"You should count yourself lucky. For Ye Xishui's sake, your life was spared. If you behave well from now on, it may not be impossible to restore your cultivation in the future." She knew this was already the best outcome for Zhongli Wu.
Even if Zhongli Wu truly professed his willingness to obey, she would not believe him.
Temporarily crippling Zhongli Wu was undoubtedly the safest approach.
As long as he was genuinely willing to submit to Qian Ran, there would certainly be a chance for him to recover in the future.
One only had to look at Xu Sanshi. Simply by having a sweet tongue, he had gained quite a few benefits. Being someone's son was also a way to survive.
Once she took control of the Holy Spirit Cult, Xu Sanshi would essentially be confirmed as its Holy Son. After all, the Holy Spirit Cult could not find any other suitable candidates.
"You won't succeed." Zhongli Wu was already extremely weak, but his eyes were unusually calm and vicious as he looked at Feng Ling.
"Are you still counting on Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui to save you? Wake up. The fact that I've started acting against you means Long Xiaoyao and Ye Xishui have already tacitly agreed. Don't you even have that much sense?" Feng Ling sneered.
"What?"
Zhongli Wu was bewildered.
At that moment, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao appeared.
Neither felt a ripple in their hearts at the sight of Zhongli Wu.
Before Zhongli Wu could think any further, he passed out.
Feng Ling took the Pontiff Token from Zhongli Wu, an excited smile appearing on her face. At last, she had become the Holy Spirit Cult's pontiff. It had happened so quickly. She really had not misjudged him.
As long as she followed Qian