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

Wang Fugui wore a mournful expression. "My lord, while cultivating, I could clearly feel that thing trying to devour my soul and occupy my body every moment. If not for the protective technique you taught me before, my lord, I'm afraid I wouldn't have survived until today."

Lin Shuguang withdrew his mind from the Spatial Altar.

That evil god's will had just brought him a full one hundred and sixty drops of Golden Dew.

This proved that his strategy was correct.

The stronger Wang Fugui became, the stronger the evil god would become.

In truth, Ninth Prince Gu Changhe could also have taught Wang Fugui evil techniques to accelerate the evil god's growth, but he clearly had not done so.

In Lin Shuguang's view, that was because Gu Changhe had merely treated Wang Fugui as a seed for the evil god. He did not want Wang Fugui to transform from an ordinary person into a cultivator and break free of his control.

"Mortals have few karmic ties. It makes sense that Gu Changhe wouldn't want the evil god he cultivated to bring danger to his Great Dao."

He looked at Wang Fugui. If this fellow had not encountered him back then, he would probably have become a sumptuous meal in the evil god's belly after a few more years.

"My lord, is there any way to eradicate it?" Wang Fugui pleaded.

He was truly terrified.

Who wouldn't be afraid after learning that there was a demon or monster inside their body?

Lin Shuguang had only just shaken his head when Wang Fugui's heart immediately sank halfway.

Fortunately, Lin Shuguang spoke again. "For now, you have two ways to deal with it. The first is to cultivate on your own. The evil god's will has only fused within your body to form a source. Once your strength improves, you can separate the source yourself..."

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

Lin Shuguang looked at him. "This path won't be easy. You're only at the Body Tempering Realm right now. You're still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from that level."

Wang Fugui's expression dimmed on the spot.

Lin Shuguang had not deliberately meant to discourage him. "I'm telling you this because I want you to know that you're not at the end of the road."

"Thank you, my lord. May I ask what the second path is?" Wang Fugui asked solemnly.

"I'll regularly help you clear out the evil god's will. Once my strength is sufficient, I'll personally act and strip this evil god's will from your source."

Wang Fugui's eyes immediately lit up again.

He had only just stepped into the cultivation world and understood very little. He had no idea where to begin with the source Lin Shuguang mentioned.

Rather than hope to strip it away himself, he was more willing to believe that Lin Shuguang would reach that level first.

"My lord, I'm counting on you."

Lin Shuguang waved his hand and took out some pills for him. "Cultivate in peace. Come find me if you encounter anything you can't resolve. This is where I live. Don't let anyone notice you. The imperial capital isn't like other places. It's a mixed bag here; even throwing down a brick could kill a whole group of Spirit Transformation Realm experts, let alone you, who are only at the Body Tempering Realm."

"Rest assured, my lord. I know what to do." Wang Fugui accepted the pills, his heart warming.

In this world, aside from Second Master, only Lin Shuguang treated him well.

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

Wang Fugui hurriedly said, "I do, I do. I usually pay attention to my spending."

Seeing how emaciated he was, Lin Shuguang gave him some Gold Leaves as well. "Eat more. There's no need to be frugal. Tell me when you run out."

Wang Fugui's skeletal appearance was clearly a sign of insufficient vital energy. Although cultivation could replenish it, continuing like this would still affect his foundation.

Lin Shuguang did not want Wang Fugui's excessive frugality to cause the quality of the evil god's will to decline, so he was naturally willing to give him resources.

This trip had yielded more than a hundred drops of Golden Dew. Adding what he had left before, he reckoned there were still seven or eight hundred drops. He would refine pills when he returned that evening and hoped it would be enough.

After leaving the inn where Wang Fugui stayed,

Lin Shuguang set out for the small courtyard, only to unexpectedly encounter a familiar figure.

On the street, a magnificently carved carriage rolled along in grand fashion. Sima Hengdao sat inside with his eyes closed, resting his mind.

For the past few days, his thoughts had been inexplicably chaotic, giving him a bad premonition.

The Nine Demon Scroll he had signed with Ninth Prince was a private matter he had never mentioned to anyone. Thus, when his soul had been subjected to a terrifying suppression yesterday, he had not even dared to grunt, fearing that outsiders would discover it.

If the Sima Family learned that he had signed such a contract, they would certainly deal with him. He had yet to obtain the position of family head and absolutely would not allow himself to fall into danger.

"Come find me."

Suddenly, a cold and unfamiliar voice surfaced from the depths of his heart. Sima Hengdao, who had been rubbing his brow, froze, then slowly lowered his hand. He sent his mental power searching, but could not find the other party's trace at all.

His heart tightened.

An auditory hallucination?

Impossible!

How could a mighty Nirvana Realm expert like him possibly suffer an auditory hallucination?

Could a powerful expert have descended?

As he was thinking, a sudden tremor from the Nine Demon Scroll made his body stiffen. He nearly cried out in shock.

"Hurry up!" the voice said again.

Suspicion suddenly arose in Sima Hengdao's heart. When had Ninth Prince arrived in the imperial capital? Why had his voice changed as well?

Regardless of the doubts in his heart, he calmly spoke from inside the carriage. "Go to Jiangxin Inn."

The carriage changed direction, and before long, it arrived at Jiangxin Inn. "Wait outside."

"Yes."

After Sima Hengdao spoke, he entered the inn. Though doubts filled his heart, he had already concealed them.

Seeing Sima Hengdao arrive in person, the shopkeeper came forward to greet him.

Sima Hengdao's expression was cold, and he did not spare the man a glance. "Don't follow me."

"Yes, yes, yes." The shopkeeper had been planning to offer some flattering words, but Sima Hengdao's single sentence forced them back down his throat. He stood dejectedly beside the first-floor staircase, watching Sima Hengdao walk upstairs alone.

"Boss?" The waiter looked over, at a loss.

The shopkeeper irritably waved him off. "Go, go, go. Is there no work to do? Hurry up and get busy."

Following the directions from the voice in his heart, Sima Hengdao walked step by step toward the room. Standing outside the door, he surveyed the corridor. There was not even a single guard, which was nothing like Ninth Prince's usual style.

Could he have returned to the imperial capital without an imperial decree?

Unease began to spread through Sima Hengdao's heart. Could something have happened?

He wondered about it, but instinctively assumed that the person inside was Ninth Prince. How would he dare delay? He knocked on the door before entering.

In an instant, the shabby furnishings inside made Sima Hengdao's brow twitch, but he dutifully refrained from looking around too much.

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

"Yes." Sima Hengdao instinctively turned to close it, but suddenly froze.

He abruptly turned his head and saw a strange man sitting at the table. It was not Ninth Prince!

"Who are you?" Sima Hengdao's expression instantly changed, turning cold and ruthless, as though he would kill to silence him the next moment.

His affair with Ninth Prince was his greatest secret. It absolutely could not be exposed.

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

Sima Hengdao's expression changed again. The terrifying aura of a Nirvana Realm expert erupted in an instant. He was about to strike, but this seemingly overwhelming aura that could raise stormy seas abruptly stopped, as though someone had dumped a basin of cold water over it.

The immense will from the Nine Demon Scroll froze Sima Hengdao in midair. Anyone who had signed the Nine Demon Scroll and committed an offense against a superior would inevitably suffer the backlash of its will.

Sima Hengdao's face flushed crimson. Fine cracks appeared across it, as though he were being sliced apart by a thousand blades.

In an instant, this Nirvana Realm expert's heart was rocked by towering waves.

"Sima Hengdao, kneel and admit your mistake. I'll spare your life." Lin Shuguang toyed with the wine cup in his hand and spoke indifferently.

Sima Hengdao's face was bright red.

The angrier he became, the more severe his injuries grew. Moreover, the power from the Nine Demon Scroll had directly suppressed his entire body, leaving him completely unable to reach Lin Shuguang.

He glared at Lin Shuguang with bloodshot eyes.

He was humiliated, furious, and utterly unwilling to submit!

He had intended to rely on Ninth Prince to achieve his own goals, yet an unknown man had suddenly appeared and disrupted everything. How could Sima Hengdao possibly accept this?

At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to kill Lin Shuguang.

Lin Shuguang toyed with his wine cup, his expression calm. Compared to Sima Hengdao, he appeared utterly composed.

After a long while,

"Thump."

Sima Hengdao dropped to both knees.

The dignified Second Elder of the Sima Family, a high-level Nirvana Realm expert, had knelt before an unknown young man. If word got out, it would certainly set off a storm.

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

Lin Shuguang slowly rose and walked over, then planted one foot on Sima Hengdao's face.

That foot not only crushed the last trace of hope in Sima Hengdao's heart, but also shattered his pride and self-respect.

Sima Hengdao's entire body trembled, yet he did not dare make a sound.

Lin Shuguang's expression was cold. If Sima Hengdao were willing to treat him with genuine loyalty like Wang Fugui did, Lin Shuguang would naturally welcome him with open arms. There would have been no need to humiliate this Nirvana Realm expert as he was now.

He looked down indifferently. "From now on, I am the master, and you are the slave. If there's something you shouldn't ask about, even if you want to ask, swallow it back down your throat. You're merely a Nirvana Realm cultivator. If I kill you, then I kill you."

After those words, Sima Hengdao's struggling body instantly went limp. He spoke in grief and indignation. "Yes, Master."

Lin Shuguang removed his foot and walked back to the table without looking back.

Sima Hengdao slowly raised his head and stared sharply at Lin Shuguang's back.

He was an ambitious man, but he was not stupid.

In the end, he closed his eyes and abandoned his struggle.

This man had seized the Nine Demon Scroll from Ninth Prince. His strength was undoubtedly extraordinary... Yet he knew nothing about the karmic entanglements involved.

Who exactly was this man?

Someone from Great Gan?

Or perhaps the Southern Dynasty...

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

Sima Hengdao froze, thinking Lin Shuguang had seen through his thoughts. His heart tightened, and he lowered his head as he replied, "I've dealt with them before. They worship evil gods and have caused constant unrest throughout the Great Gan Dynasty in recent years."

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

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

Lin Shuguang glanced at him. "As many as there are. Capture them all. I have a use for them."

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

Lin Shuguang set down the wine cup and passed in front of Sima Hengdao. In the blink of an eye, he vanished. His sudden disappearance was like that of a god or ghost, and the shock in Sima Hengdao's heart was no less than before.

He staggered and collapsed onto the floor, his eyes vacant.

It's over...

From this day onward, his life no longer belonged to him!