The more Zhao Ji spoke, the more excited he became. His features scrunched together, making him look particularly hideous.
"Go spread the word. Tell them the Yang Clan gives all the best resources to its own people, and that Mortals are only going to their deaths even if they get into the Academy."
"I want them to hate!"
"To hate the Yang Clan, hate Zhou Xuan, hate this world!"
"Once Resentful Qi takes root in their hearts, our chance will come."
"Did you hear me?"
All five trembled. Knowing they had no way back, they could only answer in unison.
"Understood!"
Zhao Ji waved a hand and watched the five change into ragged clothes and slip out of the Secret Chamber like rats.
He turned around, watching the candle flames flicker against the wall, and stretched his mouth into an exaggerated grin.
Zhou Xuan, don't you want to be the savior?
Let's see whether that divine statue of yours can still stand once all your believers turn into vengeful ghosts!
The Star Gazing Platform at the City Lord's Mansion, Jade Dragon City.
The night breeze swept past with a faint whistling sound.
Sitting cross-legged before the star chart, Ye Changqing slowly opened his eyes.
He exhaled a long breath of stale air and gave an enormous stretch.
His bones crackled and popped.
"That feels good."
He rubbed his aching neck and looked down at his hands.
The black demonic markings that had once coiled around his wrists had completely faded.
In their place was a faint layer of Metal light, threaded with a trace of dark red.
The Metal light was Buddhist radiance; the dark red was demonic qi.
These two utterly different powers had actually fused perfectly within his body, forming an entirely new cycle.
After Two-Region Fusion,