Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 265 - 167: We Don’t Care!

"Wait, I still have something to say!"

Saqir was dumbfounded upon seeing the Taotie actually devour half its arm in one gulp.

One knows their own matters best.

No one was more aware than Saqir of how dry a Witch Demon's arm was, and how many curses and plagues it contained.

Saqir originally thought the Taotie was just putting on a show, but it really ate it!

Watching the Taotie about to take another bite at its thigh, Saqir finally panicked.

"Damn it, what kind of monster is this thing?"

Saqir was pinned to the ground by the Taotie's paw, completely powerless to struggle, and could only twist its head slightly to look at Zhao Yi, pleading, "Make it stop, I can tell you everything you want to know! Ah… damn it, don't bite my leg, do you know how expensive it is to fix a leg? Damn it, you're really damned, I'll kill you! Ah… I was wrong, don't bite my neck…."

Zhao Yi, seeing enough from the side, asked Saqir, "Tell me, what are you doing in our world?"

As Zhao Yi asked, the Taotie cooperatively halted.

Saqir breathed a sigh of relief, sneaking a glance at the Taotie, which was using its paw to pick its teeth with disdain, then turned to Zhao Yi, still shaken, saying, "First, get it away from me, then I'll tell you everything."

Zhao Yi looked at it coldly, his face expressionless, "Do you not understand your situation? You do not have the right to negotiate with me! Answer my question, or my beast will eat you, there is no third option!"

The Taotie, seeing Saqir look its way, immediately bared its teeth and snarled at it.

The Witch Demon's name was now firmly etched in the Taotie's memory.

Stinking and dry, sticking to its teeth, it now ranked even more prominently than stinky tofu in its mind.

Frightened by the Taotie, seeing it drool while looking at him, thinking it hadn't eaten enough, Saqir instantly caved: "I'll tell, I'll say everything!"

Saqir said, "The esteemed Sage of Time received a sensation that his residual soul in this world dissipated, and sent me to investigate what happened."

Hearing this, Zhao Yi was slightly taken aback.

The thing the male lead encountered in the Divine Hall of Time really dissipated?

Zhao Yi felt it would not be that simple.

While Saqir spoke, it kept sneaking glances at Zhao Yi's expression, seeing that he showed no reaction, its gray eyeballs spun around.

It tentatively asked, "You know the residual soul of the Sage of Time, right? Could it be you are the Messenger?"

Zhao Yi first nodded, then shook his head: "I do know of the residual soul of the Sage of Time, but I'm not the Messenger, the Messenger is my brother."

Upon hearing this, Saqir was suddenly relieved, then grumbled, "Ah, this turned out to be a misunderstanding! You should have declared your identity sooner, then we wouldn't have fought!"

Zhao Yi curiously asked, "Why?"

Saqir naturally replied, "Because I am also a Messenger from the Magic Plane World, the Messenger is the pathfinder for the treasures arranged by the esteemed Sage of Time in each Plane World, we are all on the same side. You're the brother of a Messenger, naturally of the same side too!"

Treasures?

Zhao Yi was more and more puzzled, confusedly asking, "My brother said the Messenger's mission was to monitor the Ancient Race, what treasures are you talking about?"

Upon hearing this, Saqir laughed heartily and said, "In the early years, the Messenger's mission was indeed to monitor the Ancient Race, but that was over hundreds of thousands of years ago, the Ancient Race has long vanished, so the Messenger's mission has become treasure-seeking!"

"What treasures?" Zhao Yi asked.

Saqir shook its head, "I don't know."

"The esteemed Sage of Time also did not clarify, he only said it was something he inadvertently discovered in the River of Time."

"The Ancient Race left behind a mysterious Little World that continuously extracts cultivation resources from the Three Thousand Small Worlds."

"Until the Three Thousand Small Worlds are completely emptied, and all Plane Worlds become End of Dharma Worlds with no cultivation resources, only the Ancient Race's Little World would remain."

"By then, the Ancient Race would truly be eternally unique!"

Zhao Yi frowned, "But I haven't felt any changes in the Spiritual Energy of the Cultivation World!"

Saqir said, "The Ancient Race's actions were very covert, of course, you can't feel it in just one or two hundred years. But the esteemed Sage of Time observes on a scale of ten thousand years, and eventually discovered that the magical, spiritual, and other cultivation resources of the Three Thousand Small Worlds were indeed decreasing, and the rate of decrease is accelerating. Now, the cultivation resources of the Three Thousand Small Worlds are less than half of what they once were!"

Zhao Yi was suddenly shocked: "So much has been lost?"

Saqir asked, "If you don't believe me, you can go back and ask the elders of your family, hasn't the cultivation speed of your clanspeople slowed considerably over these hundreds of years?"

Zhao Yi neither agreed nor disagreed with this.

For the Zhao family's cultivation technique did not follow the usual path, their cultivation speed had not slowed much.

However, there had indeed been fewer Great Cultivators in the Cultivation Realm in these past few centuries than before.

The Cultivation Realm thought it was because the Zhao family was occupying too many resources, so they formed the Immortal Alliance, wanting to pull the Zhao family down from the altar.

Now it seemed that the lack of experts appearing in the Cultivation Realm likely had something to do with the resources being siphoned from the Cultivation World.

"Where is the Ancient Race's Little World?"

Zhao Yi, with a thought, directly asked "Gu" in the Divine Sense World.

"Gu" did not respond, and when Zhao Yi looked at It, he found the bright red phantom of 'Gu' seemed clearer than before.

Not only "Gu", the nearby "Ling" of Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes also appeared more solid.

Unlike the previous times when Zhao Yi had come and the "Ling" of Thousand Hands and Thousand Eyes would just chatter, this time it also remained strangely silent.

The two gigantic phantoms stood silently, gazing at each other, the scene looking both grand and eerie.

Zhao Yi waited for a while, but without receiving any response, his Divine Sense returned to reality.

He knew too little about these two entities, so far, he hadn't even figured out in what form they existed.

Zhao Yi once suspected they might be projections of some mysterious existence, but after this period of observation, it didn't quite seem so.

Both phantoms possessed fully autonomous awareness, unlike controlled puppets.

Of course, it was also possible they were being controlled, Zhao Yi couldn't tell.

He had just come into contact with the outside world, and the lack of information was truly overwhelming, making it hard to make judgments on many things.

Witch Demon Saqir saw Zhao Yi's silence and thought he was stunned by the sudden news, smiling smugly.

"Now you see the benefits of being a Messenger, don't you?"

"Among the Three Thousand Small Worlds, only the Sage of Time has noticed the change in cultivation resources, while others are completely unaware of the existence of the Ancient Secret Treasure!"

"The Ancient Race's secret world has stolen half of the cultivation resources from the Three Thousand Worlds. Can you imagine how prosperous that world must be?"

"As long as we find the secret world, under the leadership of the Sage of Time, directly ruling the Three Thousand Worlds will be no problem!"

Zhao Yi looked at Saqir and asked, "And what about the Ancient Race? Does my brother still monitor it as a Messenger?"

Saqir casually replied, "Why monitor such things?"

"It's been hundreds of thousands of years. If the Ancient Race were still around, they should have appeared long ago!"

"No trace of them until now, maybe they are already extinct!"

"Did your brother get the information about the Ancient Race from the residual soul of the Sage of Time? The residual soul has been in this world too long, and doesn't know what goes on outside anymore!"

"The outside world has changed; wars rage across the Three Thousand Worlds and different races are engulfed in flames; the gods of the Spirit Realm have no interest in handling the Ancient Race's affairs. The immediate priority is finding the secret world of the Ancient Race!"

Hearing this, Zhao Yi nodded, "That's good, I'm relieved by what you said!"

The foundation of the Cultivation World is still too weak.

The ancestors of the Zhao Clan have just broken through to Tier Ten Void Realm, but their states aren't stable yet.

If creatures from other Plane Worlds were to attack now, the Zhao Clan wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Now, the outside world has started to become chaotic.

The Cultivation Realm, which should have been at the center of the storm, has instead become a forgotten sanctuary.

This gives the Zhao Clan a large amount of time.

"Very good, your attitude makes me satisfied."

Zhao Yi smiled and nodded, "One last question, how did you come to our world, and can others come freely too?"

Saqir had a good attitude and was open with Zhao Yi's questions.

He answered, "Travel is freely possible between other Plane Worlds, which is why those worlds are constantly at war. But your world is different; it's jointly sealed by the gods, leaving only a special passage that opens once a month, and only Messengers can enter."

"Where's the passage?" Zhao Yi asked hurriedly.

Saqir seemed very confident about the Messenger organization. Knowing Zhao Yi was the brother of a Messenger, he was not at all secretive.

Saqir said, "The passage is inside that stone wall just now. Break the wall, and the passage is exposed; it must be repaired quickly, or there will be trouble if the bugs of this world discover it!"

After hearing this, Zhao Yi nodded, "Alright, I'll find someone to fix it later."

Saying this, he winked at the Taotie.

Saqir thought Zhao Yi was going to let him go, and gray eyes showed joy. Then he heard a "crack," as the Taotie bit off his neck.

Saqir immediately became furious, "What are you doing? We're both Messengers, working under the Sage of Time; we're on the same side, why let your pet bite me?"

Zhao Yi looked at him without speaking.

Taotie frowned, showing an unwillingness as it opened its mouth over the witch demon's head.

Saqir realized Zhao Yi was serious, and his face changed instantly, "Don't kill me; I can tell you everything I know about the Ancient Secret Treasure..."

Crack!

The Taotie bit Saqir's head and reluctantly swallowed it.

The witch demon's life force was really strong; its head was split in two but it could still speak, "You can't kill me! Your brother is a Messenger, if I die in your world, the Sage of Time will not spare your brother!"

Hmm?

Zhao Yi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Is there such a benefit?

Double luck!

Seeing Zhao Yi's lack of intent to stop, Taotie opened its mouth and swallowed Saqir's head whole.

Zhao Yi commanded from the side, "Don't just eat the head; there's the body too. Eat everything! You're still a child, it's time to grow, being picky is not a good habit!"

Taotie reluctantly bit down and swallowed the witch demon's entire body.

Taotie finished eating, turned its head and spat furiously, "Master, this thing tastes awful! It's smelly and hard, like the stones in a latrine. Can I avoid eating it next time?"

Zhao Yi didn't pay attention, instead considering Saqir's words.

The witch demon is deceitful, Saqir's words were possibly to mislead Zhao Yi.

The Sage of Time hasn't relaxed his vigilance against the Ancient Race.

Furthermore, with Saqir's convincing speech, the secret world of the Ancient Race should indeed exist.

"However, that's not the most important thing."

While speaking, Zhao Yi glanced at the collapsed stone wall in the distance.

The immediate task is to quickly repair the damaged passage.

The Cultivation World is the Zhao Clan's territory.

Having outsiders come and go freely is simply unacceptable!

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