Chapter 725: I’m Going Out to Eliminate Him!

In Su Che’s memories, there were two particularly clear danger warnings—one targeting Zong Yi, and the other before he arrived at the Wu Huang Tribe on Wu Huang Star during his Golden Core stage and saw the Statue of the Wu God.
That time, even before landing on Wu Huang Star and entering the Wu Huang Tribe, Su Che already had a badpremonition. As expected, the Statue of the Wu God forced a transformation of his inner Wu God True Blood. If it weren’t for the Magic God True Blood of the Sky-Devouring Rat stepping in to save him, he might have already turned into a Wu Clan member.
Back then, he thought such danger warnings were an overreaction. Now, looking back, Su Che realized that during the transformation by the Wu God True Blood, the secret of the Immortal Prison was also at risk of being exposed.
“It seems it’s not so much my ability to sense danger, but rather the Immortal Prison Pagoda detecting danger and warning me in advance!”
Su Che finally understood: “If I have similar dangerpremonition again in the future, it means the secret of the Immortal Prison might be leaked. I must take it extremely seriously and can’t rely on luck to save myself anymore…”
He had been confused before, but now he truly understood what the danger signals were aimed at.
Lao He was also deeply moved: “I really didn’t know the Immortal Prison Pagoda had such predictive abilities.”
Unintentionally spoken, it inspired Su Che greatly.
“Since the Immortal Prison Pagoda itself has vague predictive abilities, why not make them clearer, more definite, or even expand them?” An idea struck Su Che.
“Master, you’re not planning to…” Lao He guessed.
“Yes.”
Su Che replied in his heart, “I want to make these predictive abilities a function of the eight layers of the Immortal Prison.”
Lao He immediately warned, “But the Great Prophecy Art among the Three Thousand Great Paths also has similar effects. Won’t it be a waste of repetition?”
“The Great Prophecy Art?”
Su Che dismissed it in his heart: “Firstly, the Great Prophecy Art is the third-ranked Great Path art. The higher its rank, the lower the chance of mastering it. It’s said that only one Immortal Lord in the Immortal Realm has mastered it. To learn it, I must capture this Immortal Lord alive and extract this skill from him…”
“Capture an Immortal Lord? What are the chances of that?”
“Even if I can acquire this ability someday, when will that be?”

Su Che thought to himself, “Secondly, even Great Prophecy Art cannot truly predict the future. It is merely a method that can, to some extent, draw on the power of the Heavenly Dao to shape the future of oneself or one’s enemies in order to fulfill certain desires. Yet its scope of prediction is quite limited.”
“Moreover, how could my trust in Great Prophecy Art compare to my trust in the Immortal Prison? Naturally, I would choose to believe in my own ability to predict through the Heavenly Dao rather than some method devised by the external cosmic Heavenly Dao.”
Su Che meant that his own abilities were far more reliable than borrowing power from others. One’s own destiny should best be in one’s own hands.
After hearing Su Che’s views, Lao He nodded and said, “Speaking of which, if one could truly have the ability to predict the future, that would be incredibly powerful. Avoid disasters in advance, foresee success or failure, resolve crises ahead of time, determine outcomes beforehand, know where treasures will appear, even find out whether one’s son is male or female… Good heavens, that would be amazing!”
Male or female son? Nonsense, ignore it!
Su Che nodded and said, “Although it may not be as wonderful as you imagine, what do you think now that the functions of the eighth layer of the Immortal Prison are set up this way?”
“That’s it!”
Lao He said cheerfully, “This function is indeed very powerful.”
Su Che smiled inwardly and temporarily settled on this idea. After all, when the seventh layer of the Immortal Prison would be accessible was still unknown, so it was still too early to realize the functions of the eighth layer.
Furthermore, Su Che didn’t think of this predictive ability as exaggerated like what Lao He had just described. He believed that true, complete prediction couldn’t exist in the world. Having a somewhat vague intuition was already good enough. If one could know the answers to everything in advance, life would lose its fun, suspense, and surprises.
It’s good enough—nothing should be excessive…
Of course, for now, this was just an idea. Whether the Immortal Prison Pagoda could create such a function was still uncertain. Only after successfully unlocking the seventh layer and reaching the threshold for the eighth layer would the pagoda give a definite response: “Possible! It will list several conditions for unlocking it; Impossible! Please design more practical and reasonable functions instead.”
Putting this aside for now, the top priority should be figuring out how to find the relics left by Zong Yi on the Immortal Demon Battlefield within ten years.

“For this matter, I really have to trouble Princess Lan Ling of the demon race; she’s the only one who can do it.”
The thought of dealing with that troublesome female demon made Su Che feel a bit headache. After all, he had promised her that within three years, as long as all the immortal artifacts in the Immortal-Demon Battlefield were gathered, he would send her to the Immortal Realm.
“I’m worried that the item Zong Yi wants might not seem like an artifact at all on the surface—it could be some unremarkable thing that the demons would overlook in their tombs.”
Su Che thought to himself, “So, I must determine which tomb Zong Yi’s son is in, and then bring everything out of it.”
Lao He rubbed his forehead and muttered, “The problem is, we don’t even know if his damned son is a cat or a dog, male or female—how are we supposed to find him? That old bastard Zong Yi didn’t leave any clues before leaving.”
Swish!
Su Che created a water mirror in front of him, showing the appearance of the black-and-white Annihilation Hand.
The actual item was still with Zong Yi, but Su Che had memorized it and could now recreate it in image form.
Besides that Annihilation Hand, the other 1,999 high-quality artifacts meant to be sent to the Wanxiang Refining Gate were still piled up in that VIP room. Zong Yi didn’t care about those things at all.
Su Che couldn’t send anyone to deliver those artifacts to the Wanxiang Refining Gate, because doing so would be equivalent to admitting that he was involved in the disappearance of Zong Yi and his two disciples.
If he pretended not to know, well, the three of them had left Haoyuan Tian Market openly, and they had already taken the goods, so they had nothing more to do with Tianxuan Treasure Shop.
Moreover, after taking over another body, Zong Yi now possessed the strength of an Immortal Emperor and could move unseen. Aside from Su Che and Emperor Feng Lin, no one knew that “Zong Yi” had returned to Tianxuan Treasure Shop.
The Wanxiang Refining Gate didn’t even have the right to go to Emperor Feng Lin to verify this matter—they couldn’t even think of him as a possible source of information.
Next, Su Che called Zhuo Feng and Yuan Yuan over and gave them all the instructions he needed. Then he went to the back of the shop, activated the teleportation portal again, and returned alone to the Immortal-Demon Battlefield.
Using the observation water mirror of the Sealing Demon Array, Su Che located Lan Ling’s position, created an illusionary body, and appeared beside her.
“Here to collect the goods again?”
At that moment, Lan Ling was bathing in a crystal-clear pool, her gracefully curved figure completely exposed to Su Che’s eyes.

Strangely, neither she nor Su Che seemed to care about their naked state—because Su Che didn’t treat her as a human at all, and she felt the same way. Su Che even remarked indifferently, “Those two things are way too big. Aren’t you tired?” Lan Ling held one of the large flesh masses in front of her chest with each of her small hands and nodded, saying, “I didn’t think they were this big when I was wearing clothes… Human women are quite troublesome, aren’t they?” “You can also turn into a man. Why limit yourself to being female?” Su Che asked casually. “With that thing swinging between my legs?” Lan Ling showed a disgusted expression. “I’d rather have those two fleshy balls hanging down to my heels to kick around.” Su Che smiled silently. He wanted to ask her for a favor, so he chatted with her a bit to get closer to her and build a mental connection. Lan Ling waved her hand again, inviting him, “Bring your true form over. Let’s take a bath together!” She gestured toward the space between Su Che’s legs with her right hand. “Don’t worry. I won’t squeeze it burst.” Su Che snorted. “I’m not worried that you’ll squeeze it burst. I’m more concerned that you might move it around and turn it into a tail.” “Haha…” Lan Ling slapped the water and laughed loudly. “That’s a great idea! Really creative of you!” At that moment, Su Che immediately thought that after today, some unlucky Copper-Winged Demon would probably be fortunate enough to undergo such a form of enhancement… After the joke, Su Che’s illusion crouched by the edge of the pool and said softly, “I came to see you this time not to pick up the goods, but because I need your help with something else.” “Help?” Lan Ling’s expression changed instantly, and her voice rose. “Does the help you’re asking for mean I’ll have to wait three more years?” “Not necessarily.” Su Che smiled. “It depends on your leadership skills. If you’re efficient, you might find the answer in just a few days.” Lan Ling snorted coldly, dipped her body, and submerged in the water, acting like a sulky little girl. Su Che transformed his hand into the Formless Hand in the clear pool water and continued, “I need to know which floating boulder this palm-shaped magic artifact came from. And I also want everything from that boulder tomb, including the corpses—nothing should be left behind.” “Impossible!” Lan Ling screamed and jumped out of the water with a splash, sending at least one-third of the clear water flying everywhere.

Tens of millions of floating boulders—who knows which tomb they were taken from? If investigated thoroughly, the scale of the work would be unimaginable.
“This matter is very important to me!”
Su Che spoke gently but with great seriousness.
“What does it matter to me?”
Lan Ling continued to scream, her two mounds on her chest bouncing along.
“If this doesn’t succeed, I’ll die,” Su Che explained patiently. “If I die, who will take you out? Do you want to wait another tens of millions of years?”
“Who dares threaten you?”
Lan Ling roared, “I’ll go out and kill him!”
“A Celestial Emperor,” Su Che said softly.
Uh…
Lan Ling suddenly lost her temper. She was stunned for a moment before thudding back into the pool.
Water splashed, but miraculously, it filled up again…