"Insolent brat!" Heavenly Hatred True Lord flew into a rage, his withered face flushing crimson as he raised the White Bone Cane to strike.
"Master!" Changqingzi jumped in alarm and hurried to block his path. "Please stop being so stubborn! Look at the state you're in. Your vitality is depleted, and your true essence has run dry. Without spiritual energy to replenish it, you'll be dead within a year!"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord froze, then fell silent.
Changqingzi was telling the plain truth. Even maintaining his early Core Formation cultivation was now an immense struggle.
"The Boss has resources, formations, and spiritual energy!" Changqingzi pleaded earnestly. "Just say the word, join our Chen Family Village, and work for him. I guarantee that even a few scraps from his fingers would be enough to restore you to the peak of Nascent Soul!"
Heavenly Hatred True Lord understood.
They wanted him to become someone's dog, too.
He, the mighty Heavenly Hatred True Lord, a towering figure of the Demonic Path a thousand years ago whose very name had terrified the leaders of the Righteous Path, was supposed to serve as muscle for a junior in the False Core Realm?
"Outrageous!" Heavenly Hatred True Lord slammed his cane into the ground, sending waves of air rolling outward and making Changqingzi's Daoist robe snap in the wind.
His scrawny chest heaved as he pointed at Changqingzi's nose and cursed. "You wretch who betrays his master and dishonors his lineage! You're willing to be someone's dog, and now you want to drag me into it?"
"Even when the Seven Nascent Soul Cultivators surrounded me and sealed me beneath the lake for a thousand years, I never bowed my head!"
"You want me to acknowledge a junior in the False Core Realm as my master? Absurd!