"How could that be? My admiration for the Hundred-Insect Immortal is like the Fallen Star River—surging on without end."
Hu Li spoke with utter sincerity.
"Oh."
Ji Yuan said casually, "What a coincidence. The Hundred-Insect Immortal and I are mortal enemies. Since you admire him so much, you can die."
With that, a flying sword hovered beside Ji Yuan.
Hu Li's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Yet the sword did nothing else. Its tip merely pointed at him. Wasn't Ji Yuan plainly demanding he take a stand?
How could he get away without taking one?
"I... Fine. I was indeed after his inheritance."
The moment Hu Li said it, he wilted.
Ji Yuan gave a cold laugh and put away the flying sword.
How could Ji Yuan fail to see what a Demonic Cultivator like Hu Li was scheming?
"So? Were you hoping he'd take you as his disciple, or were you planning to kill him and take his place?"
Ji Yuan asked with interest.
Now that it was out in the open, Hu Li had no reason to hide it. "At first, I wanted to see whether the Old Devil would take me as his disciple. But after spending some time with him, I found he has a hard time trusting anyone. Becoming his disciple is all but hopeless."
"And it seems to have something to do with a former disciple of his."
"How so?"
Ji Yuan asked curiously.
"Not long ago, I met a fellow cultivator here in Peony City who'd also come from Shangxi. She told me the Hundred-Insect Immortal once took a disciple and treated him extremely well."
"Who would've thought that disciple was after his inheritance too? The Hundred-Insect Immortal fell to that disciple's treachery. That's why his cultivation stagnated,