If You Can't Grasp the Gap in Strength, You Won't Have Even a One-in-Ten-Thousand Chance of Winning!

When a person had a weak spot, they had their greatest weakness. The meaning of attachment was that there was still something in this world worth protecting with one's life.

Zhou Zheng was like that. He had two younger sisters who had depended on each other with him since childhood. Not only did their appearances and personalities mirror those of the sister he had cherished most before crossing over, even their experiences were so alike.

On top of that, he had inherited the original owner's memories and emotions. With those two layers superimposed, the affection he held for his two sisters was plain for all to see—he valued them even more than himself.

The reason he had agreed to serve as a white glove for those people above him was so his two sisters could have better futures.

And in truth, he had done it. He had protected his sisters well, maneuvering them into Saintess Peak, one of the best divisions of the Sacred Void Sect. He had also secretly funneled them vast resources, allowing them to become core disciples with a smooth road ahead.

But unfortunately, now that the scandal had come to light, this white glove had become a discarded pawn. To ensure his two sisters received the care of those big shots, he could only shoulder everything himself.

Was he helpless?

He was utterly helpless!

From the moment he had reached out his hand, he had foreseen that such a day would come.

But there was no helping it. An arm could not twist a thigh. If he refused to obey, they could naturally replace him with someone obedient!

The question now was whether he could bear it.

If he could not bear it, the big shots above could naturally make him bear it!

Now the forged chain of evidence was complete. He had been branded an undercover agent from a rival sect, while all the vast resources he had embezzled were taken over by the other side.

Was that reasonable?

It was not!

But it could only be reasonable!

So long as Zhou Zheng admitted it, no matter how furious the Sect Master was, he could only pinch his nose and accept it.

At this point, someone might ask: why not use the simplest method, something like soul-searching?

Don't be ridiculous. Long before the incident, restrictions had been planted in Zhou Zheng's Primordial Spirit. If they dared search it, it would dare explode. Then there would truly be no evidence left, dead men telling no tales!

But unfortunately, all of that rested on the premise that Zhou Zheng was not a transmigrator and had not joined the chat group.

The current Zhou Zheng was not panicking in the slightest. If anything, he even wanted to laugh.

His greatest backer before had been nothing more than a Spirit Transformation stage Vice Sect Master. Not only was the bastard unreliable, he had even tripped himself up.

But his backer now... was the invincible Great Group Leader beneath all heaven and throughout the human world, one who had crossed the Tribulation Transcendence many times without dying—the strongest and kindest expert of the Tribulation Transcendence stage!

If you can't grasp the gap in strength, you won't have even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning. Prepare to receive my iron fist of justice!

Very soon.

Zhou Zheng was brought to the Sacred Void Great Hall.

Thinking about it was laughable. This was his first time setting foot in the sect's supreme holy hall. Unfortunately, he had not entered openly and honorably, but as an insider spy for an enemy force.

"Zhou Zheng, do you admit your guilt!"

A dignified shout rang out from the high hall. Sikong Xuan, the current Sect Master of the Sacred Void Sect, looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Speak! Didn't you hear the Sect Master questioning you?!"

Gong Zheng, the Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall seated to the side, immediately followed up. His honest-looking face was filled with unyielding righteousness, as though he could not coexist under the same sky as evil.

Zhou Zheng's lips crooked upward. Then, expressionless and unmoved, he stepped forward.

"I do not know how a mere Foundation Establishment eighth layer deacon managed to swallow vast resources beneath the watchful eyes of Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and even Spirit Transformation cultivators!"

Qian Wuduo, Vice Hall Master of the Hall of Artifacts, changed expression and shouted in a deep voice, "Zhou Zheng! Within one month, you broke through from Foundation Establishment eighth layer to Golden Core third rotation, and the cultivation technique you practiced was not of the Sacred Void Sect either. The evidence is conclusive, yet you still wish to quibble and slander us?!"

"Silence!" Sect Master Sikong Xuan shouted deeply. His powerful aura suppressed the entire hall as he said coldly, "Zhou Zheng, continue. Think carefully before you speak!"

Zhou Zheng remained fearless as he continued forward.

"I also do not know whether Sect Master, you are pretending to be muddleheaded despite knowing full well, or whether you fear the truth is too cruel and would shake the sect's foundations!"

"I know even less how the Law Enforcement Hall, long famed for its fairness, colluded to coordinate testimony, branded me a spy of the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land with fabricated charges, and produced a series of so-called evidence I had never even heard of!"

At those words, Gong Zheng, Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, could no longer sit still. His gaze sharpened as he said coldly, "Are you accusing me of lax law enforcement? Then today, before the Sect Master, we shall investigate this matter to the bottom and drag down every person connected to you!"

Facing that naked threat, Zhou Zheng remained completely unmoved. He even laughed aloud.

"Ha ha ha, this place is rotten from top to bottom. It looks so bright and splendid on the surface, but its roots are full of corruption and filth!"

"You dare threaten me? Are you worthy?"

"Gong Zheng, Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, takes twenty percent of the profits, which are then laundered through Sima Tianming, Elder of the External Affairs Hall..."

"Shut up!" Gong Zheng, Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall, abruptly rose to his feet and declared righteously, "All my life, I have acted openly and honorably. How can I allow a spy with conclusive evidence against him to slander me?"

"I say you are at death's door and biting wildly in an attempt to sow discord among us high-ranking officials!"

"Wise Sect Master, I request this scoundrel be executed!"

Gong Zheng took the lead. Qian Wuduo, Vice Hall Master of the Hall of Artifacts, Sima Tianming, Elder of the External Affairs Hall, and the many senior officials observing from the sidelines all followed suit.

"Wise Sect Master, execute this scoundrel!"

"Wise Sect Master, execute this scoundrel!"

"..."

Sikong Xuan, Sect Master of the Sacred Void Sect, closed his eyes in pain.

With matters having reached this point, the truth no longer mattered.

For the sake of the sect's stability, he could not possibly purge every senior official implicated in this.

He had originally wanted to catch a big fish and kill the chicken to scare the monkeys. Who would have thought that this community of shared interests was so solid that they had only pushed out a little shrimp with no backing to take the blame?

This newly appointed Sect Master was destined to lose all authority. He had launched such a massive corruption case, only for a deacon of humble origins to die in the end. What could be more laughable than that?

Zhou Zheng, don't blame me. If you must blame someone, blame yourself for having no background.

Having made up his mind, Sikong Xuan weakly raised his hand. "Then let this end here. Close the case. The execution of the Heavenly Origin Sacred Land spy... Zhou Zheng, is approved!"

The moment his words fell.

A burst of wild laughter tinged with sorrow rang through the Sacred Void Great Hall.

"Ha ha ha!!!"

"You want to kill me? It won't be that easy!"

Zhou Zheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking down upon the entire hall. There was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only calm contempt for all things.

Just as the Sect Master had delivered the final verdict, the chat group immediately detected that he was facing a life-or-death crisis, and a request-for-help mission was triggered in an instant!

Ding! It has been detected that you are suffering a life-or-death crisis that cannot be resolved through your own strength.

A request-for-help mission has been generated: Group member 'A Sword Immortal with Clean Sleeves' is in peril due to involvement in a major sect corruption case. Capable group members, please render assistance.

Mission Combat Power requirement: Fifty Million or above.

Mission reward: 80 million points, 30 million group experience.

The Group Leader has accepted the mission and is expected to arrive at the scene in thirty seconds.

Listen to that—what a delightful sound.

The strongest person present, the Integration stage Sect Master, only had a little over ten million Combat Power. The Grand Elder cultivating in seclusion within the forbidden grounds had an unknown level of strength, but judging by the mission Combat Power requirement, at most he would not exceed Fifty Million Combat Power!

And what about my most beloved Great Group Leader?

A full 1.8 billion Combat Power!

You all think this Zhou has no backing, right?

Ha ha ha!

Like I said, if you can't grasp the gap in strength, you won't have even a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning!

If a road could not be walked through, then open it with your fists!

From this day onward, I would no longer allow anyone to raise their voice at me!