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Ye Chuanze was a hedonist before his transmigration, which meant that most of his life was spent struggling with academic and career pursuits. This also meant that he knew very little about the gods and emperors from mythological epics. He knew who Hongjun was, who the Three Pure Ones were, and who Fuxi and Nüwa were, but… he had no idea who Rahul was, which destined him for a miserable future. It was all Sword Three's fault!
Ye Chuanze had a somewhat sinister and cruel nature, holding grudges and being petty. Since arriving in the Primordial realm, he had always viewed himself as an immortal. Although he had not yet taken on human form, this did not hinder his self-perception. What he hated most was when others had designs on him; all immortals who wanted to take him as a treasure were his enemies!
Unfortunately, Rahul not only wanted to take Ye Chuanze as a treasure but also acted on it—and succeeded! Ye Chuanze's favorability towards Rahul plummeted to -1,000,000, triggering his vendetta mode.
No matter how much hatred Ye Chuanze felt towards Rahul, no matter how much he wanted to kill him and dismember him, the undeniable fact remained that he could not defeat Rahul. The so-called Demon Ancestor, Rahul, had combat power that was off the charts and was nearly unmatched in the Primordial realm. Thus, Ye Chuanze could only endure, suppressing his surging murderous intent while obediently allowing himself to be ridden by Rahul. Yes, ridden.
The Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus, a supreme innate spiritual treasure that combined offense and defense. It could serve as both an attacking treasure and a mount. When used as a mount, it even came with an invincible defensive barrier! For this, Rahul felt quite satisfied; it was indeed the treasure he had set his sights on. In response, Ye Chuanze could only react with a sneer… Rahul! One day I will kill you, you tormenting little demon! How dare you treat me like a horse!
Regarding the newly acquired treasure, the Twelfth-Grade Annihilation Black Lotus, Rahul felt very pleased and could give it a good review. If there was anything to complain about, it was that this lotus had developed consciousness and did not listen well, often thinking of rebelling. Just like now, while Rahul was in battle! The lotus beneath him was uncooperative and dodged too slowly, resulting in a tragic outcome for Rahul.
Due to Ye Chuanze's lack of cooperation and slow dodging, Rahul was hit by an opponent's spell—unfortunately, it was a powerful one—causing him to spit out blood. Wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his expression darkened instantly, his gaze filled with intense ferocity; it had been a long time since he had bled. Meanwhile, under Rahul, Ye Chuanze clearly sensed the brutal aura emanating from him and couldn't help but shiver; he seemed to have done something foolish.
“Rahul, your sins are too heavy; heaven cannot tolerate you! Today I shall act on behalf of heaven and take your life!” It seemed that Rahul's injury and bloodshed boosted the morale of the opposing side; the previously tense and worried White-Clad Immortal now relaxed his brows and spoke with righteous indignation.
At this moment, Ye Chuanze thought that Rahul must be looking at the opponent as if they were dead. In battle mode while taunting, did they really seek death? Seeking death? Or seeking death? Attracting so much hate from the boss without fearing its fury? If it were up to Ye Chuanze, the correct course of action would be to take advantage of the situation—strike while the iron is hot—seizing this opportunity while Rahul was injured to swing his weapon fiercely at his face until he couldn't survive! Tsk tsk, indeed a foolish plan; dying would be no injustice!
With a cold snort, Rahul arrogantly declared, “Heaven's way? What does that count for? My life is not for you to take!” After saying this, he drew his sword and swung it down; a violent and ruthless sword intent surged forth like wind, mercilessly striking at the opponent. The White-Clad Immortal, unable to evade in time, suffered a critical hit and spat out blood continuously. Seizing the moment of weakness, Rahul summoned flames to strike at them; fierce fire blazed forth until the White-Clad Immortal was reduced to ashes.
Now this was how one should fight! Ye Chuanze mused; for thirty years, Rahul focused on proper PK techniques—a textbook example. Although Ye Chuanze hated Rahul and found him displeasing in many ways, he had to admit that he was quite a character. Not to mention his profound cultivation level; just his arrogance and domineering presence made people take notice.
In the vast world of the Primordial, which immortal dared to speak so boldly as he did? Since the opening of heaven by Pangu, the entire Primordial World has been bound by heavenly laws. No cultivator is free from these constraints or does not respect them. Even Ye Chuanze, with his extraordinary background, felt pressured by heavenly laws more than anyone else. His inability to take form stemmed from heaven's refusal! Yet even so, he never showed any intention of resisting heavenly pressure; he had no interest in seeking death.
Ye Chuanze made a decision based on Rahul's words, increasing his favorability by a hundred points. Yes! It was a delightful decision. Rahul would definitely be a rebellious character in the future, someone who would give the Heavenly Dao a headache, truly a source of amusement!
Having dealt with external enemies, it was now time to resolve internal conflicts. To repel external threats, one must first stabilize internal affairs; without eliminating internal strife, it would be difficult to confront enemies with full strength! Rahul spoke in a dark tone, "Do you think that if I die, you can escape?"
Ye Chuanze understood the hint and pretended to be dead, not present.
"Hmph!" Rahul let out a heavy cold snort, "Foolish!"
"Do you think that if I die, those so-called orthodox immortals will let you go? Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, who wouldn't want it?"
Ye Chuanze fell silent upon hearing this; what he said was true. As long as he did not cultivate into human form, he could not escape the fate of being someone else's treasure. There were many who coveted him, not just Rahul, but all the immortals of Primordial were potential threats.
"Hmph! Instead of hiding everywhere, you might as well follow me. If you can cultivate into human form, I will set you free."
After careful consideration, Ye Chuanze thought this proposal was not bad. After all, being with Rahul would allow him to cultivate and save him the trouble of hiding. So he spoke up, "Are you serious?"
"Of course I'm serious; I never go back on my word."
"I agree."
Only then did Rahul reveal his first smile of the day and said with great satisfaction, "Black Lotus, since you've chosen to be with me, you must listen well and stop thinking about betraying me and causing trouble."
Ye Chuanze sneered coldly and replied, "If you don't treat me like a mount, I might consider it."
"That's not acceptable; let's change the terms," Rahul said without hesitation. "Your defenses are solid and not easily broken; there is no better or safer mount than you."
"Hmph! This is my only condition!"
"That won't do."
Ye Chuanze remained silent, pretending to be dead upon seeing the negotiation fail.
After a long while, Rahul's voice, soft yet ominous, broke the silence: "I have always been accustomed to eliminating any threats without leaving a trace of hidden dangers. Black Lotus, you understand what I mean?"
After a pause, Ye Chuanze's cold voice replied, "Are you that afraid of death?"
"Heh... Naturally, I am afraid. After death, everything becomes void. This world hasn't bored me yet; I haven't thought about dying."
Ye Chuanze mocked, "If you don't want to die, then behave yourself and stop making enemies everywhere."
"Black Lotus, you don't understand. Without strong enemies, this world would lose much of its excitement. To bring powerful foes to their knees and conquer them! Their blood makes me feel exhilarated, high-spirited, and stirred!" As he spoke, Rahul's expression gradually twisted into one of fervor.
Ye Chuanze scoffed disdainfully; to put it bluntly, he was just a sadist!
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