Wen Chengyu, Who Got Screwed Over

At this moment.

Zheng Wu leaped like a carp vaulting the Dragon Gate.

And the Sansheng Gate members who had followed Zheng Wu had long since learned the secrets of this island.

Every last one of them had become true-believers after tasting the real thing.

However.

Just as Zheng Wu's aura erupted, not far from him.

Zhao Qi, beaten until his face was swollen and his ears puffed out, lay inside a pigsty.

He was now in charge of the island's only two pigs.

Though his heart brimmed with unwillingness and hatred, and he constantly wanted to escape, he had also grown much smarter. He knew that with his cultivation, there was no way he could escape this damned place.

So he had remained hidden in the pigsty, tending pigs in peace as he waited for his next chance to flee.

At that moment, the filthy and bedraggled Zhao Qi suddenly sat up in the pigsty and looked toward the sky.

His expression shifted from uncertain suspicion to wild delight.

His entire body could not stop trembling.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Ancestor! It's the Ancestor's aura, hahaha!"

"I knew it! Sansheng Gate would never abandon me. I truly am the Ancestor's most beloved disciple, and Sansheng Gate's most outstanding disciple."

"The Ancestor must have come to save me!"

Zhao Qi spat out a mouthful of pig bristles and threw back his head in mad laughter.

"Zhao Qi, Zhao Qi, you truly are a man destined for great things. You have endured hardship and lain low for so many days, and at last, you have waited for your chance to turn things around."

"If the Ancestor learns of the grievances I've suffered during this time, he will surely fly into a towering rage and avenge me."

"Especially that damned skeleton and that stinking feces-carrier.