Not Bros, What Kind of Demonic Cultivator Do You Think I Am?

The Golden Dragon and the remaining Divine Phoenix, seeing that the leaders of both their own and the opposing camps had conceded, no longer dared to maintain even a shred of their Primordial Unity Golden Immortal arrogance.

They transformed into human forms one after another and descended to the ground.

Standing side-by-side with the burly man in golden armor, they bowed tremblingly, not even daring to draw a full breath.

Only a moment ago, they were mortal enemies fighting to the death over the fate of their races.

Yet, in the face of Lu Changsheng, a walking, talking weapon of mass destruction, they reached an unprecedented consensus: survival was the priority!

Meanwhile.

Lu Changsheng, who was focused on stitching the Earth Vein back together, heard the three Primordial Unity Golden Immortals address him as "Senior."

His hands paused for a fraction of a second, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward.

"Awesome!"

"Is this the joy of using a tiger's skin as a banner?"

"No wonder the protagonists in the novels of my past life loved to act tough. This feeling of scaring experts a whole realm above me into total submission is truly addictive."

However, he knew that when pretending to be an expert, the greatest taboo was getting carried away. Words spoken in excess lead to mistakes; he had to maintain that unfathomable distance, viewing all living beings as mere ants.

Lu Changsheng did not look up.

He remained focused on manipulating the golden thread of Great Dao Merit, seamlessly connecting the final segment of the shattered Earth Vein laws.

"Hum—"

As the Earth Vein reconnected, a rift tore open in the firmament once more. A mass of Heavenly Dao Merit in the form of Mysterious Yellow Qi, even denser than before, drifted down slowly and merged into Lu Changsheng's body.

Seeing this, the eyes of the three Primordial Unity Golden Immortals standing a thousand feet away nearly popped out of their sockets.

Heavenly Dao Merit!

And it was merit bestowed personally by the Heavenly Dao!

During the Tribulation of Measure, the world was filled with killing intent; trying to obtain even a sliver of merit was harder than ascending to heaven.

Yet, this unfathomable Senior before them had merely played with some mud and stitched up an ordinary, miniature Earth Vein, and the Heavenly Dao had actually rushed to deliver such a massive amount of merit?

"Just... what is this Senior's origin?"

"Even the Heavenly Dao favors him so much that it bestows merit for a trivial task like repairing an Earth Vein. Could he... could he be one of the legendary innate Gods and Devils who embody the rules of heaven and earth?"

The three mighty beings exchanged glances, seeing extreme shock in each other's eyes.

In their view, Lu Changsheng's ability to ignore the karma of the Tribulation of Measure and effortlessly earn Heavenly Dao Merit was even more terrifying than the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning from moments ago.

"The Earth Vein is finally repaired."

Lu Changsheng withdrew his hands and brushed the non-existent dirt from his palms.

He turned around, his deep gaze sweeping slowly over the three Primordial Unity Golden Immortals who remained in their bowing postures.

"You are all innate beings; cultivation is not easy."

Lu Changsheng's voice was calm and indifferent, carrying a sense of detachment that had seen through the vicissitudes of life.

"This Tribulation of Measure is inherently a part of the Heavenly Dao's operation. Karma cycles, and karmic debt entangles; no one can escape it."

"How you slaughter each other elsewhere, or how many immortal mountains and blessed lands you shatter, is none of my concern, nor do I care to manage it."

Having said this, Lu Changsheng paused slightly.

The clear light of the Mysterious Yellow Shield flowed faintly over him, radiating a heavy, mountain-like pressure.

"However, since I am repairing the road here today."

"Then this ten-thousand-mile radius is my dojo."

"Before I finish repairing this Earth Vein, if anyone dares to release even a shred of magic power here or destroy an inch of this land..."

Lu Changsheng looked up at the sky. Although the Eye of Heavenly Punishment had faded, its world-destroying residual power still lingered in the void.

"Then you can explain it to the Heavenly Dao yourselves."

These words were spoken with extreme arrogance, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.

Under normal circumstances, if a True Immortal dared to speak to Primordial Unity Golden Immortals this way, they would have been crushed into meat paste long ago.

But now, with the Divine Phoenix's fate serving as a warning, Lu Changsheng's naked threat sounded to the three mighty beings like the most merciful act of leniency.

"We will take your teachings to heart, Senior!"

Led by the man in golden armor, the three knelt on one knee in unison and performed a deep bow.

"We dare not disturb your cultivation again, Senior. We shall withdraw at once and will not step even half a step into this ten-thousand-mile radius!"

With that, the three acted as if they had been granted a reprieve.

They didn't even dare to use their full speed for their Escape Light, fearing that the fluctuations of their magic power might cause the Earth Vein to tremble.

They dared only to skim the ground, transforming into three faint streaks of light as they slunk away from the ruins they now regarded as a forbidden zone.

Watching those three arrogant powerhouses vanish beyond the horizon.

Lu Changsheng stood his ground, waiting for a full incense stick's time to ensure they had truly fled and were not lurking in the shadows to spy on him.

"Whew—"

He let out a long breath, his spine, which had been as straight as a pine, instantly slumping.

That was too intense. This act of posturing is truly not for the average person; it's even more mentally draining than fighting four Mystic Immortals to the death.

Lu Changsheng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, feeling his entire body go weak.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Because with the danger resolved, it was now time for the harvest!

Lu Changsheng turned his head, his eyes glowing with a golden light as he stared fixedly at a spot less than fifty feet away.

There, inside the massive crater that had been smashed into the earth.

The Golden Dragon, a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal level entity on the verge of death, lay gasping for breath upon the scorched ground.

This Golden Dragon had just taken a direct hit from the Divine Phoenix; most of its body had been charred by the Southern Bright Separation Fire, its dragon scales peeled away, and its tendons and bones shattered.

The Primordial Unity Golden Immortal essence, once vast as the sea, had now dissipated to the extreme, flickering like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

It no longer even had the strength to take human form, struggling to breathe, with every inhalation accompanied by a surge of dragon blood pouring from its maw.

It had witnessed the entire process of Lu Changsheng scaring off the three Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.

Now, seeing Lu Changsheng's eyes, which shimmered with greedy golden light, fixed upon it, an indescribable despair welled up in the Golden Dragon's heart.

"Sen... Senior..."

The Golden Dragon let out a weak, mournful cry, its voice as raspy as two rough stones grinding together.

"This junior knows my time has come... but I beg for your mercy, Senior. Please do not extract my soul or refine my spirit... This junior is willing to offer all my personal treasures, if only you would allow my true spirit to reincarnate..."

In the Primordial Land, falling in battle was a common occurrence.

But for these powerhouses, the most terrifying thing was not death, but having one's Primordial Spirit extracted after death to be refined day and night, never to be reborn.

The Golden Dragon knew it could not survive, hoping only to trade the savings of its entire life for a chance at reincarnation and cultivation once more.

Hearing the Golden Dragon's plea.

The look of greed on Lu Changsheng's face instantly vanished, replaced by an expression of compassion and mercy.

He walked to the edge of the crater, looking down from above at the wretched Golden Dragon.

Extracting souls and refining spirits?

What a joke!

Such demonic acts that damaged one's virtue and invited karmic retribution—how could someone like him, a practitioner of the Dao of Cowardice, ever touch such things?

What he wanted was clean, legitimate income!