Thirteen’s mind wasn't that complicated. Since he had decided to stand with the young master, he felt there was no problem with using a simple method to express his loyalty.
With this thought, Thirteen nodded decisively. Following Liu Buli’s instructions, he quickly swore a blood oath to Lu Wuming, vowing absolute loyalty.
If he broke the oath, he would be backlashed by the covenant, his soul would be directly annihilated, and he would cease to exist.
Thirteen didn't think there was any issue with this, and Liu Buli was naturally very satisfied with his understanding. After all the contracts were concluded and it was confirmed that Thirteen was truly one of them, Liu Buli continued, "You've spent the most time with the Ghost King among all of us. So, tell us, is there anything about the Ghost King that we don't know?"
Upon hearing this question, Thirteen pondered for a moment before speaking. His words, however, didn't differ much from what Liu Buli and the others already knew.
Beyond that, Liu Buli delved deeper with a few more questions and managed to uncover some new information, which somewhat satisfied him.
According to Thirteen, there was indeed an underground palace within the palace the Ghost King had never left.
The underground palace was not small, and descending into it was not easy.
Fortunately, Thirteen had visited the underground palace once before the Ghost King's condition worsened. Therefore, he still remembered its layout and the method to descend.
Liu Buli was extremely pleased to hear all of this.
In his mind, the Ghost King must have placed his primordial spirit in the underground palace. If he couldn't find the underground palace, Liu Buli's original plan was to destroy the entire palace. However, the success rate of that was not high. Learning the location of the underground palace now was incredibly fortunate.
Thirteen's standing in Liu Buli's eyes rose slightly.
Liu Buli had already decided that if Thirteen continued to be so perceptive, once they dealt with the Ghost King and established their dominance in the Ghost Realm, he would definitely arrange a good position for Thirteen!
Ideally, he would be placed by Lu Wuming's side, to remind this fool when he couldn't be there himself. That would be quite good.
Liu Buli’s thoughts were meticulous.
In the following days, Thirteen obediently followed Liu Buli and the others.
It had to be said that when facing ordinary cultivators, Thirteen's strength was quite formidable.
Thus, a new rumor quickly spread throughout the cultivation world—
Besides Lu Wuming, Liu Buli was now accompanied by other members of the ghost race. It seemed Liu Buli intended to conquer the cultivation world with these ghosts, killing all the cultivators.
The emergence of such rumors was merely a tactic to unite the remaining cultivators, urging them to collectively confront Liu Buli and halt his progress.
Unfortunately, the true purpose behind Liu Buli's frenzied actions had already spread throughout the entire cultivation world. Everyone knew that those who had never harmed dragons would naturally not get involved in this mess or engage in any unnecessary conflict with Liu Buli.
It was two months later when the last sect that needed to be dealt with was finally resolved.
Sitting on the ruins of a demolished building, Liu Buli gazed at the setting sun on the distant horizon, the red glow in his eyes growing increasingly distinct. Lu Wuming could clearly see that it was the color of blood.
Sensing his gaze, Liu Buli turned to look at him.
Realizing that the other’s eyes were fixed on his, Liu Buli paused, then smiled and said, "What is it? Are you scared by the color in my eyes?"
That was certainly not the case.
Lu Wuming shook his head.
After some thought, he said, "I'm just a bit conflicted. We've cleared out everyone on the list Master previously gave us. What do we do next? Do we really intend to purge the entire cultivation world?"
In a certain sense, what those outsiders said was not entirely wrong. Lu Wuming was indeed a loyal dog under Liu Buli's command. The most straightforward point was that if Liu Buli wished, even if it meant overturning the heavens, Lu Wuming would absolutely be capable of doing so, let alone killing the entire cultivation world.
However, facing his question, Liu Buli merely smiled and calmly shook his head. With a light sigh, he said, "There are indeed many bad people in this world, but there are also good people. There's no need to take the lives of good people while purging the bad. That's not something a wise person would do, understand?"
Lu Wuming did not understand.
After all, he was never a wise person.
So, he simply stared at Liu Buli's eyes, and after another period of silence, he said, "Master, Wuming doesn't understand what you're saying. Wuming just feels that your current condition isn't very good. Your craving for blood must be even stronger than mine. Shen Muzhi previously said that you took the demonic sword, and if it's not fed with new blood regularly, it will backlash against your own body. So, I feel that if necessary, whether they are good or bad people, Master... Ouch!"
Before he could finish, Liu Buli tapped his head.
It didn't hurt much, but the sensation was so familiar to Lu Wuming that he almost wished Liu Buli would do it again.
However, seeing Liu Buli's serious expression, Lu Wuming knew that he absolutely could not voice such a wish.
Looking at him obediently, he then heard Liu Buli say, "Wuming, while I don't like the cultivation world, it doesn't mean I enjoy slaughtering innocents. What I've done recently is merely repaying debts, life for life. As for this sword, to be honest, I'm quite curious to see what it can do to backlash me if I don't do as it wishes. I am its master. If I were to have my consciousness controlled by an inanimate object, I would feel too ashamed to call myself human anymore."