Shangguan Siheng replied, "It will make the cultivator violent, their temperament growing ever closer to the type of dragon whose blood they use."
"Patriarch Bai."
Chen Sanshi consoled him, "If the two of us truly coveted your treasure, why did we not simply make our move just now?"
"Exactly."
Shangguan Siheng echoed, "Even now, I still do not know what your clan's heirloom treasure actually is."
Hearing their words, Bai Liangbi gradually calmed down. He rubbed his forehead. "Fellow Daoist Xiao, forgive me. I lost my composure."
"No matter."
Chen Sanshi reminded him again, "But this only further proves that you cannot continue cultivating this demonic art."
"No, I must continue!"
Bai Liangbi's tone turned violent again. He froze for a moment, then said word by word, "Things have come this far. There is no other choice!
"Brother Xiao, I have already cultivated this demonic art. Even if there truly is something wrong with it, I have long since lost any path of retreat!"
Chen Sanshi had no way to refute that.
At this point, with the Qingxu Sect unwilling to provide further help, the Bai family had long been driven into a corner.
Either gamble on a Golden Body Realm martial artist, or watch the entire clan perish.
They did not even have the option of fleeing.
"Brother Xiao."
Bai Liangbi said firmly, "No matter what, I must forge the Mud Sculpture Golden Body. If anything truly goes wrong then, at worst I will perish together with them! Let that thing return to where it came from; I will never let those bastards profit from it! So, Brother Xiao, please help me!"
Chen Sanshi asked, "Will you still kill members of your own clan?"
"No."
Bai Liangbi shook his head. "There has already been enough. I can begin closed-door