Zou Rui was truly enraged. A surge of fury shot straight to the crown of his head, impossible to suppress.
He had not felt such anger for countless years. Even when he had descended before and been schemed against by dozens of Three Realms Top-tier Great Experts, ending with his physical body shattered and nearly suffering complete annihilation, he had never been as furious as he was now.
Having already been ambushed once by Three Realms cultivators, he had exercised extreme caution after reappearing in the world. He had been on guard against every possibility and believed it impossible for Three Realms cultivators to trick him again. Yet after calculating every possible move, he had still fallen into their scheme.
This feeling left Zou Rui unable to control himself. If those senior and junior fellow disciples of the same rank in the Nine Nether Palace learned of this, he would never be able to hold his head up again.
In just a few hundred thousand years, he had been schemed against again and again in the lower interface. Though the methods had differed, the result had been the same: they had all targeted his sea of consciousness.
At that moment, Zou Rui truly felt as if he were going mad.
He only wanted to capture the reckless ants before him and refine them into corpse puppets and soul servants, thereby venting the hatred in his heart.
The gathered cultivators were all meticulous thinkers. From Qin Fengming and Zou Rui's brief exchange, they had already understood that Zou Rui had fallen into Qin Fengming's trap—and that he had been schemed against only after consuming some kind of pill Qin Fengming had refined.
Almost instantly, everyone understood what had happened. Some among them knew that Qin Fengming had refined pills for Saintly