After Changing To The Ruthless Way The Brothers Cried And Begged For Forgiveness Chapter 360

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Yu Zhao sneered, curling her lips mockingly.

“You’re scared.”

“Scared?” Ancestor Gan Lin laughed heartily. “In my life, I’ve never once said I was afraid.”

His confidence was boundless.

It stemmed from his unmatched strength and fortuitous encounters. Within this Ancient Tower, he was akin to a god!

No one could defeat him!

Once the tower fully acknowledged him as its master, even the so-called Number One Cultivator, Master Qing Yan, would be no match for him.

“Yu Zhao, you talk too much.”

“Before you die, let me show you the true power of this tower.”

Ancestor Gan Lin extended a finger toward Yu Zhao.

“Annihilate!”

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Countless sword energies tore through the air, radiating a menacing killing intent.

Yu Zhao felt as though a ferocious beast had locked onto her, chilling her to the bone.

Finally, she was certain these sword energies were not Ancestor Gan Lin’s doing. Instead, he must be controlling them through some special method, as their auras were entirely different.

This Ancient Tower might not be the legacy site of War God Xuan Yuan, but it was undoubtedly a place once occupied by a mighty sword cultivator.

Reflecting on the Cooling Pearl and the arrays within the tower, Yu Zhao pieced together the truth about Ancestor Gan Lin.

He was a cultivator skilled in formations who had stumbled upon the tower and gained partial control over it.

No, that wasn’t right.

Yu Zhao’s eyes flickered as she overturned her conclusion.

He hadn’t yet been fully acknowledged by the tower. Otherwise, he wouldn’t need to lure other cultivators inside continually.

He had encountered obstacles in the recognition process and sought to use sinister methods to hasten the process!

While Yu Zhao was coming to her final realization, the sword energies surged toward her.

Yu Zhao remained calm. “It ends here.”

Ancestor Gan Lin froze momentarily.

Who was Yu Zhao talking to?

In the next instant, countless spiritual lights erupted from the ground, colliding head-on with the incoming sword energies.

“Finally! That old fool wouldn’t shut up!”

Long Fei Fei sprang up from the ground, wielding a Bronze Compass in one hand and a large Palm-Fan Magical Artifact in the other. She waved them furiously, muttering complaints under her breath.

One by one, figures previously lying in pools of blood began to rise. Si Tu Jian Nan, Shao Yi Man, Shao Yi Ming, and others stood up, their injuries and bloodstains vanishing as if they’d never been hurt. Their bodies appeared perfectly healthy.

Ancestor Gan Lin stumbled back two steps in disbelief. “You—you’re not dead? Impossible… Impossible!”

Realization struck him, and his expression twisted with rage as he glared at Yu Zhao. “It was you! You tricked me!”

Yu Zhao was a master of Illusion Techniques.

He had known this from the start but had never taken it seriously.

He believed his scheme was flawless. Even if Yu Zhao’s illusions were formidable, she couldn’t predict the future.

Yet, Yu Zhao had unraveled his plan.

For the first time, Ancestor Gan Lin felt the bitter irony of being outsmarted after years of scheming.

Long Fei Fei spat on the ground.

“Old fool! Your plans are as childish as a toddler’s game! They might fool brainless idiots, but I saw through you ages ago!”

Si Tu Jian Nan and the three Shao siblings, still puzzled, felt like they’d been hit by an arrow to the chest, rendered speechless by her blunt words.

Ancestor Gan Lin’s face turned beet red. “Impossible! My plan was flawless! No one could have seen through it!”

“Hmph!” Long Fei Fei snorted, gesturing toward Silence with a nod of her chin. “Little Baldy, you explain it to him. Make him admit defeat!”

Silence: “…?”

Ji Han Zhou nearly bit through his lip trying to stifle a laugh.

Little Baldy?

Hahaha!

“Go on, Baldy!”

Ancestor Gan Lin growled, glaring venomously at Silence.

Silence frowned, spinning several Buddha Beads to suppress his rising irritation.

Ji Han Zhou stepped forward, offering an explanation. “The War God Xuan Yuan was a righteous sword cultivator. How could someone like him propose such a cruel selection process? If you’d claimed to be a notorious Evil Cultivator, that might have been more believable.”

Ji Han Zhou, a disciple of a noble sect, admired paragons of virtue. He refused to believe someone as honorable as Xuan Yuan would set such brutal standards for selecting an heir.

“It’s as absurd,” he continued, “as a monk like Silence deciding to leave the monastery and marry!”

The moment Ancestor Gan Lin laid out his requirements, Ji Han Zhou had been convinced he was lying. Pretending to act under Xuan Yuan’s name was a ruse.

Initially, he planned to discuss his doubts with Yu Zhao and the others. But one glance at them told him they were already on the same page.

They conspired to act out a play and lure the mastermind into revealing himself.

And sure enough, as soon as the performance ended, Ancestor Gan Lin jumped out, unable to wait.

Si Tu Jian Nan and the others finally connected the dots, enlightenment dawning on their faces.

Long Fei Fei, irritated that Ji Han Zhou had stolen her thunder, interjected. “A sword cultivator testing disciples on survival instead of sword skills? That’s just stupid! Why not test who collects the most heads instead?”

She added sarcastically, “Besides, if it’s a real trial, it should take four or five rounds, exhausting us before a final battle. That would’ve been fun!”

“Enough! Shut up! Just shut up!”

Ancestor Gan Lin roared, his patience snapped.

But Long Fei Fei merely glanced at him and then at Yu Zhao before shrugging. For once, she actually closed her mouth.

Ancestor Gan Lin suddenly laughed maniacally. “So what if you’ve exposed me? Inside the Ancient Tower, you can’t kill me! And without my permission, none of you will ever leave! I’ll wait you out and see you die here!”

Long Fei Fei and her companions exchanged looks, their eyes full of disdain.

He hadn’t even noticed how unnaturally emotional he had become.

Yu Zhao had distributed antidotes to everyone and lit a small amount of incense before he even appeared. The incense was colorless and odorless but could amplify hidden malice within a person. The more agitated one’s emotions, the faster reason would be overwhelmed by malevolence.

If Gan Lin had stayed hidden, Yu Zhao might not have been able to deal with him. But he chose to confront them, inhaling the incense meant for him.

Now, he was doomed.

With Gan Lin under her control, Yu Zhao could extract every secret of the Ancient Tower from him.

“You pity me? I don’t need your pity! I am Ancestor Gan Lin, the true heir of War God Xuan Yuan! I will never lose!”

Yu Zhao’s eyes gleamed.

So this was indeed Xuan Yuan’s residence.

It seemed they wouldn’t leave empty-handed after all.

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