Chapter 839: I Believe It Now

Two burly men entered the room—Juli Li and Hao Gang.
Just by looking at them, Hao Gang’s most striking feature was his long, slightly curly hair that resembled steel wires, with a bronze-metallic sheen and clearly much thicker than normal hair.
He was a great shaman who wielded the primal power of gold.
“Please, gentlemen, have a seat,” Su Che said, not even rising to greet them. He simply gestured toward the two chairs in front of him.
The two men sat down. Juli Li glanced around the room and casually asked, “Why isn’t Great Shaman Tianyin here?”
Su Che didn’t bother to hide his answer. “He’s cultivating in my personal space. He probably won’t emerge for another ten years.”
For a shaman with almost infinite life, ten years was nothing compared to what ordinary people consider ten hours. Logically, Juli Li and Hao Gang shouldn’t have any objections to Tianyin retreating for ten years. But since they clearly came looking for trouble, they could easily come up with countless reasons to object.
“Well…”
Juli Li frowned, the ‘frown-shaped wrinkles’-shaped wrinkles on his forehead changing shape as well. His tone sounded troubled. “There are many matters within the clan that need Great Shaman Tianyin to handle. Retreating now doesn’t seem appropriate.”
Hao Gang simply nodded silently, staying quiet for now, as he could tell Su Che’s attitude was extremely arrogant—clearly, Su Che didn’t even bother to pay them attention.
This angered Hao Gang. Though he knew Su Che’s true strength couldn’t be judged by his apparent cultivation level—being only at the first level of Immortal Emperor, he might still possess combat power on par with his own.
He had long heard that Su Che could unleash combat power a hundred times greater than normal. Even at the level of Mysterious Immortal, he had remained undefeated in wrestling matches, easily defeating warriors from their clan.
Still, for a mere human to dare treat such a renowned shaman like this was intolerable.
“I, Hao Gang, possess peak strength just below that of an Immortal Lord. Facing three or five Immortal Emperors at the ninth level isn’t a problem for me. How dare you, a wretch like you, look down on me?”
Though Hao Gang remained silent, he had already made up his mind. Next, he would find an excuse to teach Su Che a harsh lesson. Ideally, he could also force Tianyin to come out.
Want to cultivate in seclusion?
You’ll have to ask me and Juli Li first!

These were all Haogang’s thoughts. Su Che spoke calmly and nonchalantly, “The affairs within the Witch Tribe can still be resolved by you two great witches, right? Even if you’re too busy to spare time, there are still over a dozen other great witches. The Witch Tribe is powerful, full of experts—surely they can spare even ten years of cultivation time, right?”
Juli laughed heartily and replied in a deep voice, “The Witch God has ordered that in his absence, the Great Witch Tianyin shall oversee all matters in the tribe. No one can replace the duties of the Great Witch Tianyin; we dare not overstep our bounds.”
Su Che tilted his head back and smiled oddly, “Really not daring?”
Juli’s expression stiffened. How could he not sense the strong provocation in Su Che’s tone and demeanor?
“Lord Holdorder, what do you mean by this?”
Haogang’s face darkened, his gaze sharp as a blade, fixed on Su Che’s eyes. With control over the fundamental power of gold, he indeed could use his gaze to kill silently.
“Alright,” Su Che nodded and said calmly, “I’m too lazy to play word games with you. If there’s anything to say, let’s just say it plainly. I’ll stay here for ten years. During that time, no one is allowed to disturb Tianyin.”
With that, he smiled arrogantly again, “Actually, I could easily take Tianyin and leave the Witch Tribe’s base for now, returning after ten years. But I think that just the two of you aren’t strong enough to force me to that extreme. Am I right, you two great witches? Would you dare do such a thing?”
His words were strange in tone, blending threats and flattery. Clearly not kind words, yet they left Juli and Haogang unable to find a reason to confront him.
The Lord Holdorder had come all this way as a guest—would they dare be rude to him?
“Haha, that’s a great question,” Lao He laughed in the Immortal Prison. “Who did you learn such blatant trickery from, master?”
“From you, I guess,” Su Che replied in his heart.
“Haha, exactly, exactly,” Lao He said proudly, clearly pleased.
A heavy, oppressive atmosphere filled the room. After a brief silence, Haogang spoke again, “Since the Great Witch Tianyin insists on secluding herself, we can’t say much more. But I heard that during your last visit, Lord Holdorder was able to easily defeat over a dozen of our warriors with just his Xuanxian cultivation level. Now that you’ve reached the realm of Immortal Emperor, are you interested in going to the wrestling arena and competing with me?”
Using wrestling as an excuse to challenge him, if Su Che refused, according to the Witch Tribe’s traditions, he would surely be looked down upon and labeled a coward.

Even if one can’t win, one shouldn’t be cowardly. Losing a wrestling match isn’t shameful—it at least proves one’s courage.
Normally, Su Che wouldn’t refuse, but…
“I really have no interest in ordinary wrestling.”
Su Che spoke casually, yet his gaze at Haogang carried a fierce and vicious tone: “Right now, I’m only slightly interested in life-and-death battles with weapons!”
Damn it, these two burly guys have nothing to do all day but scheme to take my woman…
Of course, Su Che wouldn’t show mercy to such men.
“Fine! Then let’s have a life-and-death battle!”
Haogang stood up abruptly, his loud voice almost lifting the roof off.
“Let’s go to the wrestling arena!”
Su Che also stood up and headed outside.
Juli and Haogang exchanged glances behind him, clearly communicating silently.
These two ancient witches, who had lived for countless years, were by no means brute forces with simple minds. Faced with Su Che’s extremely extreme attitude upon arriving at the witch tribe’s stronghold, they were skeptical and puzzled.
“Why would this guy propose a life-and-death battle on his own?”
“Could it be he thinks he’s sure to win? Or has the Witch God secretly returned, wanting to use him to get rid of the two of us?”
In just a few moments, Juli and the other man came up with many possibilities. Using special methods, they sent several secret messages to certain people. They believed they would receive the replies within fifteen minutes and arrive at the witch tribe’s stronghold in an instant…
The three of them flew high into the air, heading toward the nearest wrestling arena.
Their flight speed wasn’t fast. Along the way, Su Che spoke casually, “I’ve always wondered—having followed the Witch God for so many years, you two must know him better than anyone else, right? Who put such delusions in your heads to dare defy the Witch God? Haven’t you thought that even if ‘that person’ can outshine the Witch God, guys like you will most likely become the most pitiful victims? Really can’t figure it out?”
The two witches’ expressions changed. Juli replied in a low voice, “Lord, I don’t understand what you’re talking about. We are utterly loyal to the witch tribe—how could we ever defy the Witch God?”
“Stubborn as dead ducks,” Su Che shook his head lightly. “Let me guess—did the Nine Demon Ancestors approach you, promising to make you the other two Demon Ancestors?”
“You…”

Juli and Haogang showed unmistakable astonishment in their eyes as they shouted in unison, “You brat Su Che, stop talking nonsense!”
“Could it be that I really deceived them?”
Su Che laughed heartily and pointed at the arena already in sight. “If that’s the case, then hurry up and kill me to silence me. Once I’m inside the arena, I’ll start shouting and talking nonsense!”
Whoosh!
Before his words faded, he dashed off like lightning.
In an instant, he flew into the arena, leaving Juli and Haogang no time to stop him.
Juli and Haogang both cursed inwardly, utterly unprepared for this man to be so tricky and act outside normal logic. They had only intended to give him a slight trouble, but things had escalated into an uncontrollable situation.
According to the original plan, it was not yet time to confront the Witch God head-on…
However, Su Che observed through his divine senses that Juli and Haogang didn’t show much panic or tension, which led him to another hypothesis.
“Could it be that Juli and Haogang have defected to the demons? The Witch God must already be aware of this, and they’re only hiding things from each other, waiting for the final breakthrough.”
“It’s very likely that the Nine Demon Ancestors have already met with the Witch God, though she hasn’t agreed yet. In that case, Juli and Haogang’s task is to create pressure within the Witch Clan to force the Witch God to defect to the demons as well.”
“After all, the hostility of the immortals in the Immortal Realm toward the Witch Clan isn’t much greater than that toward the demons. It doesn’t seem too difficult to persuade the Witch Clan to defect to the demons or form an alliance.”
“For example, the Nine Demon Ancestors only need to describe another universe in chaos—one more suitable for the Witch Clan’s survival and development—and most of its members will abandon this universe without hesitation. After all, the laws of this universe had long intended to abandon them.”
“With these advantages, Juli and Haogang can gain covert support from most of the clan elders within the Witch Clan. Since it’s the majority, the Witch God can’t easily punish them directly.”
“Moreover, the Witch God’s own stance might still be undecided. She doesn’t feel a strong sense of belonging to this universe and isn’t willing to share its fate. Therefore, for now, she doesn’t want to completely offend the Nine Demon Ancestors, which is why she tolerates Juli and Haogang’s actions to some extent.”

“The Witch God’s thinking must be that if he can persuade me to join the Witch Clan, it would mean this universe has run out of fate and no hope remains. Then, he will make the final decision to side with the Origin Demons!”
With just a little inspiration or hint, Su Che, the Creator God, could deduce many things and be confident that his guesses would largely match reality.
“More or less, it should be something like that… Lao Hei, do you think my guesses are reliable?”
“Quite reliable!” Lao Hei nodded in agreement. “Anyway, I believe what you just thought.”