Chapter 843: Various Guesses, Various Possibilities

Su Che put away the Witch God Token again—now was not the time to use it. Having already shown the Witch God Token, it was clear that taking him away was impossible. Perhaps the two Demon Ancestors, realizing they couldn’t succeed today and unwilling to conflict with the Witch God, would simply leave on their own. That was also a possibility.

Mie Sheng and Ji Mie could understand Su Che’s thoughts. As beings at the level of Demon Ancestors, they certainly wouldn’t act like children, stubbornly insisting on doing something just to waste his Witch God Token. They wouldn’t resort to such pointless actions.

Another reason Su Che put away the Witch God Token was that he wanted to continue competing with the projections of those two Demon Ancestors. To put it plainly, it was a rare opportunity, and he hadn’t had his fill yet.

But…

“Su Che, you’re still too young,” said the Demon Ancestor Ji Mie in a sighing tone, which seemed strange. “Do you really think you can clearly distinguish who your friends are and who your true enemies are?”

Su Che frowned and asked loudly, “Demon Ancestor Ji Mie, if you have something to say, can you be more direct? It’s better not to play these riddles.”

The Demon Ancestor Ji Mie was just a black projection, so his facial expression couldn’t be seen. All that could be seen was him first pointing at the sky and then shaking his head. “To know the answer, you must come with us to the Origin Demon Clan. It’s impossible to explain clearly here.”

What did that mean?

Su Che vaguely guessed that perhaps it was because they were concerned about the power of the Heavenly Dao and couldn’t reveal certain things to him in this universe. They needed to go to the Origin Demon Realm.

It was indeed hard to say who the true friends were; but who the enemies were was obvious— weren’t they the Origin Demon Clan? What mystery could there be in that?

Yet, it had to be admitted that the Demon Ancestor Ji Mie’s words did stir some doubts in Su Che, leading him to consider possibilities he had never thought of before…

Still, Su Che said to him, “Anyway, now is not the best time to go to the Origin Demon Realm. I’ve said I’ll stay here for ten years and go nowhere.”

“Good!” The Demon Ancestor Ji Mie nodded in agreement. “Ten years or a hundred years— we can wait that long. But I still advise you to think carefully.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded away, and he left just like that.

Although Jiemie had left, the Demon Ancestor of Destruction remained. His attitude had always been rather rude. He sneered at Su Che and said, “Foolish kid, here’s another one for you!”
Whoosh!
His entire body transformed into a giant hand that instantly crossed thousands of feet of distance to slam toward Su Che.
How powerful would an attack launched by the Demon Ancestor’s projected form be?
Su Che didn’t dare to meet it head-on. He swiftly drifted hundreds of feet to the side and shot the Demon-Slaying Spear at that black giant hand.
Swish! Swish! Swish! Swish…
Tens of thousands of spear shadows, including the actual Demon-Slaying Spear, were sent forth—all of Su Che’s strongest offensive tactics at the moment.
Hiss… Hiss… Hiss…
The black giant hand, struck repeatedly by the spear shadows, shrank slightly before being pierced through from the middle by the actual spear.
Swish!
This time, it wasn’t the Demon-Slaying Spear that returned to Su Che’s hands. Instead, the roles reversed. Following the mental connection between him and the spear, Su Che teleported over and grabbed the shaft.
It felt as though the spear had summoned Su Che back instead.
By doing so, he ended up behind the black giant hand. Swish! Swish! Swish! Tens of thousands more spear shadows were sent out.
The black giant hand had the ability to track automatically. It turned and slammed toward Su Che once again.
Piercing, teleporting!
Just like that, Su Che and the black giant hand played hide-and-seek, dodging back and forth over a dozen times. Eventually, the hand was reduced to a height of just over ten feet, with almost no remaining power.
As if to drain its last bit of energy, the black hand’s speed suddenly soared by a thousand times, striking at Su Che at a speed he couldn’t possibly dodge.
Smack!
Su Che was hit straight in the face by the slap and was stunned for a moment.
It wasn’t because of its strength—on the contrary, the slap was incredibly weak. When it hit his defensive barrier, it produced at most a crisp sound like a slap, with no lethal force.
With the disappearance of the black giant hand, the Demon Ancestor of Destruction also left.
“What on earth are these old demons up to?”
In the Immortal Prison, Lao He was completely baffled.
Su Che landed on the ground, thought for a moment, and then said to Lao He, “Jiemie told me to think it over, while the Demon Ancestor of Destruction called me a foolish kid and slapped me… I guess it was meant to wake me up with that slap.”
“Wake you up? Why?” Lao He still didn’t understand. “Those two old fools are crazy. Do they really need to wake you up? Damn it, they’re just being mysterious.”

Su Che said, “Perhaps my nature is a bit suspicious, which leads me to consider certain possibilities.”
“What possibilities?” Lao He asked.
Su Che replied in a low voice, “Lao He, think about this. Suppose I manage to eliminate the threat posed by the Origin Demons and protect this universe. What would happen next?”
“That would be great! Everything would be peaceful and prosperous. Aside from the internal world of the Immortal Prison, this entire universe would belong to you, master…”
At this point, Lao He fell silent, realizing the meaning behind Su Che’s words.
When the bird is gone, the bow is thrown away; when the rabbit dies, the dog is killed. Those who achieve too much power threaten their masters—two tigers cannot coexist on one mountain…
Many such phrases, though with slightly different meanings, all implied bad outcomes, flashed through Lao He’s mind.
Without the threat of the Origin Demons, how would the cosmic forces of this universe treat the victorious Su Che?
By then, Su Che would surely possess immense power to control the entire universe and could also pose a threat to those cosmic forces. In their eyes, might he become another Origin Demon?
Many principles in the world make sense: when countries face invasion and are on the verge of destruction, heroes often emerge to save them.
But once the crisis is over and the enemy is defeated, how many of these heroes end up well?
Most likely, they’re executed by the emperor under some pretext.
The reason is simple—once they’ve grown too powerful in saving the country, they become a threat to the emperor’s rule. If left alive, the emperor wouldn’t be at peace.
It may sound cliché, but who can guarantee such things don’t happen?
Really not?
What about those heroes who are utterly loyal to the country and even more devoted to their emperor than to their own parents? What’s their fate?
“If the king demands my death, I have no choice but to die!”
“But I never considered myself someone’s subject. I’m only loyal to myself.”
Su Che sighed softly. “Lao He, the Immortal Prison Pagoda was created by the cosmic forces of this universe. As its spirit, what do you think? Am I being too suspicious? Or have I fallen for the Separation Scheme of the Extinction Demon Ancestor?”
Without hesitation, Lao He replied, “Whether it’s suspicion or a separation scheme, since we’ve thought of it, we should be cautious. We can’t become foolish victims.”

After saying that, he raised his two paws to either side of his head, resembling upright rabbit ears, putting on a pitiful and obedient look.
“Master, I, Lao Hei, am neither a loyal nor a meritorious subject—just a treacherous one. I could never surpass you in merit. Please don’t order my death, ahahaha…”
Su Che was amused by him: “Don’t worry. You’ll always be the greatest hero in my heart.”
Lao Hei collapsed to the ground like struck by an arrow and never made a sound again. Su Che called out to him several times, but he remained motionless, determined to pretend to be dead.
With Lao Hei’s actions, the slight concern in Su Che’s heart dissipated, and he returned to Tian Yin’s residence to sit in silence and ponder his own thoughts. As for Ju Li and Hao Gang, there was no need to pay them any more attention—at this point, even if given a hundred times the courage, they wouldn’t dare trouble him again.
However, that afternoon, another person knocked on the door and appeared before Su Che.
It was the long-absent Witch God.
Although his features had changed, no longer bearing the appearance of a refined scholar, his sharp, rugged features now seemed more suitable for him—this was his true face as shown to all the witches.
Though it was the first time Su Che had seen this face, he recognized it immediately—it was the Witch God.
The domineering aura unique to the peak warriors of the witch race was unmistakable, and Su Che remembered it vividly.
“Witch God.”
Su Che quickly stood up to pay his respects. He had thought the Witch God might appear on his own, but he hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, even on the same day.
“Sit,” said the Witch God, sitting down first. “So, Tian Yin is truly about to be promoted to Immortal Lord, and it’s already so close?”
“That’s right,” replied Su Che. He had no intention of hiding it—there was no way to conceal it anyway—so he nodded in acknowledgment. “If everything goes well, it won’t take ten years.”
A change appeared in the Witch God’s gaze. “Was the Mysterious Yellow Energy you gave her?”
Su Che nodded, but this time he couldn’t answer truthfully. Instead, he said, “I was fortunate to obtain a portion of Mysterious Yellow Energy. I gave half to Tian Yin and kept the other half for myself.”
In the Immortal Prison, Lao Hei, who had been pretending to be dead for several hours, couldn’t help but mutter softly, “Your half is really quite large…”
The Witch God smiled silently without saying a word, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, seemingly lost in thought.

Faced with the Witch God, Su Che wasn’t overly worried. He had already analyzed it in his mind: given Tian Yin’s ascent to the rank of Immortal Lord, it was unlikely the Witch God would be dissatisfied, let alone try to obstruct her advancement. After all, everyone knew that Tian Yin would eventually leave the Witch Clan with him, so there was no possibility of competing with the Witch God for power or profit. Not at all! The Witch God had no need to worry about this at all. In that case, it was better to maintain the father-daughter-like relationship with Tian Yin. No matter where she went, she would still care about the Witch Clan and the Witch God. If the Witch Clan faced an insurmountable crisis in the future, she would surely return to help. Su Che thought that this was how one would think from the Witch God’s perspective, right? Of course, this was just a guess and not necessarily accurate. At this moment, it depended on how the Witch God in front of him would respond…