ATG: My genius is almost frightening!-Chapter 189 - 188: Pepe Julian Onziema

The Grand Elder hurriedly pulled the Sun Death Sword Master from the crater and quickly checked his condition. He found that, apart from the bones in his left cheek being completely shattered, his internal organs were shaken, and his profound energy was in complete chaos. Other than that, he was completely fine.

The Grand Elder sighed in relief. Although the injuries were severe, they weren't life-threatening. With the right medicine and some rest, the Sun Death Sword Master would recover in no time.

Although he and the Sun Death Sword Master sometimes clashed over conflicting interests, those were just internal matters of the sect. He never wanted him gone. If the Sun Death Sword Master were to die, it would be a devastating blow to the sect's strength and prestige. After all, their sect was considered the strongest among the Nine Great Sects, completely because of the Sun Death Sword Master.

While holding the Sun Death Sword Master in his arms, he looked at Yun Wuji and asked, "Who are you? Our sect has no enmity with you, so why did you attack us?"

"Sect Master!" The other elders finally snapped out of their shock and rushed toward the Sword Master in a panic. They wanted to check on him, but the Grand Elder held him tightly in his arms, blocking their approach.

He was afraid their reckless movements might aggravate the Sword Master's injuries.

'Geh!' Yun Wuji glanced at the Grand Elder, who was holding the Sword Master tenderly as if cradling a dead lover. The voice of a certain Ugandan man echoed in his head.

He took a step forward, and his body vanished instantly. In the next moment, he stood before them.

"What?!" The Grand Elder's eyes widened in shock. This man's speed was unimaginable; despite having his gaze and senses locked onto him the entire time, the moment he moved, it was as if he had vanished into thin air.

The Grand Elder couldn't even catch a glimpse of his movement, it was as though he had simply appeared in front of him out of nowhere.

Smack!

Yun Wuji ignored the Grand Elder's shock. He casually raised his left arm and slapped him. As his hand struck the Grand Elder's right cheek, the elder's profound energy instantly dispersed, and his body went limp, soft as tofu. Sent flying with the sword master in his grasp, they smashed into a nearby wall with a loud crash.

"Grand Elder! Sect Master!"

The elders, who had just recovered from their initial shock, cried out again, their faces turning even paler. One of them ignored Yun Wuji entirely and rushed toward them. However, he had barely taken half a step when Yun Wuji suddenly appeared in front of him. With a casual slap of his left hand, he sent the elder flying.

Smack!

"Elder Mo!"

Smack!

"Elder Mi!"

Smack!

"Elder Ma!"

Smack!

"Elder Miao!"

Smack!

After slapping the first elder into a coma, Yun Wuji appeared in front of another and sent him flying with a single slap. Then another. And another. One by one, the elders were struck down, their bodies flung through the air like ragdolls. He didn't stop until every last one of them had been slapped into submission.

"Stop! Lord! Please stop! We submit! This little one... no, the entire Sun Death Sword Realm is willing to submit! We swear to follow your lordship to the death! From this day onward, your orders are as sacred as a mandate from the heavens!"

At that moment, the Sun Death Sword Master regained consciousness. He struggled free from the Grand Elder's arms, crawled forward, and shouted with all his might. Dropping to his knees, he knocked his head against the ground repeatedly, his voice trembling with desperation.

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He regretted it. Why didn't he listen to Ming Peng? Why did he overestimate himself and try to fight back? Why did he even think he stood a chance in the first place?!

Looking at the rubble around him and the elders buried in deep craters, their fate unknown, his heart ached. Why had he dragged the sect down with his own selfishness? His life and dignity were nothing compared to the survival of the sect.

If it were destroyed today because of his recklessness, he would never be able to forgive himself. He wouldn't have the face to meet his ancestors in the Yellow Springs!

The only path left for them now was to follow in the footsteps of the Dark Roc Clan and submit to this crazy bastard!

"That's not enough." However, when he heard Yun Wuji's voice, Sun Death Sword Master's heart sank into an icy cellar.

"Did you forget what I said earlier? If you resist, the price you'll pay will be far greater," Yun Wuji said as he walked forward slowly, his hands clasped behind his back and a warm smile on his face. Behind him, Ming Peng followed with his head lowered, like a humble servant.

Sun Death Sword Master's throat moved, making a gulping sound. He hesitated for a moment before asking, "What price must I pay to earn your forgiveness, my lord?"

"Hmm, what a difficult question. Let me think for a moment..." Hearing his question, Yun Wuji scratched his chin and fell into thought. After a brief pause, he suddenly clapped his hands and said, "You're lucky. Today, I'm in a very good mood, so I won't skin you alive, grind your bones, or have all sorts of animals rape you."

Ming Peng, who had been following behind him, suddenly came to an abrupt halt. He raised his head sharply, staring at Yun Wuji's back. His blood ran cold, and he nearly blurted out, 'Fucking crazy bastard!'

'!!!' Sun Death Sword Master was no different. When he heard Yun Wuji speak those words in such a casual tone, paired with a warm smile, he not only felt his blood run cold, his entire body stiffened as if frozen. He clenched his buttocks tightly and stared at Yun Wuji with trembling eyes, his mind filled with dread.

Yun Wuji didn't seem to care about their reactions to his words and continued casually, "How about this? You only have to slap yourself 100 times, and from now on, you'll change your name to Pepe Julian Onziema."

'That's it?' Hearing Yun Wuji's demand, Sun Death Sword Master felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had originally feared that the order would be something perverse and utterly twisted, like crippling his cultivation or forcing him to kill his own descendants. But now, it seemed Yun Wuji's demand was... somewhat normal?

Although both acts, slapping himself and changing the name given to him by his parents, were undeniably humiliating, and under normal circumstances, he would never agree to such a thing, even if it meant death, compared to the horrifying scenarios he had imagined, this seemed almost tame.

"Good!" Yun Wuji nodded in satisfaction. What he had just done was a simple psychological trick. He made them imagine far worse scenarios first, then presented a less severe one that might have seemed hard to accept. However, compared to the imagined horrors, it felt much more bearable, almost like he was being generous.

It was a basic negotiation tactic; first, ask for an absurd price, then lower it to the price you actually want, making the other party feel like they're getting a great deal.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

Without waiting for Yun Wuji's order, Sun Death Sword Master...no, Onziema, began slapping himself in the face without the slightest hesitation.

The elders, the Grand Elder, and even Ming Peng watched the scene unfold with complex expressions.

Ming Peng, initially feeling disgraced by his own experience of being slapped in front of his juniors, now found himself somewhat relieved. Compared to Sun Death Sword Master, who slapped himself in front of his own subordinates with an ugly smile, his own humiliation seemed nothing.

Although the Northern Divine Region was far crueler than the other Divine Regions, this level of humiliation was rare. It usually only happens between people with deep, personal grudges.

Of course, Yun Wuji had no personal grudge against these people. His main goal was to gather resources. However, he also didn't want to deal with betrayal, as it would only hinder his progress and waste his time. The best way to prevent this was to instill fear in them. With enough fear, betrayal would be much less likely.

Of course, this method wasn't sustainable in the long run, but Yun Wuji didn't need them to work for him for long anyway. His goal was simply to get what he needed, and once that was achieved, he would no longer have any use for them.

Pa!

After the last slap, Sun Death Sword Master, no, Onziema, kowtowed, his forehead hitting the ground as he said, "Thank you, my lord, for giving me a second chance! This little one will do his best to follow all your orders!"

"Sect Master!" The elders stared at their sect master's humble attitude, their hearts trembling. Just how much humiliation was he enduring in this moment, all for their sake?

"Although you're not as smart as Ming Peng, you're not beyond redemption," Yun Wuji glanced at Ming Peng before turning his attention back to 'Onziema,' who was still kneeling. "Here's my first order; Since your two sects have already submitted to me, the others must do the same as well."

"I will leave this matter to you both. In one week, I want all the Nine Great Sects to have a new Lord," Yun Wuji commanded.

Ming Peng and Sun Death Sword Master exchanged a glance before responding in unison, "Yes, my lord!"

That's right! Since they both had endured this humiliation, why should the other sects be exempt? If every sect went through the same treatment, it wouldn't feel like a humiliation anymore. After all, they would all be the same in the end.

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