Brian Carter originally thought he would hear some kind of conspiracy, but what he got instead was a completely unrelated answer. He was stunned, rare surprise flickering across his face. He couldn’t help but ask again, but Evelyn Foster still gave the same reply.

Brian Carter had great faith in his own abilities. With the power of his bloodline, no one could lie in front of him—at least, not this person before him. So what she said was the truth.

But it was precisely this truth that left him speechless.

Was this even something a normal person would say? He’d heard before that people from the Demon Domain often ruined their brains cultivating demonic arts. He used to think it was just a rumor, made up by righteous cultivators because good and evil couldn’t coexist. But now, he was starting to believe it. She swaggered right in here just to relax? This place was a dragon’s lair, a tiger’s den—even those old geezers from Gengchen Immortal Mansion were too scared to come. If someone from the Demon Domain was in their right mind, they’d never come here to relax.

Still suspicious, he walked over to Evelyn Foster, grabbed her chin, leaned in, and looked into her eyes as he asked, “You don’t want to kill me?” If she was from the Demon Domain, that should be her only mission.

Evelyn Foster’s face was stiff as she shook her head and spat out two words: “Don’t want to.” What kind of baffling question was this?

Brian Carter was even more confused. “Why don’t you want to kill me?”

Evelyn Foster really thought this ancestor might be crazy. Was this even a normal question? Why would she want to kill him? She was just an innocent salted fish, her cultivation so low—why would she seek death by trying to kill him? Did he have paranoia? Maybe he was locked up here because he’d gone mad from a cultivation mishap.

Her mind was screaming, but her mouth quietly answered Brian Carter’s almost self-directed question:

“Because there’s no grudge, no reason.”

Why didn’t she want to kill him? Because there was no grudge, no reason.

Brian Carter’s expression changed again as he looked at her. It was as if he remembered some unpleasant memory, his face faintly twisted: “In this world, to kill someone, you don’t need a grudge, nor a reason.”

Evelyn Foster: “……” How to put it, I grew up in a law-abiding society—my worldview just doesn’t work like that.

The murderous aura around Brian Carter seemed to overflow: “For example, right now—no reason, no grudge, I just want to kill you. What do you think?”

Evelyn Foster’s mouth kept running: “I think that’s fine, since I can’t beat you anyway.”

After saying this, Evelyn Foster looked utterly dejected. When would this truth-telling buff wear off? Could she get a chance to beg for mercy? If he heard this and just smacked her dead on the spot, she’d be a goner. If there was any chance of survival, she still wanted to fight for it.

Brian Carter raised his hand, but then slowly put it down again. “You want me to kill you, but now I don’t want to.”

Ha… are you a moody teenager or something?

This ancestor, who seemed a bit unhinged, had wildly erratic thoughts—one moment wanting to kill, the next not. Not only did he not kill her, he even said to Evelyn Foster, “From now on, you’ll come serve me.”

Evelyn Foster was unwilling, but no one could refuse this ancestor. Right now, he was her ultimate boss. For the sake of survival, the corporate drone gave in. When her boss asked her to revise a design ten times, she didn’t want to, but still had to. When the ancestor told her to come work, she didn’t want to, but still had to.

And so, she inexplicably became the big black snake’s colleague, and also the first among the hundred-member girl group to successfully get close to the ancestor.

Chapter 7

Half a month passed, and the number of girls in the hundred-member group plummeted—soon, only half remained. The most enthusiastic “become the ancestor’s little wife” faction was down to just a handful. The sect leader’s “become the ancestor’s disciple and win him over if possible” faction still had a dozen or so stubbornly holding on. The largest group was those who came to serve the ancestor but had no idea what they were doing each day—the “I’m so confused, just muddling through” faction—now numbering thirty, huddled together in constant anxiety.

Most of the casualties from the first two factions were those who delivered themselves to the door—too proactive, and it became a death sentence. Others accidentally triggered some death condition and were killed by the ancestor, who wandered around every day. The whole Three Saints Mountain was like a giant survival game, a killing maniac facing off against a hundred people.

The fifty remaining girls watched their numbers dwindle day by day, facing the looming threat of death, all looking haggard and terrified. None of them knew when or where they might encounter that demon-like, bloodthirsty ancestor and die at his hands.

Here, they couldn’t use their spiritual power, not even to protect themselves. And they were up against the ancestor— even if they had spiritual power, in front of him, they’d be nothing but ants. This only added to their psychological pressure.

Brian Carter was extremely sensitive to human emotions—fear, disgust, jealousy, greed… all these negative feelings, he could sense them easily. Coupled with the unique Sima clan ability—the Oath of Verity—almost everyone was transparent before him.

“I don’t dare go see the ancestor, martial uncle, please let me go!”