Chapter Thirty-Six: The Flattery Divine Technique

  "Haha! I like it, Master thinks the mood is great!" Situ Jinle was overjoyed and burst into loud laughter.

  The disciples looked at each other in dismay, never expecting that their hot-tempered master would not blame them. What...what kind of thing is this?

  Bai Jin stood behind Si Tu Jin, opened his mouth, and was slightly surprised, as if he had been slapped in the face, his mouth couldn't close, and he thought to himself: "This old ghost, how...how can he actually like this? How did I not know about it?" He came back to his senses and nodded slightly at Lei Huang.

  Lei Huang hastily knelt down and knocked his head on the ground, "Disciple wishes Master to break through the Yuan Ying period soon and achieve great success!"

  Hula hula, all the disciples knelt down in a heap, kowtowing and chanting.

  "Disciples respectfully wish their master eternal happiness and longevity, longevity... longevity surpassing that of the Southern Mountain. Oh, longevity rivaling that of Heaven!"

  "Disciple's heart is pure and sincere, wishing Master to ascend to the realm of immortals soon!"

  "Disciple, disciple wishing master a long life every day, hoping master lives to be hundreds of years old. Oh no, it's thousands of years old, tens of thousands of years old, millions and millions of years old!"

  ……

  "Shut up! All of you, stand up!" Sito Jin suddenly sank his face and angrily said: "Pah! People say the same thing, no new ideas at all. What 'longevity is like Mount Nanshan', am I an old longevity star? And you, saying I've entered the realm of immortality early, are you hoping for my early death? Long life to a hundred years, humph! How dare you think that way? If you can't flatter properly, don't learn from others. It's really shameful!"

  "Master, forgive us! Forgive us!" The disciples who had stood up immediately knelt down in fear upon hearing Sito Jin's scolding, hastily kowtowing and begging for mercy.

  "They're just a bunch of bastards, flogging and punishing!" With a wave of his hand, the several disciples were immediately pressed to the ground by the green-robed cultivators behind Situ Jin, who fiercely whipped them until blood splattered everywhere, with some even landing on the faces and bodies of the surrounding disciples.

  Everyone can't help but feel anxious in their hearts, some people think that flattering is really a subject, if you don't flatter well, you'll end up slapping the horse's hoof, next time it's better to give up yourself.

  Some people glared at Shi Dong, thinking that this person was really a petty man. If he hadn't come up with this trick, why would the master get angry?

  Some of them looked at Shi Dong with admiring eyes, thinking that this person is not simple, able to guess the master's mind, and will surely soar to great heights in the future. From now on, they should follow him more often.

  "These are five Ling Stones, take them as a reward from me. You've made me very happy with your clever ideas." Xīu Jǐn's mouth curved into a smile, and with a flick of his wrist, a dark light flew towards Shí Dòng, who caught it in his hand, revealing the five Lethal Spirit Stones.

  "Thank you, Master! I'm full of energy and will definitely work hard to cultivate and make you proud!" Shi Dong knocked his head in gratitude and carefully put away the five spirit stones, while the surrounding disciples drooled with envy.

  This sentence has a double meaning, hinting at the previous favor shown by Situ Jin to Shi Dong in teaching him the art of body refinement, and Shi Dong takes this opportunity to express his gratitude, with an implied meaning that only the two of them can understand.

  Situ Jin slightly nodded her head, thinking to herself: "This person is indeed a freak, it's rare for him to go out of his way to please me. Heh, interesting, interesting."

  Lei Hao, Tan Shaoxuan, Zhu Ke'er and other disciples witnessed this scene, their hearts were surging with emotions. They couldn't believe that Shi Dong's few words of flattery would bring such joy to their master, who immediately rewarded him with five pieces of Ling Stone. This was just too easy!

  Some were jealous, some despised, and some admired, with mixed reactions.

  Mao Feifei curled up the corners of her mouth, secretly delighted in her heart: "This younger brother's mouth is really capable of bringing the dead back to life! Even Master can't resist it! Hehe, impressive! Impressive!"

  Then, Si Tu Jin's face turned stern as he looked at the disciples below and said, "When I asked you all earlier if you had a good Mid-Autumn Festival, it was to remind you that the one-year period has arrived! Those who have not broken through the Refining Qi stage, step forward on your own!"

  As he said this, two sharp gazes swept downwards, and instantly a dozen or so new disciples stood up shakily.

  Shi Dong stole a glance and saw that these people spent a lot of time in the Ghost Gambling Hall, most of them were third-rate, and unexpectedly, there were even two second-rate ones.

  They thought that since they couldn't see any hope of a breakthrough, they might as well gamble with the ghost and try their luck. If they won, they could sell the ghost and get a large amount of medicine, which would make a breakthrough possible. However, who knew that the way of gambling with ghosts was very deep, and after repeatedly trying their luck, they ended up with nothing to show for it, and instead wasted their time cultivating.

  What a pity!

  "Bai Jin, take them out and expel them from the sect. Let them fend for themselves." Situ Jin said coldly.

  "Master, spare our lives!" Those people's faces changed greatly, repeatedly begging for mercy, some were even so frightened that they shook all over and collapsed to the ground.

  Bai Jin's face sank, and with a wave of his sleeve, he pushed these people out like driving away chickens and ducks. They huddled together, shivering and trembling, looking back at Situ Jin with pitiful eyes, their pleading gaze heart-wrenching.

  Being driven out means being frozen to death in the cold wind and frost, or being torn apart and eaten by fierce ghosts.

  Some people still didn't give up, and in a flurry of whispers, they begged Bai Jin to help mediate and persuade the master to change his mind. However, Bai Jin's face remained stern, as if he was driving away garbage, completely forgetting that it was he who had tempted everyone to gamble with ghosts when he first joined, resulting in so many new disciples failing to break through.

  Witnessing this scene, the remaining disciples all looked unwell, with a kind of sorrow like a rabbit dying and a fox grieving.

  Alas... this demonic gate, it's really not easy to survive! As for myself... how far can I go?

  Suddenly, a mournful cry pierced the air: "Master! You're treating your disciple like this, I won't accept it!"

  "Slow down, let them come back first." Si Tu Jin rushed to wave his hand, and he had no choice but to bring these disciples who were rushing to the door back again.

  "Why don't you obey?" Sito Jin's gaze fell on one person, and he saw that he was born with a rough face and a fierce expression.

  Shi Dong recognized him as the son of the Butcher King of Suishui City, with a talent grade of B-minus, and was obsessed with gambling to the point of not breaking through.

  "This person suddenly raised his head, and loudly said: 'The disciple's strength is not the worst, Master is driving the disciple out, it's really hard for the disciple to accept. The disciple wants to fight with the senior brother who stayed here, if he is killed, there will be no complaints. If the disciple wins by luck, humbly ask Master to take back his order and let the disciple stay and cultivate.'"

  Situ Jin's eyes flashed, and he smiled: "Good! This is very fair. You can choose one of these disciples, and the two of you will have a life-and-death duel here. Whoever survives will be allowed to stay."

  Everyone was shocked by his words, and they did not expect the master to propose a life-and-death duel. If this madman were to be chosen, wouldn't it be necessary to fight to the death?

  Everyone involuntarily took a slight step back.

  "Thank you, Master!" The butcher's son glared with his fierce triangular eyes, scanning the new disciples. When his gaze met Shi Dong's, he felt as if he was facing a bloodthirsty wolf, ferocious and fearless of death, causing his heart to beat wildly.

  "It's you!" He stretched out his black-haired hand and pointed, sneering.