Chapter Ninety-Nine: Can You Stop Me?

When Gu Zhiheng made the call, the others fell silent. Especially Liu E, who, upon hearing that someone wanted to extract a spiritual core, immediately knew it was that madwoman Jing Shushu on the line.

Sure enough, a dog never stops eating dung. He had warned her countless times—not to appear before Gu Zhiheng, and never to provoke him. But she just wouldn’t listen, as if courting death. Did she really think Gu Zhiheng would spare her out of respect for Gu Mojiang? What a fool. In Gu Zhiheng’s mind, there was no room for such trivial favors or social niceties; there was only his mission.

Whoever dared block him, he would make their life miserable, even kill them if necessary. Gu Zhiheng now was not the same man he was a month ago—his mindset had undergone a profound transformation.

Yet Liu E did not understand one thing: wasn’t he supposed to be the one teaching Gu Zhiheng? Why had things reversed, with Gu Zhiheng now instructing him—and not just once?

“Did… Shushu call you?” Liu E asked cautiously, fearing an outburst from Gu Zhiheng might lead to him being slapped senseless.

“Yes,” Gu Zhiheng replied, feigning innocence but with a hint of mockery. “She’s mad at me for crushing the clan leader’s jade plaque and is venting her anger on me.”

“Imagine if I killed her—would my ancestor’s spirit be so furious it would scatter to the winds?” His eyes betrayed an uncontrollable madness, a murderous anger that chilled everyone present.

This version of Gu Zhiheng was terrifying, much like the former Ye Zheng—acting solely on impulse, indifferent to others’ fates.

“Please… calm down, ancestor!” Liu E pleaded, nearly losing his mind. Was Gu Zhiheng really this unhinged?

“Why do you think you can stop me?” Gu Zhiheng sneered. He despised Jing Shushu and wanted her dead. So what if others tried to intervene—could they really hold him back?

“Calm yourself! Didn’t I tell you at the start not to let these things affect your state of mind?” Liu E grabbed Gu Zhiheng’s shoulders and shouted in frustration.

“I’m calm. Maybe I’ve just been bored lately, so I have many things I want to do,” Gu Zhiheng said in a detached tone, as if nothing mattered.

But his actions spoke otherwise.

“I told you, no! Snap out of it! Look at what you’ve been doing lately!” Liu E wanted to slap him. If this continued, Gu Zhiheng would surely lose himself.

He was truly mad—did he even realize what he was doing? Could he control his emotions?

“I’m calm. If I weren’t, I would have killed her already,” Gu Zhiheng smiled faintly. To others, he seemed fine—just a bit cold and oddly indifferent.

“Enough. If I ever do anything, you won’t be able to stop me. I’m just restless.” He insisted he wouldn’t lose control.

But one thing was clear: he no longer wanted to wait. He wanted the red-tailed fox’s spiritual core now—whether it belonged to Jing Shushu or anyone else, he did not want to waste time.

As for Liu E… well, maybe they could discuss it together. After all, they were a team, and it would be unfair to act unilaterally.

“I don’t have to kill Jing Shushu, but I must have a five-hundred-year cultivation red-tailed fox spiritual core. If you can get that for me, I might let her live,” Gu Zhiheng said with blatant calculation in his eyes, leaving Liu E speechless.

Did this guy have no shame?

“Isn’t that too much? Can’t you ask for something normal? Should I just dig one out of myself for you?” Liu E was at a loss. This was the very definition of a tyrant.

“You? Sorry, I don’t want one so ugly,” Gu Zhiheng said dismissively. He had no use for a moth’s spiritual core. If he were a fox, maybe, but as he was now... forget it.

“I’ll find a way for you. Just don’t lay a finger on her for now. I’m begging you,” Liu E gritted his teeth, feeling indebted to Gu Zhiheng.

“Fine, but I want it within three days, or she dies at my hands anytime,” Gu Zhiheng said coldly, glancing at a reluctant Liu E before rising to leave.

With the matter settled, he no longer had to worry and could go for a stroll.

As for the others, as long as Qing Xiu was around, there was no problem. If he remembered correctly, Qing Xiu was something of a berserker when it came to fighting.

Fighting was her addiction, and the others were in trouble.

Like it was a game, Gu Zhiheng left with effortless grace, while Qing Xiu looked at the others with a wicked gleam.

With their master busy, no one was watching her. She wouldn’t show any mercy.

One-sided onslaught—it wasn’t impossible. If they all attacked together, he wouldn’t mind at all.

“Don’t just watch. If he really wants to, none of you can stop him.” At this moment, Qing Xiu resembled Gu Zhiheng exactly, radiating a dark, dangerous aura.

Sure enough, the next moment she charged into the group, her attacks growing faster and fiercer with each strike.

The others were numb. These two master and disciple were utterly insane!

Could they at least give a warning before attacking? Could they be less direct and give them time to prepare?

Especially Chen Yuan, watching Qing Xiu’s assault, she felt like vomiting blood. It was terrifying.

For a moment, she just wanted to give up, wishing Qing Xiu would transform into her true form and swallow her whole.

Life was hard. At over five hundred years old, she was being bullied to the point of tears.

Though embarrassing, it was unbearably frustrating.

“Now, I’m getting serious. Master said you all have to improve by at least two major realms,” Qing Xiu said with an arched brow and a smile, transforming from a young girl into a mature, enchanting beauty.

“Apologies for the offense. Blame my master!” Suddenly, a jet of water descended from the sky, chilling everyone to the bone.

Chen Yuan broke down crying. She was terrified of water and could drown!

But Qing Xiu was like a madwoman, ignoring all pleas and continuing her assault.

“Han, this can’t go on. Can’t we just take her down?” Chu Xingran was frustrated. Five people still couldn’t handle one—it was maddening.

“No choice but to take the beating. Just endure it,” Mo Han sighed helplessly; he was no match either.

If they had known how powerful she was, they never would have bullied her. Now they had only themselves to blame.