Two middle-aged monks wearing the same style of white robes, and an old man dressed in black, stood in a triangular formation on a deserted island, more than ten yards apart from each other, glaring at each other with anger in their eyes, as if they would start fighting at any moment!

  The three of them were all at the late stage of foundation building, and the black-robed old man with a pale face had the highest cultivation, close to the peak of the late stage of foundation building. However, the two middle-aged men who looked evil clearly came from the same force, and the three of them were arguing over something.

  "I've already agreed to let me choose one thing, are you two going to go back on your word now?" The old man's originally pale face was like it had been covered in a layer of frost, and even his tone of voice made people feel a kind of heavy, suffocating aura.

  "Hey! Who would have known that this guy's storage bag only had one valuable item, and the rest were all trash! If we let Daoist friends monopolize it, wouldn't my two sworn brothers and I have suffered in vain!" A slightly taller middle-aged man sneered, his eyes fixed greedily on a dull gray-black stick in the black-robed old man's hand.

  The old man said in a low, expressionless tone: "This is the Netherworld artifact. What do you two want to come for? Alright, considering your efforts were not small, all the remaining items will belong to you two. I'll just take this item and give you an additional 1,000 spirit stones as compensation for your assistance this time!"

  "No way, that's too little! At least two thousand spirit stones are needed! My cousin and I will each take a thousand! This time we took a huge risk to ambush that Ghost Sect cultivator." The shorter middle-aged man's voice was abnormally shrill, making one's skin crawl.

  The old man in black forced a stiff and unpleasant smile on his lifeless face, just as he was about to respond, when he suddenly saw the blue light in the distance and exclaimed: "A cultivator of the Condensing Dan stage! Be careful!"

  "Don't worry, there have been many Danqi period cultivators appearing in the waters around Island Five recently. They shouldn't be here for us!" The middle-aged man with a slightly higher status said softly. His words sounded like confident reassurance to others, but he was also extremely tense inside!

  As expected, things went against their wishes. The blue light suddenly turned in mid-air and flew straight towards the small island where the three of them were.

  "Brother, let's go!" The short cultivator shouted and was about to take out his flying magical instrument to escape, but was stopped by the middle-aged man who spoke up: "Don't move! Whatever you do, don't make a scene! With our speed at the Foundation Establishment stage, we can't run far anyway! It'll only provoke him instead! Let's just stay put and maybe he doesn't have malicious intentions! Our three families are ordinary, how could he possibly take an interest in us?"

  The old man in black remained silent and still, without making any movement.

  A moment later, a blue light fell on the small island, and the figure of a twenty-four or five-year-old man with a clear face wearing purple clothes appeared.

  Two middle-aged men saw Zhao Di's face and seemed to have seen the most terrifying scene in the world, and they couldn't help but tremble.

  The old man in black immediately bowed with a very ugly smile and said, "Greetings, senior. I don't know what instructions you have for me, but I will definitely do my best to serve!"

  And those two middle-aged men, although also trying to maintain a calm demeanor and pay their respects in the same manner, were trembling with fear and didn't dare to speak.

  The young man in purple clothes smiled slightly and said faintly to the two of them, "Two fellow Taoists, it's been decades since we last met. Both of you have advanced from the middle stage of foundation building to the later stage of foundation building cultivators, congratulations are in order!" Although he praised with his words, his cold tone made the two feel a chill run down their spines.

  The tall middle-aged man only felt his legs go weak, and he immediately knelt down on the ground. After barely calming down, he hastily knocked his head to apologize to the young man: "Please forgive me, senior! In those years, I was blind and foolish, and actually provoked you. I am willing to cut off one of my arms, just please forgive me and spare this humble life!"

  The short middle-aged man also knelt down and begged for mercy in a shrill voice.

  The black-robed elder whispered to himself that something was wrong. It seemed that this Foundation Establishment cultivator, although not targeting him, had a history with the two people in front of him! If he were to take action and kill these two, it's likely he would also "conveniently" eliminate him! After all, for a Nascent Soul stage expert, killing a Foundation Establishment cultivator wouldn't require much effort.

  Whether to turn around and flee immediately or wait and see, the old man was also hesitant for a while. It seemed that no matter which one he chose, there would be more harm than good!

  The young man in purple was naturally Zhao Di, and those two middle-aged men had a "familiar face" with him!

  Decades ago, when he was still in the middle of his foundation building period, after killing a demonic beast and on his way back to Five Number Island, he was targeted by a small team formed by three foundation building period cultivators and ambushed. Relying on the might of Red Cloud Thirteen Needles, he injured one of them, forcing the opponent to retreat.

  The two middle-aged men in front of me were two of the three-man gang.

  Zhao Di asked himself if he was a broad-minded person, these few people had once wanted his life, this kind of mortal enmity, naturally would not be ignored. Although he wouldn't intentionally seek out these few people for revenge, since he encountered them, he also wouldn't turn a deaf ear and let the two off lightly!

  Zhaodi stretched out his left hand and said with a slight curl of the corner of his mouth, "I'm really not interested in your lives. Bring it here!"

  Two middle-aged men were overjoyed, looking at each other in surprise as if they had been granted a great amnesty. The tall monk asked in a low voice: "Thank you, senior, for sparing their lives! What do you want?"

  "Ha! What do you want? Of course, it's your entire family fortune and storage bags! Decades ago, wasn't that exactly what you two were after? Now I'm just using their own methods against them!"

  Two middle-aged men looked at each other, both seeing a desperate look in the other's eyes! In this alien starry sea, being empty-handed and unable to defend oneself was simply courting death! For cultivators, most of their strength came from the magical tools, talismans, and spiritual objects they possessed. With nothing in hand, they were naturally at the mercy of others! Not to mention that the black-robed old man in front of them, who had just quarreled with them over the division of spoils, might not let them off!

  However, the other party was a powerful and unpredictable Golden Core cultivator, and he had also offended him. If they didn't follow his orders to the letter, the two of them would immediately lose their heads. With their current abilities, it was impossible for them to escape from a Golden Core senior!

  "Think carefully, are you going to hand over the storage bag obediently or fight it out with me to the death!" Zhao Di's tone was full of threatening intent after a brief silence!

  A massive surge of spiritual energy suddenly burst out from his body, pinning both of them to the ground, unable to move!

  "Spare my life, I'll listen to your orders!" The tall middle-aged man didn't dare challenge his patience again and hastily spoke out to plead for mercy. As he finished speaking, the powerful force on his body suddenly vanished without a trace.

  The two of them didn't dare to have any other lucky thoughts, and honestly handed over their storage bags to Zhao Di. As Jindan period cultivators with strong divine sense, they also didn't dare to hide any treasures on themselves. In this way, the two could be said to be truly penniless and without a single treasure.

  Zhao Di stretched out his hand and grasped at the air, and the two storage bags flew into his sleeve.

  Zhao Di did not leave immediately, but instead changed his expression and turned to the black-robed old man who had been bowing motionlessly and asked: "Are you a practitioner of the Ghost Gate Sect?"

  "In response to your words, senior, I am indeed junior! This junior has no relation with these two individuals, what instructions do you have for me, this junior will exert his utmost efforts!" The old man in black said respectfully. Just now when Zhao Di displayed his spiritual pressure and intimidated the two middle-aged men, he who was only affected by some residual waves also felt immense pressure, and that thought of turning around to escape was thrown to the back of his mind!

  "Very well, are you a disciple of the Youming Sect or the Tianshi Sect?" Zhao Di asked again. These two sects were precisely the most famous two sects in Xuanzhou Immortal Island that specialized in cultivating ghostly techniques.

  "The junior is a disciple of the Ghost Wailing Gate. Our gate is just one of the small sects under the jurisdiction of Fangzhang Xian Island, and it's not comparable to the likes of Tian Shi Sect!" The old man replied honestly, his heart also secretly tense, wondering if the other party would carelessly kill him because he was only a disciple of a third-rate gate.

  "Ghost Wailing Gate? Not bad! How about you and I make a deal?" Zhao Di nodded first, then smiled slightly, saying words that made the old man's eyes widen in shock.

  (Second update!)