In A Cultivation World With An Entertainment Park

In the small dark hall within the fortress, the burly man opened his eyes, feeling the presence of a teenager in his midst.

'I didn't feel this person coming in.'

Dead… His shadows should be dead.

Very slowly, the burly man uncrossed his feet, standing rising unhurriedly to his feet.

"Senior... As per my knowledge, my fortress should have no hatred with your great self. And if I'm mistaken, please allow me to mend our ways and compensate your esteemed self.”

He cupped his hands in respect, inwardly shocked by Chu Che's presence.

Are you telling him the senior in his mouth was but a scrawny kid no older than 17?

Why are the heavens so biased? Even if one was cultivating in their mother's womb, how can he be stronger than him, an existence at the peak of the True Qi Realm?

He believed himself to be a genius. But seeing the boy before him made his intestines turn green with unwillingness.

No! He had to quickly send his ancestor away if he was to keep his neck.

Never in his life would he have known there would be a day when he would end up begging a little junior far younger than his nephews. But who made him weaker?

Of course, if there were no way, he would have to use his secret weapon, another fallen object from the domain above.

He didn't believe the youngster would be able to overpower 'that' weapon.

"Senior, I humbly ask for your forgiveness regarding any misunderstandings with my fortress."

"Forgive?" Chu Che tilted his head with a frown. "It's not my place to forgive you for who you hurt."

He felt he couldn't make the first move since it would be bullying.

Don't ask him. But Chu Che wanted to give his opponent a chance to decide his fate.

"What I mean is that your fortress has hurt several customers of mine. So it's not my place to accept any apologies on their behalf."

Customers?

So it was a business transaction?... In that case, can he offer a higher price for this senior to let him be?

The burly man's eyes lit up like a torch. Unfortunately, Chu Che refused to play according to common sense.

"Senior, may I ask this senior, who are these?"

"Irrelevant." What's the point of knowing when today's outcome will be the same?

Chu Che's words also allowed the burly man to understand that no matter what he said, Chu Che was on the enemy's side.

The burly leader gritted his teeth hatefully. "Senior, won't you let this junior a way out?"

"Of course I will! I’m the kindest person you’ll ever meet. So how can I not give you a way out? If you cripple yourself, I'll let you survive.”

Pouf!

The bandit leader almost stretched his hands to triangle Chu Che.

Senior, are you confused with the definition of kind?

Chu Che felt he was kind enough. But these words in the bandit's ears felt disdainfully mocking and arrogant.

'Insolent brat! Just because I'm a bandit leader doesn't mean I have no higher backing! You dare to go against a person from the Buyang Clan?'

He would've loved to know the enemy's name. This way, even if he got out, getting revenge was necessary.

That's right.

Even if he became crippled, his 600-year-old father, a strong clan member, would always get revenge for him.

The reason he started his bandit life was that he was framed and sent out by another elder. Do you know how long his father had been growing him in secret?

The old man only contacted him once every 10 years to avoid suspicion. And even then, the old man couldn't give him much since the enemies would pinpoint his whereabouts. So he mostly grew his strength by himself in these harsh times.

Nonetheless, he still had a powerful backer behind him!

If it were those old fogies who sent assassins to kill him, he wouldn't be alive till now. So this 'senior' should be someone sent by another unknown enemy.

Maybe it wasn't even himself who offended this senior but another in his group.

Either way, he wasn't going to let any enemy go!!

.

Break his meridians and cripple himself?

"Senior, forgive this junior for not obeying your wishes."

The burly man reached for his chest, taking out a strange purplish whip. And across the barrage, many Profound sect elders had grim faces, feeling the demonic aura emitted from the whip.

Evil weapon!... This definitely belonged to a powerful Evil Cultivator.

Sheeeee~~~

The whip screamed eerily as though a thousand goats were being throttled viciously.

Chu Che frowned, also confused by the wee weapon's sudden cry. But fortunately, the barrage was there to enlighten him.

Whether it was Elder Nianzu, Kadiri, Tsongai, Seju, and the rest, they all rushed to give their opinions and warnings.

"Boss Chu, this is an evil weapon. I don't know all of its capabilities, but most evil weapons can drain one's vitality and strength."

"Boss Chu, we'll study the weapon as your fight progresses. Such a wicked thing must be destroyed before it falls in the hands of another evil person."

"That's right! You need to be careful, boss Chu. This particular weapon is very strange. Additionally, for such a small bandit to possess this weapon also shows this bandit isn't as easy as he seems."

Chu Che nodded. "Thanks to the many elders for their feedback."

[Host, you need to find a way to free the souls trapped in the weapon without destroying it first. Doing so will weaken the weapon.] The system suggested, appearing on Chu Che's shoulders, dawning a ghostbuster attire.

Dealing with trapped souls? He knew just the thing.

Chu Che moved his hands, and many jumped in surprise.

Already, the barrage had recognized Chu Che’s move.

This… This… This… Dark Souls?

(>°Π°)

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