12dz Chapter 72 Golden Core Master as Servant
Chapter 72 Golden Core Master as Servant
Chapter Seventy-Two: A Golden Core Master as a Servant
Xin Mirou's words made Zhuo Yang's lips curl up for a moment; there are still people who understand.
However, he still gave a light snort, indicating his disdain.
"Zhuo Yang, don't be ungrateful!" Xin Mirou also got angry, her face darkening.
Zhuo Yang said coldly, "Who do you think you are? Just because you formed a cultivator alliance, you think you can do whatever you want and decide the life and death of others?"
"We are a united front of all cultivators in Lingzhou. We have all decided that the alliance will punish evil and promote good!" Xin Mirou said angrily, her face turning ashen.
Everyone has a sense of justice, even the most ruthless criminals. Zhuo Yang knew this well, and he could also see that Xin Mirou was not an evil person; she had a sense of righteousness and wanted to use the Cultivator Association to uphold justice.
However, there is one point that Zhuo Yang strongly disagrees with.
"Are you a state-designated organization?" Zhuo Yang sneered, standing with his hands behind his back.
"Uh……"
The four leaders of the Cultivator Association were all stunned for a moment.
They are not an officially designated organization!
Zhuo Yang's hawk-like gaze swept over the four people, and he said in a deep voice, "If you are appointed by the state, or even by the legendary Dragon Court that manages cultivators, I will accept the investigation."
"But you are not, just a mere non-governmental organization. What right do you have to investigate me?"
"And on what grounds do you convict me?"
The questions left the four leaders of the association pale with anger, some lacking courage, and others deep in thought.
"You committed heinous crimes and slaughtered the entire Fu family. As cultivators, we have the duty and responsibility to kill a villain like you!" Lei Xiang's chest heaved violently, his expression one of uncontrollable rage.
Zhuo Yang suddenly fixed his gaze on him and said calmly, "If you have the ability, then make your move. I can help you reincarnate!"
Lei Xiang's face immediately turned to astonishment, and he didn't dare to make a move against Zhuo Yang.
"Shameless, incompetent, the entire Lingzhou Cultivator Alliance is like this!" Zhuo Yang's anger burned, and he launched a full-scale attack.
"You brat, shut up!"
Xin Mirou roared angrily, then stepped forward, shattering the hard floor tiles with her foot.
The next moment, she waved her hand, and a delicate short sword gleaming with silver light appeared in her palm. She then swung the sword and thrust it towards Zhuo Yang.
The move was fierce, aimed directly at Zhuo Yang's vital area between his chest and abdomen.
Zhuo Yang raised an eyebrow and casually thrust his sword back at Xin Mirou's heart.
"Well done!"
Instead of being angry, Xin Mirou laughed, and with a slanted thrust of her short sword, she aimed directly at Zhuo Yang's dragon-patterned sword.
With a clang of metal, the short sword struck the long sword, breaking Zhuo Yang's move.
"Good swordsmanship!"
Zhuo Yang exclaimed in surprise, then swept his sword straight towards Xin Mirou's neck.
Xin Mirou immediately abandoned her sword strike aimed at Zhuo Yang and nimbly leaned back to dodge the attack.
However, the next moment, Zhuo Yang struck with lightning speed, kicking her in the stomach...
With a muffled thud, Xin Mirou flew up, knocking over the armchair, and then crashed heavily into the wall, causing large cracks to appear in the concrete.
Xin Mirou lay on the ground, spitting out blood.
Everyone else was shocked.
Yan Xiao's lips twitched. He had long expected that Xin Mirou was no match for Zhuo Yang, but he did not expect that neither of them used their true energy. Zhuo Yang defeated Xin Mirou in the second move with just sword techniques.
Ma Jian'an remained expressionless, but his eyes were darting around.
The most shocked person was Lei Xiang, who never expected Xin Mirou to lose so decisively.
"Senior Xin, are you... are you alright?" Lei Xiang called out, but dared not go over, wary of Zhuo Yang, afraid of being ambushed.
"It's nothing!" Xin Mirou slowly stood up. "Zhuo Yang, why don't you dare kill me? Are you afraid of trouble or the Cultivator Association?"
She sensed that Zhuo Yang hadn't used his full strength; otherwise, that kick could have killed her.
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "If you don't want to kill me, why should I kill you?"
Xin Mirou was taken aback for a moment, then smiled bitterly and said, "Never mind, you're right. The Cultivator Association is just a civilian organization. What right does it have to decide other people's life and death?"
She lowered her head and walked towards the door, clearly indicating that she no longer wanted to serve as the vice president of the monks' association.
"Wait a minute." Zhuo Yang smiled slightly and said without turning around, "There is a problem with the cultivation method you are practicing. Reversing the meridians and rejuvenating is a heaven-defying act. Even if you can control your physical body to age and compress your cultivation to a level that matches your age, it is ultimately just an illusion and you will never be able to glimpse the Dao of Heaven."
"What did you say?" Xin Mirou was shocked and turned around to stare in astonishment at Zhuo Yang's back.
She suddenly realized that Zhuo Yang was very tall.
Zhuo Yang turned to look at her and smiled, "Reversing meridians is not the proper path of cultivation. You've been stuck at the late Golden Core stage for thirty years, unable to form a Nascent Soul. You were forced to use a secret technique to reverse your meridians and rejuvenate, all to slow down the aging process and give yourself more time to cultivate, right?"
Xin Mirou almost knelt down after hearing Zhuo Yang's words, because everything he said was true.
"You...you investigated my sect?" Xin Mirou suppressed her shock and asked in a deep voice.
Zhuo Yang shook his head, "I just noticed it."
"Do you have a way to solve the reason why my Golden Core cannot nurture a Nascent Soul?" Xin Mirou pondered for a moment, then asked with a hint of hope in her voice.
She has no hope left; she's just waiting to die.
Zhuo Yang smiled faintly, shrugged, and said, "I do have a solution, but why should I tell you?"
“I…I am willing to be your slave and serve you!” Xin Mi stretched her hands out to her sides, then clasped them together in front of her, bowed to Zhuo Yangrou, and performed an ancient cupped-hand salute.
"You must be eighty years old?" Zhuo Yang frowned as he looked at her. "Too old. I don't want a maid who's that old."
"What?" Xin Mirou was instantly furious and almost exploded.
She held back, lowering her eyes and saying meekly, "I am old and faded, and it is indeed a bit much for me to be a maid, but I am willing to serve you as my master and will never betray you for the rest of my life!"
Zhuo Yang raised an eyebrow at her and smiled, "Words are no proof!"
"I swear!" Xin Mirou raised one hand, looking resolute. "I, Xin Mirou, swear to the heavens that I will serve Master Zhuo Yang for the rest of my life and never betray him. If I break this oath, may I never be reincarnated!"
"Hmm." Zhuo Yang nodded. "If you break your oath, Heaven will punish you when you undergo tribulation."
"From this day forward, you are my servant, Zhuo Yang's servant!"
"Yes!" Xin Mirou knelt down and was about to kowtow.
Zhuo Yang pulled her up and laughed, "The thought is enough. My disciples do not accept such elaborate gifts!"
"Don't worry, give me three days to help you form a Nascent Soul, and then another ten years to help you transcend the tribulation and ascend to immortality!"
Having taken in a Golden Core stage expert as a servant, he naturally had to make a promise—a promise befitting a dignified demon lord.
Xin Mirou was stunned, unsure whether Zhuo Yang was exaggerating or telling the truth.
Yan Xiao and Ma Jian'an were equally shocked, feeling a mix of envy for Xin Mirou and skepticism about Zhuo Yang's words.
"Pah!" Lei Xiang put on an expression of anger and disdain, looking at Zhuo Yang with hatred. "Xin Mirou, that guy lied to you, and you believed him?"