Di Jun returned to the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace feeling utterly at ease. He had concealed his aura so thoroughly that anyone looking at him would still take him for a mere One-Corpse Quasi-Sage.
He passed through the cultivators seated in meditation and walked straight up to Kunpeng.
"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng," Di Jun said, cupping his hands in greeting.
"Have you given any thought to what we discussed earlier?"
Kunpeng looked up at him, hesitation in his eyes. After a brief silence, he said slowly, "This is a matter of great importance. I need more time to consider it."
Di Jun nodded, showing no impatience, and continued:
"If you agree, the position of Demon Master will be yours once the Heavenly Court is established. With fortune blessing you, you will go much further. I also hear you have been developing a writing system recently. I can help you succeed."
Kunpeng's pupils contracted sharply, shock spreading across his face. "You can help me?"
He had never told any outsider about his research into Demon Script. How had Di Jun found out?
As the two spoke, an arrogant voice cut in.
"You had best think this through, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng." Taiyi approached at a leisurely pace, his gaze sweeping over Di Jun with undisguised contempt.
"Di Jun crippled his own cultivation to switch to Three Corpses Severance. Now he is nothing but a paltry One-Corpse Quasi-Sage. What future could he offer you? I am a Primordial Origin Golden Immortal. Follow me, and your future achievements will know no bounds."
Di Jun's gaze chilled slightly, but he quickly concealed it. Inwardly, he sneered again and again.
Why waste his breath arguing with someone doomed to die?
His expression unchanged, Di Jun cupped his hands toward Kunpeng. "Give it some careful