When Wenren Sheng saw this,
he smiled faintly.
Yes, it now seemed as though the old Golden Core cultivator had the last laugh.
He had won.
But Wenren Sheng was exceptionally wise.
He understood that the old Golden Core cultivator had actually already lost.
As for why, all they had to do was watch what happened next.
The old Golden Core cultivator was cautious enough. He flew tens of thousands of miles away, found a cave more than 10,000 kilometers from the Green Mountain Sect, and began his secluded cultivation.
Wenren Sheng had to appreciate how powerful the cultivation world's network was. It was stronger than the Technology Side's, with no dropped connections and excellent signal coverage.
The old Golden Core cultivator began pressuring Liu Gang.
"Tell me. Where exactly did your Clone Technique come from? Was it bestowed by some supreme treasure, or cultivated from a heavenly-grade technique?"
Upon hearing that,
Liu Gang immediately felt the last stirrings of his desire to survive.
He hurriedly said, "It's a technique. An Inheritance Technique imprinted deep within my soul."
"An Inheritance Technique? It seems you're the reincarnation of some great power, then?" the old Golden Core cultivator said disdainfully. "Fine. Write it out for me right away. If you do, you may live. I can even keep you around as a mining tool."
"If you can't write it out, then you will undoubtedly die."
Isn't he just trying to trick me? Even if I write it down, I'm definitely dead, Liu Gang thought.
But as Liu Gang hesitated, the old Golden Core cultivator took out an ordinary mortal's knife.
"Do you know what this is for?"
Liu Gang looked over and saw that it was covered in blood.
It was also heavily rusted.
"This is a tool mortals use for death