Then would he … have been erased?
Ferocious beasts, heretical demons, problems in cultivation … There were many reasons that could bury an ordinary disciple who was not worth a single penny.
What should he do? Jiang Wang asked himself.
In this moment of hesitation, he heard the voice in his heart again.
It was as if his other self was interrogating himself. "Everyone thinks you are a demon. Do you know what will happen to the demons?"
What will happen to the demons?
Demons could be a race, but they could also be an extremely selfish person.
The destruction of Maplewood City was a disaster …
The destruction of Maplewood City was also an opportunity!
Because it was the result of the White Bone Path's many years of planning, it created the White Bone True Pellet!
After Zhuang Gaoxian swallowed this pellet, his old injuries were healed, and he reached Insightful Truth, becoming a Perfected Person.
If he could swallow this pellet … why would he worry about not being able to soar to the sky?
In his original experience, he had spent more than two years, fought countless battles of life and death, and tried his best, but he could only reach the fourth level of Inner Mansion. In front of Zhao Xuanyang, he had no power to resist.
This time, if he could snatch food from the tiger's mouth and swallow the White Bone True Pellet … Who could say that the Immortal Arrival was unattainable?
There was also the Deep Abyss Candle hidden in the Tongtian Palace, and the Great Ancestor of the Zhuang State, Zhuang Chengqian, who was coldly watching everything from within the candle.
If he could make good use of the Lifeless Calamity, would there be a way to scheme against Zhuang Chengqian and the White Bone Evil God at the same time?
The White Bone Evil God wanted to take everything from Zhuang Chengqian, and Zhuang Chengqian wanted to take over the White Bone Evil God's divine authority. Under the situation where he knew all the methods, trump cards, and countermeasures of both sides, was it possible for him to take advantage of the situation?
If he succeeded …
Then, he would be able to reach Insightful Truth and control the divine authority of the Netherworld at least on Red Dog Day, year 3919 of the Dao calendar!
What could a mere Zhao Xuanyang amount to?
He could destroy him with a flip of his palm.
Who in the world would dare to accuse him of being in cahoots with demons?!
Even if he brought the Blood Puppet True Demon with him, who would gossip?
People would only praise his strength and praise him for being able to turn a True Demon into a puppet!
Li Yi was the youngest Perfected Person in history.
But he could break this record and bring it forward to the age of 18!
He would be the true number one champion of the Yellow River Gathering, and he would be qualified to enter Da Qi's Military Hall!
What kind of scene would that be?
Du Ruhui, a turtle in the palm of his hand!
Zhuang Gaoxian, easily destroyed!
Hai Zongming still dared to covet the Red Makeup Mirror? Granny Bizhu still dared to be greedy? Ji Shaoqing still dared to provoke him?
Even Gu Huaixin was killed!
Who in the world couldn't be killed?
How long would it take for an 18-year-old Perfected Person to reach the Dao Evolution stage?
Would Da Qi's Military God, Jiang Mengxiong, still be so protective?
Would the Fishing Sea Tower's Master, Wei Xun, still be so arrogant?
The world regards me as a demon …
When I become a demon, the world should be different!
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