You're Not So Honest Yourself

You're Not So Honest Yourself

After sending that message, Shao Lingyun, the leader of the demonic cultivator organization—the Opera Troupe—idly played with five copper coins as he patiently waited for the other party's reply.

Business had been rough lately. Especially after they had been hired to cause trouble for Chen Yu, only for three Foundation Establishment experts to run into Zhao Ziri and flee without daring to utter a word. It had badly damaged their reputation in the gray-market industry.

But they could not be entirely blamed for that.

Unlike orthodox Foundation Establishment cultivators, all of them had relied on Mystic Objects to reach Foundation Establishment, which meant they could not show their faces. Once discovered, the Mystic Objects inside them would be dug out, and they would be fined.

If they did not have enough money to pay the fine, they could only enter the Human Emperor Banner and work there for several centuries. By the end, they would be worn smooth with age and still paying off their debts—which only grew larger the more they paid.

Even death was troublesome, since it was hard to find Yellow Springs Star Lord to revive them. If they entered reincarnation instead, their Morality would be deducted because they had absorbed Mystic Objects, making their next lives even more miserable.

Thus, they could only spend several times more to have the Heavenly Demon Sect revive their comrades. Even then, there might be lingering side effects after revival. Their own Mystic Objects might mutate as well. In short, it was utterly miserable.

Yet even so, if they had another chance, they would still choose to use Mystic Objects to reach Foundation Establishment.

After all, there was no way they could reach Foundation Establishment through normal methods. Not in this lifetime. They could only