I couldn't be bothered to set up a formation either, so I released this fellow and grabbed him with one hand. "Answer my questions honestly, and I can spare you some pain! Otherwise, someone as wicked as you could be killed several times over and still deserve it!"
A Heavenly Profound cultivator was bullying him, and the old man could only feel helpless. He immediately said, "Fellow Daoist, I was merely planting flowers and tending grass here. Why must you be so ruthless?"
"Heh, if I didn't attack you, should I wait for you to kill me?" I sneered. The old man let out a muffled grunt, and I continued, "Tell me about the things in your bag first, then tell me who you are."
"There isn't much to say about the other things. This bag of mine only contains three little items you people probably don't recognize. If I tell you, will you let me go?" the old man asked.
I gave a sly chuckle. "That depends on how you perform."
The old man frowned, then quickly said, "Of these three items, one is a treasure that resists corrosive energy, called the Devil-Heaven Umbrella. I have always relied on it to travel through this region's corrosive energy. It has no particularly special use beyond that. The other one is far more impressive. I recorded all my lifelong research on the Black Demonic Soldiers inside it. I planned to use it when accepting disciples. Isn't that impressive?"
"Impressive my ass. It's nothing more than a method of grinding these plants into powder to lure the Black Demonic Soldiers. Anyone who seriously studies it will know how it works!" I sneered. Back when people drove out corpses and exorcised demons, weren't they all headed in this direction? The only difference was