"That old bastard is more cunning than a corrupt official!"
Zhou Yi had never considered himself elite material, otherwise he would not have been a 996 corporate beast in his previous life.
The Longevity Dao Fruit only granted endless lifespan; it did not bestow extraordinary wisdom.
People like Yu Su neither practiced martial arts nor cultivated immortality. They spent their entire lives struggling, scheming, and playing mind games—far beyond anything Zhou Yi could match.
Perhaps after a few more centuries, once Zhou Yi had sailed through a thousand storms, he would reach that realm, where every scheme and calculation could be deployed and withdrawn without leaving a trace.
"Too troublesome. Any conspiracies, beauties wearing human skin, all of it can simply be outlived!"
Zhou Yi ignored the prisoners' wails. After drinking slop for a few more days, they would get used to it. Carrying the bucket, he headed to the Heavenly Prison office.
He had originally intended to watch his colleagues play cards and pass the time.
The guards all sat properly, chatting idly now and then. Only after Zhou Yi asked did he learn that Captain Yang had issued an order strictly forbidding drunkenness and gambling within the Heavenly Prison.
At long last, his shift ended.
Zhou Yi returned to his courtyard, spent two hours studying formations, then began cultivating the Origin Returning Art.
The path of refining qi valued constancy and focus.
At midnight.
Zhou Yi slowly finished his cultivation. With a wave of his hand across his face, he instantly transformed into King Samsara's aged appearance.
After practicing disguise techniques for decades, he had reached a realm of perfection. He then concealed himself with a Shadow Talisman and darted through Shenjing beneath the cover of night.
Tongfu Ward.
Yuan Manor.
Pavilions over water, terraces, artificial hills, and