Chapter 1175
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Chapter 1175: Demonic Scriptures
Ye Zichen shook his shoulders like a scoundrel, then grabbed the man's hand and reached forward.
The warlock backed away uneasily. Ye Zichen's ferocious demeanor made him feel uneasy. He really didn't want to be slapped again. The Great Pilar couldn't tolerate such humiliation.
"Then what do you want as compensation? The Great Pilar can give you back your hair."
As he spoke, the warlock moved to retrieve the strands of hair Ye Zichen had tossed into the bonfire.
However, to Ye Zichen, hair was an insignificant price to pay. Just taking back three strands of hair would be too much of a loss.
Given his personality, he couldn't let go of even the slightest advantage. This was truly unacceptable.
Ye Zichen raised his hand and stopped the warlock's movements. He looked him up and down, then looked him up and down timidly.
"If it's your hair, I don't want it. You don't even have a single strand of hair on your body, so I'll leave it to you. Three strands of hair won't be a bad idea."
"Then what do you want? The Great Pilar has nothing to give you," replied the warlock.
"Then it looks like you want to get beaten up."
Ye Zichen's unfriendly gaze landed on the warlock. Instantly, he felt the entire Time Corridor's temperature plummet. Under that gaze, his entire body felt uneasy.
His hand groped around under the loose black cloak. When his hand came out of the cloak, there was a pitch-black book in his hand.
He reluctantly handed it over. Ye Zichen arched his brows and placed his hand on the book. He wanted to take it back, but was met with resistance.
Only then did he realize that the warlock was clenching the book tightly. He was unwilling to hand it over.
"Hm?"
The warlock's eyes narrowed. He instinctively shook his hand, and the book flew out of his grasp and into Ye Zichen's.
Even though it was in Ye Zichen's hands, the warlock stared intently at it, his gaze filled with reluctance.
Ye Zichen was rather curious. Just what was so special about the book that it could force the warlock to go this far?
"Demonic Secret Manual."
The pitch-black book was engraved with four blood-red words. Ye Zichen flipped open the tome and discovered that it was a manual for condensing a dharma body.
The Supreme Dharma Body was the only way to become a Supreme-Being expert. What a coincidence. He was just wondering where to find the secret manual for the Supreme Dharma Body, and now this Shaman had directly given him one.
I wonder what rank this Evil Magic God is?
Ye Zichen put the secret tome into his spatial ring, then walked around the warlock a few more times.
"What do you want? The great Pilar has already compensated you."
The warlock yelled at the top of his lungs, but his anger had no effect on Ye Zichen at all. It merely boosted his courage.
Ye Zichen licked his lips, then tilted his head and looked at him.
"I don't even know how to use that stupid secret manual. What kind of compensation is this?"
"You actually dare to slander the treasures left behind by Lord Devil. You … you will anger Lord Devil. You will not have a good ending."
"Scram."
Ye Zichen slapped the warlock's head and frowned.
"Hurry up and compensate me. Otherwise, I'm afraid your life won't belong to you anymore."
"The great Pilar has nothing else to offer," replied the warlock sincerely.
The warlock replied sincerely, but could Ye Zichen really believe him?
He couldn't!
Right now, he was playing the role of a bandit. How could a bandit hold back just because his opponent said he had no treasures?
There was no way he'd get the warlock to willingly hand over his treasures. It seemed he'd have to take matters into his own hands.
Ye Zichen reached out with his left hand and picked the warlock up. His right hand burrowed into his loose black robes and searched around.
"You …. You're insulting the great Pilar!"
"Shut up!"
Ye Zichen frowned and stopped him. He searched around for a long time, but couldn't find a spatial ring. In the end, he simply ripped off the warlock's robes and stripped him naked.
"He really is that poor."
Ye Zichen couldn't help but shake his head when he saw the warlock without so much as a single gold coin on him.
"The great Pilar …. I will definitely …. Get my revenge!"
The naked warlock curled up in a corner of the Time Corridor. He looked like a woman who'd just been violated. His expression was far too easy to misunderstand. Ye Zichen hurriedly tossed the black robes to the warlock, lest the alien stare at him too much.
"Didn't you say you had a kingdom? How are you so poor …. Forget it, I can't be bothered to argue with you. A great man of great virtue will forgive a lowly man like you. Consider that secret tome your compensation. Although I suffered a bit, who told me to be so soft-hearted? Don't you agree? "
Ye Zichen reached out and tousled the warlock's hair, then put his hands in his pockets and smiled.
"Get me out of here. If I stay here any longer, I don't know what else I'll do to you."
When he recalled Ye Zichen's earlier actions, the warlock couldn't help but shrink back.
These memories might become a nightmare for him in the future. He didn't want this demon to stay here for even half a second longer.
Ye Zichen snapped his fingers, and a door suddenly opened in the Time Corridor.
"Go! The great Pilar doesn't want to see you here!"
The warlock pointed at the door and roared. When Ye Zichen saw this, he pursed his lips into a smile, then walked up to the door and waved.
"Until we meet again."
Even as he left, the warlock maintained his furious expression. Soon afterwards, he was suddenly stunned. He looked at the opening door of the Time Corridor, and then looked at his hand.
Their connection had been reestablished.
After leaving the Time Corridor, Ye Zichen appeared in a beautiful place filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers.
This was no longer the primordial chaos beneath the Milky Way, nor was it the pitch-black walls of the Time Corridor. This place was lush and lush, unlike the Upper Three Realms' ancient trees and jagged rocks.
He could faintly hear the cries of birds in the distance. Ye Zichen even saw a squirrel hugging a pine cone and looking at him with an amused expression.
This peaceful scene didn't exist in the Upper Three Realms, which were like stagnant water.
He knew he'd returned.
Compared to the spiritual energy in the Lower Lands, Ye Zichen discovered that the spiritual energy here was no less sparse. Only the Sky Great District could compare.
Ye Zichen knew full well that this was all because of the ley line.
He stretched lazily, then swiped his finger through the air. The surrounding space seemed to have lost all its tenacity in front of his fingers, allowing him to draw a crack in it.
When he saw this, Ye Zichen hurriedly stopped.
As expected, the difference in tenacity between the Upper Three Realms and the Lower Three Realms was like night and day.
So long as he willed it, he could destroy this entire world with a wave of his hand.
This was a supreme.
He gazed off into the distance. Maple City was directly to the north of him. After a while, Ye Zichen suppressed his complicated emotions and smiled.
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