What Do You Say?

"As you wish. Kill him..."

Di Xin agreed with an easygoing air, as if they were discussing not a human life, but a cat or a dog.

Wen Zhong: "..."

He had already thought of how to respond.

If the Great King asked why he wanted You Hun dead, he would list the minister's many crimes, one by one, and lay out the solid evidence proving why that sycophant had to die.

But the Great King's reaction... Wasn't it a little too hasty?

Wen Zhong felt as if he had thrown a punch after winding up with all his might, only for it to hit empty air.

He couldn't find a target.

"Great King, aren't you going to ask why I want him dead?"

For some reason, Wen Zhong found himself asking that question.

Di Xin looked at Wen Zhong, his gaze clear and his tone utterly innocent. "Grand Tutor, since I've agreed, I'll follow through no matter what it is. You've been devoting yourself to teaching me how to cultivate. How could I go back on my word?"

Wen Zhong nearly spat up a mouthful of blood.

Things were going according to his fondest hopes, but Great King, could you please stop treating human life so carelessly?

"Great King, the main reason I want to kill You Hun is..."

Di Xin hadn't asked him, but Wen Zhong began explaining anyway.

Who knew that Di Xin would simply wave a hand? "Grand Tutor, don't say any more. It's settled."

Wen Zhong: "...All right. The Great King is wise!"

He bowed to Di Xin, then left the Ancestral Temple.

"Alas... The Great King is truly this benighted!"

Outside the Ancestral Temple, Wen Zhong let out a long sigh. He even suspected that if he asked the Great King to destroy some feudal state, Di Xin would agree without a second thought.

That was definitely not a good thing.

"Grand Tutor..."

Just then, Di Xin walked out of the Ancestral Temple. "You must have come here for a reason, so late at night?"

"Oh... Right..."

Only then did Wen Zhong remember that he had come for a reason. With a gesture, he produced a jade bottle and a jade jar.

"Great King, this is a Spirit Pill. It can help you cultivate your vital energy."

First, he handed the jade bottle to Di Xin.

"A Spirit Pill? Grand Tutor, where did you get it?"

Di Xin was taken aback. He truly hadn't expected Wen Zhong to bring him a Spirit Pill of his own accord. And Spirit Pills were so precious—how had Wen Zhong managed to get one in such a short time?

Wen Zhong replied, "Just take it without worry, Great King. You needn't ask where it came from."

"Very well. I already agreed to do you this favor, so I'll do as you say." Di Xin once again readily went along with him and asked no further questions.

Wen Zhong: "..."

He had the disorienting feeling that the Great King had lost all capacity for independent thought.

"Great King, I'd like to ask you to consider the reasons behind things. Don't simply do whatever others tell you to do, or blindly follow the crowd. You need to have your own opinions and ideas."

Di Xin tilted his head and looked at Wen Zhong. "Why?"

Wen Zhong nearly choked on his own spit. He felt that the Great King had thoroughly defeated him.

"Great King, aside from tasting good, the tea in that jade jar is also beneficial to your health and cultivation. And as for killing You Hun, you can't just order his execution on a whim. The people of the realm must be convinced, and there's no need to rush."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Di Xin, then drifted away.

Only after Wen Zhong had vanished completely into the night did Di Xin smile faintly and return to his room.

He set the jade jar of Spiritual Tea aside and opened the little jade bottle, tipping out a white pill.

He held it in his hand and examined it closely. The surface of the Spirit Pill was fairly smooth, but it lacked the crystal-clear sheen of the pills rewarded by the system. The spiritual energy radiating from it was also far weaker than that of the system's pills.

Even its fragrance couldn't compare. The system's pills had an aroma that left him intoxicated in body and mind.

Di Xin was no longer completely clueless about cultivation. After sensing vital energy over the past few days and carefully reading the Immortal Yuan Records, he had become a clueless novice with at least some cultivation knowledge.

He could immediately compare the strengths and weaknesses of the two Spirit Pills.

[Option One: Take this Spirit Pill. Quest reward: Immortal Beast Azure Ox.]

[Option Two: Do not take this Spirit Pill. Quest reward: A pair of top-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasures, Wind Fire Wheels.]

Just as Di Xin was examining the pill, two options suddenly appeared before his eyes again.

When he saw the text appear, Di Xin's heart stirred. Sure enough, he had to stir up trouble to get a chance at a reward.

But when he saw the second option, he couldn't help thinking, MMP.

The first option went without saying. He absolutely wouldn't choose it. Whether it was an ox, a white ox, or a black ox, it had nothing to do with him.

But the second option—was the system seriously screwing him over this badly?

Who didn't know about the Wind Fire Wheels?

Back in the era he came from, every child old enough to open their eyes knew what the Wind Fire Wheels were.

They belonged to Nezha!

His master, True Person Taiyi, had given them to him.

Maybe they were still with True Person Taiyi, and he hadn't given them away yet.

But the system had already stolen a Universe Ring from True Person Taiyi. Now the quest reward was the Wind Fire Wheels.

This was the first time something like this had happened.

Previously, when it stole from Zhao Gongming, Lady Yunxiao, and Lady Bixiao, the system had at least shown some restraint. Though the three were fellow disciples, it had only stolen from each of them once.

Now it was going to steal from True Person Taiyi twice.

This could get out of hand. How many times could you fleece the same sheep?

There were only two possible outcomes for this pill: take it or don't take it.

What would happen if he took it?

The Human Sect's leader, Laozi, would find his Azure Ox inside Di Xin's system space, then fly into a rage and come looking for him in Chaoge.

Whether Laozi could find him was one thing. The real question was, why was the system telling him not to take the pill?

Was something wrong with it? Had someone tampered with it? Or would taking it now somehow do him no good?

Judging by its quality, it was indeed far inferior to the pills rewarded by the system.

In truth, Di Xin had known what to choose from the start. There was only one road over Mount Hua, after all. He just really wanted to gripe about the system's lousy options.

He could think about it day and night, and there would still be only one choice.

After finishing his examination of the pill, he looked at the tea leaves in the jade jar. They were indeed good tea. Di Xin knew quality when he saw it, but unfortunately, he didn't like tea. He only liked wine.

After a moment's thought, he took the Spirit Pill out of the jade bottle, put it into another bottle, and sent it into his system space.

Let it keep Sky-Howling Dog company!

But he left the empty pill bottle, along with the jar of Spiritual Tea, on the table.

The smallest details could decide success or failure. He didn't want to leave anyone the slightest clue.

After checking the doors and windows again, Di Xin took out a Spirit Pill he had received from the system.

He now had three system-rewarded Spirit Pills left: one that could replace five years of cultivation and two that could replace ten years each. Together, they amounted to twenty-five years of cultivation. At last, he could use Wen Zhong's gift as an excuse to take one today.

The one he took out first was worth five years of cultivation. Without much hesitation, he opened his mouth and swallowed it.