Master, This Poor Disciple Died Again Today

Chapter 684: Resentment Reason

Hey, does anyone have a channel to First?

He went completely silent. Ive lost all contact.

Oh shit. Not again.

I mean, its not an actual Immortal this time, right? Right?

Still, its not a good sign

Staring up at Jizhi Zhimei, the other clones jabbering in his ear, Sectgoer swallowed, gazing up at the beautiful woman before him. He backed away a step and bowed, trembling with every inch of his body. Aapologies, Senior!

So you are stealing my water, for the second time, might I add, Jizhi Zhimei murmured, her voice calm, and yet all the more frightening for its quietude.

Hui trembled. Ah, that is, its its, er, doesdoes Senior know about Tseng Caihongs nasty habit?

Were talking about you, not her, Jizhi Zhimei purred, stepping forward.

Hui took another step back. That, that may be so, butbut the resentment demons! Shes the one causing them. Tseng Caihong!

And? Jizhi Zhimei asked.

Oh. Uh, yeah. I guess the resentment demons arent really a problem to ninth-stage cultivators. Hui twisted his lips, thinking. What would Jizhi Zhimei actually care about? What can I actually tell her to get her to take this seriously?

Tseng Caihong is a legitimate threat to the stability of the cultivation world. Jizhi Zhimei might care about that. She didnt seem like the sort of mad world-destroying personality who wouldnt care. No shes just a responsible, upright Tier Master, who happens to lead the assassin tier

Why am I trying to recruit her, again?

Wait, hold on. Obviously, its because the alternative is fighting her. I dont need to fight a ninth-stage and a Wandering Immortal at the same time!

Hui cleared his throat. He bowed to Jizhi Zhimei. Senior, please listen for a moment. Tseng Caihong has been oppressing you and your sect for years, no? Forcing you to be a tier, instead of a proper sect?

Jizhi Zhimei paused. She waited, arching a brow.

Ive grasped her critical weakness. I know how shes been remaining on this mortal realm, despite having the power of a Wandering Immortal. Surely this interests Senior? Hui asked, tiling his head.

Continue, Jizhi Zhimei murmured, her gaze sharpening.

Hui nodded hurriedly. He cautiously stepped forward. Senior, Tseng Caihong is stealing the the everything from mortals, cultivators, and beasts. Their karma, their future, their potential, their everything. The resentment demons are the scraps left behind.

Senior, I can defeat Tseng Caihong. All we need to do, is get her alone. He licked his lips, then looked up at Jizhi Zhimei, clasping his hands together. Senior, if youll help me we can destroy Tseng Caihong once and more all. I can free you from her iron grasp.

And what if I like the power afforded by being a member of Eight Tiers Palace? Jizhi Zhimei asked, arcing a brow.

Then I suppose I have nothing to offer you, Hui said, bowing again.

Jizhi Zhimei snorted. How blunt.

Ah, Senior, you understand I dont have much time, no? I cannot afford to mince words.

She raked her eyes over him. Her gaze burned through him.

Hui met her eyes, gazing up at her. I cant afford to show fear right now. I can defeat Tseng Caihong or, well, not defeat her outright, but I can beat her. Its simply true. I need to convince Jizhi Zhimei of it, though, if Im going to prepare the stage.

Or, rather, itll make it easier. Much easier. And Im not in the business of making things harder for myself.

Jizhi Zhimei sighed. She shook her head. Youre fortunate you grew into a handsome man.

Ah yes, Hui said, uncertain. Is that a yes?

Her eyes flashed. In an instant, she crossed to where he stood. Fingernails tickled Huis jugular. If you fail to take down Tseng Caihong

Hui gently moved her fingers away. He laughed lightly. Senior need not threaten. This small cultivator will be long dead in that case.

She snorted. I suppose thats true.

Then, shall we? Hui smiled at Jizhi Zhimei and went to walk away.

She gave him a look. My pond?

Ah! Ah. Seniors pond. How could I forget? Hui chuckled half to himself. Dammit. Almost got away with it. He waved his hand, cutting off the teleportation portal deep in the depths of Jizhi Zhimeis pond.

Jizhi Zhimei gave him one last stern look, then snapped her fingers. Voice!

Yes, Tier Master? Voice asked, stepping out from behind a pillar.

Jizhi Zhimei whispered a few words under her breath. Silver coiled around the Voices ears. A moment later, the Voices eyes snapped open wide. She looked at Jizhi Zhimei, shocked. We are?

Jizhi Zhimei nodded.

Are you sure? Voice asked.

Jizhi Zhimeis eyes shone with violence.

Voice cowered back. Apologies, Tier Master. I should never question you. She rushed off, vanishing from the pond.

Jizhi Zhimei nodded at Hui. She will summon our allies. We fight with you.

Hui bowed. Many thanks, Senior.

I trust youve summoned the Southern Sect Conferences armies? she queried.

Hui cleared his throat. He looked aside. Er, small cultivator may have done something like that

She snorted. I certainly hope you have. Those of us below my tier were skeptical of Tseng Caihong. Those above my tier, she relatively trusts, and in return, they bought in to her vision. They will see us as traitors, not as independent sects reasserting ourselves. I may be able to coerce Hao Jianke that is, the Sixth Tiers Tier Master, into joining us, but it is unlikely. Prepare to face a bitter battle.

Yes. Hui nodded.

Then, let us go. Turning, she swept toward the door.

Hui cast a glance at her pond. I mean, she isnt using it. I might as well

Jizhi Zhimei cleared her throat, glaring at him from the doorway.

Coming! Hui scurried over to her, leaving the pond behind. Ah, its too bad. Oh well. In the end, allying with her is worth far more than her pondwater is. I took enough of it. It ought to be fine.

Pity I couldnt take it all, though.

He hesitated just a moment, his palms itching. Catching Jizhi Zhimeis wary look, though, he decided against creating a lotus seed, and hurried after her again. Yeah nows not the time.

Theres always the future, though!