Su Qingshan stared at the empty pit, his face livid, and finally could not hold back any longer.
"Chen Shan, this black bottle belongs to the Su Clan. It is the source of the Azure Spirit Divine Tree, the foundation of my Su Clan for tens of thousands of years!"
His voice suppressed with fury, he enunciated each word: "You swore an oath not to betray the Su Clan, not to take anything belonging to the Su Clan. If you take it away, you will be harming the Su Clan—you will be betraying the Heavenly Dao! Have you forgotten the oath you swore before our ancestor's divine statue?"
Chen Changming frowned, and the movement of his hand paused slightly.
This truly was a problem.
Back in the Transmission Hall, he had indeed sworn before the divine statue of the Su Clan's ancestor—to never betray the Su Clan for the rest of his life, never divulge the Azure Spirit Body-Healing Art, and never take anything belonging to the Su Clan.
It was an oath witnessed by the Heavenly Dao. Once violated, it would bring punishment from the Heavenly Dao of the Spirit Realm.
At best, his cultivation would stagnate. At worst, heavenly lightning would strike him down.
"You are bound by a contract. If you forcibly take this bottle away, the Heavenly Dao will surely punish you."
Seeing the slight change in Chen Changming's expression, a flicker of hope arose in Su Qingshan's heart. He continued, "As long as you leave the black bottle behind, I can pretend none of this ever happened. You will remain an outer disciple of the Su Clan, and I will continue to provide you with cultivation resources. I can even make you the Su Clan's deputy patriarch—second only to one, above ten thousand."
"Patriarch."
Chen