From Now On, I Am the Master and You Are My Slave

Wang Fugui put on a mournful face. "Sir, when I was cultivating, I could clearly feel that thing constantly trying to devour my soul and possess my body. If it weren't for the protective spells you taught me, I wouldn't have survived until today."

Lin Shuguang withdrew his consciousness from the Spatial Altar.

That surge of Evil God's will had brought him a full 160 drops of Golden Dew.

This proved his strategy was correct.

The stronger Wang Fugui became, the stronger the Evil God would become.

In fact, the Ninth Prince, Gu Changhe, could also teach Wang Fugui evil techniques to accelerate the Evil God's growth, but he clearly hadn't done so.

In Lin Shuguang's opinion, it was because Gu Changhe only viewed Wang Fugui as a seed for the Evil God, not wanting Wang Fugui to transform from an ordinary person into a cultivator, lest he break free from control.

"Mortals have fewer karmic entanglements. Gu Changhe doesn't want the Evil God he cultivated to bring a crisis to his Great Dao. That makes sense."

He looked at Wang Fugui. If that kid hadn't met him back then, he probably would have truly become a feast for the Evil God in a few more years.

"Sir, is there any way to completely eradicate it?" Wang Fugui pleaded, his face full of desperation.

He was truly terrified.

Who wouldn't be afraid knowing there was something demonic and monstrous inside them?

As soon as Lin Shuguang shook his head, Wang Fugui's heart sank.

Fortunately, Lin Shuguang spoke again, "Currently, you have two solutions. The first is to cultivate yourself. The Evil God's will has only formed a source within your body. Once your strength increases, you can separate the source yourself..."

"What cultivation level would that require?" Wang Fugui asked cautiously.

Lin Shuguang looked at him. "This path is not easy. You are still only in the Body Tempering Realm. You are still a hundred thousand miles away from that level."

Upon hearing this, Wang Fugui's expression immediately dimmed.

Lin Shuguang wasn't intentionally trying to discourage him. "I'm telling you this to let you know that you are not in a hopeless situation."

"Thank you, sir. What is the second path?" Wang Fugui asked in a deep voice.

"I will periodically help you clear out the Evil God's will. Once my strength is sufficient, I will personally take action to strip this Evil God's will from your source."

Hearing this, Wang Fugui's eyes immediately lit up again.

He had only just stepped into the cultivation world and didn't understand many things. He had no idea how to approach what Lin Shuguang called a 'source'.

Compared to hoping to strip it away himself, he was more willing to trust that Lin Shuguang could reach that level sooner.

"Sir, I'm counting on you."

Lin Shuguang waved his hand and took out some pills, handing them to him. "Cultivate with peace of mind. If you encounter any unsolvable problems, come find me. This is my residence. Don't let anyone notice you. The Imperial Capital is not like other places; it's a mixed bag. You could hit a dozen Spirit Transformation Realm cultivators with a single brick, let alone someone like you who is only in Body Tempering."

"Don't worry, sir, I understand what to do." Wang Fugui took the pills, his heart warming.

In this world, besides Second Master, Lin Shuguang was the only one who had ever been good to him.

"Do you have enough living expenses?" Lin Shuguang asked again.

Wang Fugui quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'm careful with my spending usually."

Seeing his emaciated appearance, Lin Shuguang gave him some Gold Leaves. "Eat more. There's no need to be frugal. Tell me if you need more."

Wang Fugui's current emaciated state was clearly a sign of lacking blood energy. While cultivation could compensate for blood energy, it would still affect his foundation.

Lin Shuguang, unlike Wang Fugui who was too frugal, causing the quality of the Evil God's will to decline, was naturally willing to give away resources.

This trip had yielded over a hundred drops of Golden Dew. Combined with what he had left, he estimated he had about seven to eight hundred drops. He hoped it would be enough to refine pills when he returned tonight.

He left the inn where Wang Fugui was staying.

Lin Shuguang returned to his small courtyard and unexpectedly encountered a figure.

On the street, a lavishly decorated carriage was moving along grandly. Sima Hengdao sat inside, resting with his eyes closed.

These past few days, he had been inexplicably restless, giving him a bad premonition.

The Nine Demon Scroll he had signed with the Ninth Prince was a private matter, and he had never spoken of it to anyone. Therefore, when his divine soul was suppressed by a terrifying power yesterday, he hadn't even dared to groan, fearing discovery by outsiders.

If the Sima family found out he had signed such a contract, they would surely deal with him. He hadn't yet obtained the position of family head, and he would never put himself in danger.

"Come find me."

Suddenly, a cold, unfamiliar voice emerged from the depths of his mind. Sima Hengdao, who had been rubbing his temples, paused. He slowly lowered his hand and traced the source of the voice with his mental power, but found no trace of the other party.

This made his heart tighten.

Hallucination?

Impossible!

How could he, a powerful expert in the Nirvana Realm, have hallucinations!

As he was thinking, a sudden tremor from the Nine Demon Scroll made him stiffen, almost letting out a yelp.

"Hurry up!" the voice transmitted again.

Sima Hengdao's heart suddenly filled with doubt. When had the Ninth Prince arrived at the Imperial Capital? And why had his voice changed?

Putting aside his doubts, his voice calmly came from within the sedan chair, "Go to Jiangxin Inn."

The sedan chair changed direction and soon arrived at the Jiangxin Inn. "Wait outside."

"Yes."

After Sima Hengdao finished speaking, he walked into the inn, his heart filled with doubts, but he concealed them all.

Seeing Sima Hengdao's grand arrival, the innkeeper personally came to greet him.

Sima Hengdao's expression was cold, and he didn't pay the other party any mind. "Don't follow me."

"Yes, yes, yes." The innkeeper was about to say some flattering words, but Sima Hengdao's single sentence reprimanded him into silence. He stood dejectedly by the stairs on the first floor, watching Sima Hengdao walk upstairs alone.

"Boss?" the waiter asked, looking confused.

The innkeeper, in a bad mood, waved his hand. "Go, go, go. Don't you have work to do in the shop? Hurry up and get busy."

Sima Hengdao followed the location indicated by the voice in his heart, step by step towards the room. Standing at the door, he scanned the corridor. There wasn't even a guard. This wasn't like the Ninth Prince's usual style.

Did he return to the imperial capital without imperial decree?

Sima Hengdao felt a little uneasy. Had something happened?

Despite his thoughts, he subconsciously thought the person inside was the Ninth Prince. He didn't dare to delay, so he knocked on the door and then walked in.

In an instant, the simple furnishings in the room made Sima Hengdao's brow twitch. He dutifully didn't dare to look too closely.

"Close the door," a voice came from the front.

"Yes." Sima Hengdao instinctively turned to close it, but then his movements paused.

He suddenly turned his head and saw a strange man sitting at the table. It wasn't the Ninth Prince!

"Who are you!" Sima Hengdao's expression changed instantly, sharp and ruthless, as if he would kill to silence him at any moment.

His dealings with the Ninth Prince were his biggest secret now and could never be exposed.

"Are you looking for Gu Changhe?" Lin Shuguang poured himself some wine and asked casually.

Sima Hengdao's expression changed again. The terrifying aura of the Nirvana Realm erupted instantly. He made a move as if to attack, but suddenly, this aura, which seemed like it would stir up a storm, came to an abrupt halt, as if doused with a basin of cold water.

The immense will from the Nine Demon Scroll caused Sima Hengdao to freeze in mid-air. Anyone who had signed the Nine Demon Scroll and acted rebelliously would suffer a backlash from its will.

Therefore, Sima Hengdao's face was flushed red, as if it were about to be cut into a thousand pieces, with faint cracks appearing.

In an instant, this Nirvana Realm expert's heart was thrown into turmoil.

"Sima Hengdao, kneel down and apologize, and I'll spare your life," Lin Shuguang said lightly, playing with the wine glass in his hand.

Sima Hengdao's face was flushed red.

The angrier he became, the heavier his injuries. Moreover, the power from the Nine Demon Scroll suppressed him entirely, preventing him from reaching Lin Shuguang.

He glared at Lin Shuguang with bloodshot eyes.

He was indignant, angry, and unwilling!

He had intended to rely on the Ninth Prince to achieve his goals, but now a person of unknown background had appeared. How could Sima Hengdao accept this?

He wished he could kill Lin Shuguang right now.

Lin Shuguang played with the wine glass, his expression calm. Compared to Sima Hengdao, he appeared composed and unhurried.

After a long while.

"Thump."

Sima Hengdao knelt down on both knees.

The second elder of the dignified Sima family, a high-level expert in the Nirvana Realm, knelt before a young man of unknown origin. If this were to get out, it would surely cause a storm.

"I just want to know... where is the Ninth Prince?" Sima Hengdao's voice was hoarse, as if a sliver of hope remained in his heart.

Lin Shuguang slowly stood up, walked over, and stepped down, his foot landing on Sima Hengdao's face.

This step not only crushed Sima Hengdao's last hope but also crushed his pride and dignity.

Sima Hengdao trembled all over but dared not make a sound.

Lin Shuguang's expression was cold. If this Sima Hengdao were willing to treat him sincerely like Wang Fugui, he would naturally welcome him with open arms, and there would be no need to insult this Nirvana Realm expert like this.

He looked down indifferently. "From now on, I am the master, and you are the slave. Do not inquire about things you shouldn't, even if you want to ask again, swallow it back down for me. You are merely a Nirvana Realm cultivator; killing you is easy."

Sima Hengdao's struggling body instantly became powerless after these words. He said with grief and indignation, "Yes, master."

Lin Shuguang moved his foot away, stood up, and walked to the table, without looking back.

Sima Hengdao slowly raised his head and looked at Lin Shuguang's back, his eyes sharp.

He was a man with ambition, but he wasn't foolish.

He finally closed his eyes, giving up on struggling.

This person could seize the Nine Demon Scroll from the Ninth Prince, so his strength must be extraordinary... but he had no idea what kind of entanglements and karma were involved.

Who exactly was this person?

Was he from Great Gan?

Or the Southern Dynasty...

"How much do you know about those people from the Southern Dynasty?" Lin Shuguang asked, his back to Sima Hengdao.

Sima Hengdao froze, thinking Lin Shuguang had read his mind. His heart tightened, and he lowered his head, saying, "I've had dealings with them. They worship an Evil God, and there have been constant disturbances in the Great Gan Dynasty in recent years."

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Lin Shuguang poured a cup of wine and casually said, "Then I'll give you a mission. Go capture people from the Southern Dynasty. I want them alive."

Sima Hengdao paused. "How many should I capture?"

Lin Shuguang glanced at him. "Capture as many as you find. I have a use for them."

"Yes." Sima Hengdao lowered his head and accepted the order, not daring to question it at all.

Lin Shuguang put down the wine cup in his hand and walked past Sima Hengdao, disappearing in an instant. This sudden disappearance was like a ghost or a god, and Sima Hengdao's shock was no less than before.

He stumbled and sat down on the ground, his eyes vacant.

It's over...

From today on, my life is no longer my own!