As a Descendant of Immortals who had survived from the Era of Dharma Decline, perhaps they had stood too high above others for too long.
Whether it was Fu Dongli, who had appeared beneath the Heaven-Shrouding Umbrella, or Mo Qingchou, who had dispatched Li Zhong as her envoy this time, both believed they could make Su Yi accept their "goodwill."
They either promised him Wonderful Methods and precious treasures, protection, or even promised to take Su Yi to cultivate in the Immortal Realm someday.
It was like saying, I know you are trapped in a Place of Eternal Doom, so I have come to pull you out. But first, you must lower your head to me and obey my will.
Was that goodwill?
No.
It was a transaction!
Su Yi did not resent transactions.
What he resented was this self-righteous, lofty attitude.
He had devoted his life to seeking the sword path. Why would he need anyone else's support?
Even if he became an Enemy of the World, why would he need to rely on others to shield him from wind and rain?
The laughable thing was that both Mo Qingchou and Li Zhong, who had come as an envoy, clearly believed that he remained at Jiekong Temple because he could obtain the protection of the Jiekong Sword Monk and the Sword Immortal Qing Shi!
"In the eyes of others, such circumstances are enough to doom me beyond redemption. But how could they know that, to me, even becoming an Enemy of the World is merely a trial?"
"Those who cannot kill me will eventually become my stepping stones, paving a great road to the heavens and carrying me soaring upward!"
Inside the room, Su Yi shook his head and quietly cultivated.
Night fell. Fallen leaves rustled through the