A Palm Shatters Heaven
Chen Ye had considered countless ways to turn the tables, but he had never imagined he could rely on knowledge to change his fate.
The only reason was that Chen Ye had chosen a Rogue Cultivator as his master. Mo Ci did not understand the significance of such things either, so Chen Ye had taken them for ordinary. Now that he thought about it, if the Ksitigarbha Vow Sutra could make the Fenxiang Sect trade for it at any cost, then the scriptures he had memorized could also make the major sects of this world fight until their heads bled.
Though the Nirvana Sect was a demonic sect and had twisted the scriptures, they certainly would not let the original Buddhist scriptures slip away.
Of course, they might also simply rip out Chen Ye's soul. So long as they dared take that risk, there was not a thing Chen Ye could do about it.
So he could only gamble—gamble that they would not dare act recklessly.
Nor should a normal person's first thought be to act recklessly.
Chen Ye was merely a Rogue Cultivator they could manipulate at will. Once they brought him back, they could interrogate him slowly. There was no need to risk destroying part of this treasure.
That would give Chen Ye a chance to negotiate. Perhaps he could even let Su Chunyi regain her freedom.
As long as Su Chunyi could return alive to the Qinghe Sword Sect, the Qinghe Sword Sect would definitely send people to save him. The longer he stalled, the greater his chances of surviving.
This plan seemed risky, yet it was already his best choice.
Now it depended on the attitude of this slovenly monk. Would he negotiate, or forcibly search their souls?!
Chen Ye's heart began