Chapter 92: The Devil's Oath
Chapter 92: The Devil's Oath
Her limbs were tightly locked by mechanical arms, and the needle slowly pierced into the arm artery. Just before the needle pierced the skin, Cheng Ziwei's mind went blank, and she truly experienced what it felt like to have lost all hope.
With her experience as an assistant, she knew that the needle would completely paralyze the body. How long the paralysis would last depended on the injection dose. During this period, she would not be able to commit suicide even if she wanted to.
When Cheng Ziwei was sent back to Qingcheng Mountain, she also brought back the secrets that she should not have known and the suspicion of leaking secrets to her master. Every member of the master's sect who had contact with her would be included in the list of people to be killed. On a dark and windy night, four elders of the Mahayana period of the Chan sect killed everyone without leaving a single person alive.
She deeply regretted why she was so ignorant to watch the live video, and was also extremely confused as to why Boss Wen, who had no grudge against her, would set up such a vicious scheme to frame the Qingcheng Sect.
Is it just because I rejected his recruitment?
Or maybe, it was just to add the crime of exterminating the Qingcheng Sect when threatening the four Mahayana monks of the Chan sect, causing the smaller sects of the Ren sect to unite and put pressure on the four major sects of the Chan sect, forcing the four major sects to clean up their ranks and cut off the last escape route for the four Mahayana elders?
After all, making mistakes and covering up mistakes are not beyond the bottom line of righteous cultivators. Although they have to accept punishment within the sect, the crime is not punishable by death. However, killing one's fellow cultivators in order to silence them and destroy the sect is a big taboo and the crime cannot be forgiven.
When you think about it this way, it suddenly makes sense!
It turned out that he had already been involved in the game and was designated as a sacrifice to recruit four Mahayana monks for Jiejiao. The Qingcheng Sect was also implicated and put on the altar.
The needle did not penetrate, and the expected coma did not occur. Wen Rui's voice came to my ears:
"Now, do you understand the consequences of leaking secrets? So can you swear a great oath to keep everything you heard and saw in this emergency room in your heart forever and keep it as your most important secret?"
Cheng Ziwei opened her eyes and stared at Wen Rui blankly, and said woodenly: "If I swear to keep it a secret, will you let Qingcheng Sect go?"
"Isn't this nonsense?"
Wen Rui said solemnly, "The series of plans I told you before were prepared based on your leaking of secrets. If this secret is leaked by you, and I am not prepared to deal with it, I will be targeted by four murderous Mahayana masters. I am not sure if they dare to take the risk! In order to protect myself, I can only let you die instead of me."
"Just tell me to keep it a secret!" The girl said in a panic, "Why do you have to threaten me like this? Do you know what I went through in just half a minute?"
"If I hadn't said it out loud, you might have thought I was asking you to keep it a secret!"
Wen Rui said with a straight face: "I never indulge anyone. If you refuse to keep it a secret, then take the secret and your sect with you to the grave. That's how I do things! Just give me a straight answer. Do you swear? Hmm?"
"I... I swear..." Cheng Ziwei shrank her neck and said solemnly: "In the presence of all the Dao masters of heaven, I, Cheng Ziwei, swear to keep everything I have heard and seen here in my heart forever and never reveal it to anyone. If I break my oath, I will be tortured!"
"That's right."
Wen Rui nodded with satisfaction and controlled the robotic arm to let go of the girl.
Cheng Ziwei obviously hadn't recovered from the huge shock yet, and murmured: "You're letting me go now? You're not just trying to keep me stable for the time being, are you? When I return to Qingcheng Mountain, you can secretly spread rumors and carry out your evil plan step by step..."
"Oh, don't worry, I didn't lie to you."
Wen Rui said in a gentle and comforting tone:
"Don't scare yourself. If I really wanted to harm you, why would I tell you about my plan? Besides, even if I lied to you, you don't seem to have any other way to resist except committing suicide, and I can save you even if you commit suicide. Anyway, you are already a salted fish on the chopping board, and you might as well choose to trust me and seek peace of mind." "Is this consolation?"
Cheng Ziwei's eyes were full of tears: "You must be lying to me... If your conspiracy succeeds, you can gain the loyalty of four Mahayana monks. Who wouldn't want to do such a good thing?"
"What about the loyalty of the four Mahayana masters?"
Wen Rui sneered: "They are just four insects. How can we deal with Jiejiao with insects? If the four of them sincerely surrendered to me and knelt down to be my dogs, I would be merciful and accept them as guards, but is it worth it for me to go to such great lengths to damage the reputation of Jiejiao and even sacrifice you?"
"Am I more important than the four Mahayana monks?" The girl seemed to hear something else.
"That's not how it's calculated." Wen Rui counted on his fingers and said, "You, plus the fact that Jiejiao's reputation has been damaged by taking in trashy Mahayana abandoned disciples, plus the fact that I need to spend a lot of energy to run it, the total value of the three is more than the value of four Mahayana loyal dogs."
Cheng Ziwei wiped her snot and tears while pouting and said angrily: "As expected of a businessman, you calculated so meticulously!"
“Of course, we need to be careful with our calculations. Quantitative analysis can help us measure risks and benefits more conveniently and intuitively, and it has important guiding significance for making correct strategic decisions.”
Wen Rui explained earnestly, "According to actuarial calculations, the estimated value of a Mahayana cultivator is between 100 million and 300 million spiritual stones. The estimated value of four Mahayana cultivators can be as high as 1.2 billion spiritual stones. The total estimated value of you and the other two factors exceeds 1.2 billion. You should feel proud."
"Eh?"
Cheng Ziwei had never heard of such a statement, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise again: "Am I so valuable? I'm just a small Jindan cultivator..."
"You are not worth much now." Wen Rui explained patiently, "Your estimated value is only 67.46 spirit stones, but you have potential, and this potential is worth investing in. Under the development of my Jiejiao education system, your potential will be brought to its full potential, and your future achievements will definitely not be measured by the valuation standards of a Mahayana cultivator."
"You've figured out how much I'm worth? There are even decimals and whole numbers..." Cheng Ziwei said in disbelief, but when she saw Wen Rui's serious expression that didn't seem fake, she fell into confusion again.
Although she had her doubts in her heart, Wen Rui's words were a disguised affirmation, or even a very high evaluation. Cheng Ziwei felt a little secretly happy for no reason.
"Even if you say so, I will not join Jiejiao!" The girl shook her head vigorously, suppressing the emotions that were beginning to become wrong in her heart, and said firmly.
"Don't worry. It takes seven captures and seven releases to catch a wild man." Wen Rui narrowed his eyes and looked at her, smiling, "Although a forced melon can quench your thirst, it is not sweet. Sooner or later, you will be willing to shout 'It smells so good'."
Being stared at by Wen Rui, Cheng Ziwei felt a chill, a chill running from her coccyx to the top of her head.
The old author is slow, and I thought it would be on the shelves with 30 words like before, but the climax of the plot is set around 30 words, and the next part of the plot is quite exciting. Here's a preview.
(End of this chapter)