Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 713: Chapter 47 Nothing Can Stump the Great Demon Lord Wei
 

“Does this mean I answered correctly?” Wei Dongliu asked with a stern face.

“Please be patient, my friend,” Lord Shenyue replied with a rare smile, “Let’s move on to the next question.”

He led Wei Dongliu forward to the next prison cell.

Inside the cell, a man and a woman sat opposite each other, both in silent meditation.

“These two are husband and wife,” Lord Shenyue introduced, “Both are rising stars of the Human Race, with boundless potential. However, one of them has colluded with the Demon Race, causing significant losses to the Human Race…”

“Let me ask,” Wei Dongliu interjected, “Why are so many people colluding with the Demon Race? Was the racial cohesion of the Human Race in that era really so weak?”

“When you are in a cesspool, naturally, all you can smell is foulness,” Lord Shenyue said unhurriedly, “The subjects we are conjuring here are from the era’s most secure Human Race prisons. Who do you think you’d meet in this place?”

“Let’s not talk about that,” Wei Dongliu calmly changed the subject, “Next, you will ask me how to deal with these two, right?”

“That’s not it,” Lord Shenyue nodded and said, “You tell me, how can we confirm which of the two has secretly colluded with the Demon Race?”

After pondering for a moment, Wei Dongliu suddenly asked:

“What is the nature of the relationship between these two?”

For some reason, upon hearing this question, Lord Shenyue’s body shook slightly, and he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

It was as if he had a premonition that he was about to be dragged down to a lower standard again.

“Their love is as steadfast as gold,” he sighed deeply.

“Then it’s easy,” Wei Dongliu nodded, “Accuse both of them of colluding with the Demon Race, then separate them and imprison them apart.”

“Whether through torture or play-acting, make sure to extract screams from them so that their Daoist Companion can hear. The screams must be so miserable and terrifying that they are unbearable to the listener.”

“I see,” Lord Shenyue said slowly, stroking his beard, “In order to make their partner suffer less, they would surely confess in haste, each trying to take the blame upon themselves.”

“Regardless of who the innocent one is, as long as they haven’t colluded with the Demon Race, their confessions will inevitably be fabricated nonsense,” Wei Dongliu said calmly, “With that, distinguishing the loyal from the traitorous becomes as easy as flipping a hand.”

“Very well, let’s move on to the next question,” Lord Shenyue said, leading him on to the next prison cell.

Inside the cell sat a dejected woman, her shoulders drooping lifelessly.

“This person is an ordinary cultivator,” Lord Shenyue stated indifferently, “She spread negative propaganda in the rear, destabilizing our military’s morale. What should be the punishment?”

“It’s simple,” Wei Dongliu said evenly, “The goal is to quell negative public opinion, not just to eliminate the source. Announce that she will be publicly executed, and watch who stands up to defend her and allows her defense, encouraging them to expose themselves further until we can catch them all in one fell swoop, thereby clearing the situation.”

Lord Shenyue stroked his beard, his expression unreadable, but in his heart, he was impressed.

The two of them arrived at another prison cell, where they saw a woman seated, pale-faced and frightened.

“This person is not a cultivator, but a laywoman,” Lord Shenyue spoke calmly, “She discovered the body of a fallen cultivator and took possession of the storage bag, treating it as a treasure, which was then discovered by a patrolling cultivator. What should be the punishment?”

“Easy as pie,” Wei Dongliu said with a slight smile, “Announce that this laywoman, upon finding the body of a cultivator, buried him properly and then informed his sect, turning in all the treasures from the bag without a single embezzlement. In gratitude for her sincerity, the sect rewarded her with the Elixir of Immortality and the art of turning stone to gold, allowing her to return to her home in glory. Lastly, use her as a positive example, let storytellers write her tale, and spread it through the streets and alleys.”

Lord Shenyue twisted his beard, his face still unreadable, but internally he continued to admire greatly.

They came to yet another cell, where a handsome man sat sighing and looking ashen-faced.

“This person is but an ordinary cultivator, and though his cultivation level isn’t high, he’s accustomed to flirting and seducing women, most adept at deceiving them,” said the true lord Shenyue slowly. “He has traveled through many sects, falsely claiming to be unmarried, and formed Daoist companionships with female cultivators, nuns, and female Daoists, including daughters of high-ranking figures within the sects. After the affair was exposed, several sects were in an uproar, considering it a disgrace and demanding severe punishment. How should he be dealt with?”

“This person actually possesses such talent?” Wei Dongliu showed a look of surprise, “We should seek out his Illusion Technique, have him infiltrate the Demon Race, and seduce high-standing and powerful female demons, turning their talents into an advantage for the Human Race. Would that not be wonderful?”

True lord Shenyue couldn’t hold back any longer, and he burst into hearty laughter:

“Brilliant, absolutely brilliant, absolutely brilliant!”

“So, this settles it?” Wei Dongliu asked calmly.

“Settled, settled,” True lord Shenyue waved his hand, laughing, “It’s a shame, if you were born in that era, you would have surely shone brightly.”

“How do you know that I cannot shine like the sun and moon in this time and place?” Wei Dongliu frowned and asked.

“Indeed.” True lord Shenyue thought to himself that this person was already the master of a sect, not some obscure individual; his earlier comment was indeed inappropriate, “As per our prior agreement, the sanctum position in my possession is now yours.”

“Come with me.”

Without another word, Wei Dongliu continued to follow True lord Shenyue, passing through the lengthy and dim corridor. In a dizzying turn, they left the dungeon and arrived beneath the Soaring Heaven Pavilion.

Upon entering the pavilion, he saw Qiu Changtian sitting inside, silent. An Zhisu and Shi Liuli were on either side, staring at each other with wide eyes.

How could his past self have been so feeble? Wei Dongliu was in high spirits and full of vigor at this moment. On seeing his past self, who was timid and shrink-back in the face of his two wives, he found himself utterly displeasing, then released the murderous aura within his body and overawed An Zhisu and Shi Liuli who were locked in a gaze.

Struck by his murderous aura, An Zhisu subconsciously wanted to draw her sword but ultimately suppressed the urge with great effort.

The ensuing events need not be elaborated upon. When the twelve were all assembled, Wei Dongliu surveyed them, seeing the eight from the Orthodox Sects, needless to say. As for the four from the Demon Cult, it was himself, Wen Yang, Mo Gu, and Ling Yun.

It was two from the Nether Ghost Path, one from the Mortal Life Path, and one from the Heavenly Demon Path, with the weakest from the Eastern Emperor Path and the Asura Path cultivators acting once again as the atmosphere group, whose importance lay in participation.

The group left the Golden Que Secret Realm as had happened in the original timeline, to find the outside world embroiled in a fierce battle between immortals and demons, raging with such intensity as to darken the heavens and the earth, yet without rivers running with blood.

Wei Dongliu instantly grabbed Guo Jin, wrapped him in Sword Light, and rushed toward the Blood Sea Ancestor.

En route, Long Eyebrow, the thief, tried to use the Dual Polarity Dust Sword Formation to intercept him, but was blocked by the Blood Sea Ancestor with a surging Blood River, engulfing the endless Sword Qi within it.

Looking at the other Demon Path cultivators, they also each sought out the Sect’s Guardian Immortals.

The thief Chi Song battled the Free and Easy Patriarch, unleashing endless winds and thunder from his Universe Sleeve, only to be countered by a plume of black fog from the opponent’s throat, unable to make any further progress;

The thief Wan Xiang faced off against the Honored White Bone, throwing out a multitude of dazzling radiance from his hands, but what Magical Treasures were gleaming could not be discerned, only that looking at them for too long could blind one.

They fought with such ferocity that the sky seemed to collapse and the earth to crack, the sun and moon deprived of light, retreating as they battled until the people from Shushan and others had departed, and then the Blood Sea Ancestor finally raised his hand, allowing Wei Dongliu to surface from the Blood Sea and asked:

“This trip to the Golden Que, what is the outcome?”

“Of the twelve principal positions, the Six Paths have secured four,” Wei Dongliu said somberly, “This unworthy disciple is incompetent, the Mortal Life Path merely took one.”

“It’s of no importance,” the Blood Sea Ancestor said with satisfaction, “It’s good enough to have taken one, no need to ask for more.”

After a moment of silence, Wei Dongliu tentatively inquired:

“Ancestor, even if we have taken these positions in the Golden Que, they are of no benefit. Then, what significance do they hold?”

“Though they may not be beneficial to you, for us immortals, it’s different,” the Blood Sea Ancestor replied leisurely, “Rest assured, once we return, I will have a reward for you.”