Chapter 2810: Live or Die?

Respectfully lowering his head, Hong Zun, who looked obedient and clever, heard the mysterious person's words and glanced at the confident smile on his face, secretly letting out a breath in his heart.

This first step is considered accomplished.

Wanting to escape, given the huge disparity in strength, gaining the other party's trust is the primary prerequisite; otherwise there is not even any room to operate.

Now this mysterious person so easily believed himself, even able to fill in the blanks on his own, especially that inexplicable confidence, which made Hong Zun's previously prepared explanations unnecessary.

That is actually a good thing.

However, what surprised Hong Zun even more was still to come.

Seeing that, after hearing this speech, the mysterious person nodded satisfiedly and then spoke.

"You have this awareness, I am pleased. So from now on, you will be in charge of managing those companions of the Human Race; as long as you can guarantee efficiency, I can guarantee your safety."

Huh???

Upon hearing this, Hong Zun's heart blossomed with joy—could there be such a good thing?

He immediately thanked repeatedly; seeing this, the mysterious person's smile became even more radiant.

After a few rounds of flattery, Hong Zun patted him until he lost his bearings.

However, he was not completely devoid of reason; in the end he still did not forget to issue a warning.

"But if anything goes wrong, I will be the first to take your life."

"Please rest assured, my lord, I will certainly not disappoint you."

"Alright, go ahead, do as you said, rest for six Shíchén, then continue."

"Yes."

Respectfully withdrawing from the cabin, the first step is accomplished; next he will slowly plan, waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing Hong Zun emerge from the cabin unharmed, the many Human Race cultivators present, who had been silently watching, all wore complex expressions.

What the hell did that guy do in there just now?

Waiting for Hong Zun to return, without even speaking, a Heavenly Palace Celestial Official stepped forward and whispered a question.

"What did you just go do?"

"Looking for a way to escape."

Hong Zun replied calmly; hearing this, the Celestial Official's eyes lit up and he hurriedly asked.

"How?"

What everyone most wants right now is naturally how to escape, but the surroundings are shrouded in that white light, and coupled with the outrageous strength of those few mysterious persons, there is simply no chance.

Now that Hong Zun says he has found a way to escape, the Celestial Official is naturally excited in his heart.

However, when Hong Zun spoke and simply recounted what happened in the cabin, the Celestial Official was left stunned.

Our Human Race possesses Immortal Pills; after taking them, only six Shíchén are needed to fully replenish one's depleted Línglì, allowing continued work.

Upon hearing this, the Celestial Official was stunned, gritting his teeth as he lowly shouted.

"Are you sick? Why are you telling him these things?"

"Are you actually looking for a way to escape, or have you become a traitor?"

The Celestial Official looked at Hong Zun with a complex expression; for a moment he had no answer in his mind—was this old fellow really one of us?

Originally everyone could rest for ten Shíchén, but with your doing this, everyone can now only rest for six Shíchén.

Moreover, do you think Immortal Pills are like cabbage? Even he doesn't have many of this grade of Immortal Pill on him.

If they are used up, what then?

Facing the Celestial Official's questioning, Hong Zun replied lightly.

"In this situation, we can only place ourselves in a desperate situation to survive; first we must gain the trust of these fellows, otherwise there is not even any room to operate."

Hong Zun's words were decisive, giving the impression of having everything under control.

This bluffing expression instead made the Celestial Official's heart tighten—could this old man actually have a method?

Otherwise how could he be so firm and resolute?

With three parts doubt in his heart, he asked.

"What method do you have?"

"Heaven's secrets must not be revealed."

Huh???

Damn it, seeing Hong Zun's inscrutable appearance, the Celestial Official couldn't help but grit his teeth in secret.

"You're the one who said you have a method; now I ask you, yet you say heaven's secrets must not be revealed—damn it, can you actually do it or not?"

However, before the Celestial Official could continue questioning, Hong Zun immediately went on.

"Right, I have now been appointed by that mysterious person as a steward, specifically to manage everyone."

Huh???

"And you still claim you're not a traitor?"

For a moment, the Celestial Official felt an urge to slap Hong Zun to death with one palm.

"You just went to the cabin and damn it became a steward—I really doubt your loyalty."

Nevertheless, without waiting for the Celestial Official to speak, Hong Zun continued.

"So, the beginning of my plan has succeeded."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain; what I need now is for everyone to cooperate with me fully, to take those Immortal Pills and work harder, so that the mysterious person trusts me more, giving me more opportunities—I am confident I can escape and contact reinforcements."

Hong Zun spoke with a confident, resolute expression, his words steady, yet hearing this, the Celestial Official still felt it lacked grounding.

If what this old fellow says is true, it would not be impossible for everyone to cooperate with him wholeheartedly.

The number of Immortal Pills is indeed not large, but sustaining for a few days should be no problem.

By then, if we all share and help each other, we can hold out for a few days.

But the problem is, this all hinges on the condition that this old geezer in front of us genuinely wants to save people and actually has a way to do so.

But now, looking at Hong Zun, he feels that no matter how he looks at him, this old geezer seems like a traitor.

Thus, the heavenly official fell into silence for a moment, unsure what to decide.

It wasn't just him; the others nearby who had just heard Hong Zun's words were the same—each stared at Hong Zun with scrutiny, remaining silent.

On the contrary, Qi Xiong, Yun Xiantai, and the others stepped forward to voice their strong support.

"Friends, we are all of the Human Race, and so is my junior disciple. Now we are all grasshoppers on the same rope—no one would act as a traitor at this point, and my junior disciple's loyalty is beyond doubt."

"Not bad; my disciple has been clever since childhood. Right now we can only win by wit, not by force. Please trust my disciple once more—I can pledge my life."

"Me too."

"I also pledge my life."

Yun Xiantai and the others all spoke up, willing to pledge their lives to guarantee that Hong Zun will never betray the Human Race.

Only then did the others waver slightly; the leading heavenly officials exchanged glances without speaking, but it was obvious to anyone that they were now using Spiritual Voice Transmission to discuss the matter.

It didn't take long before a decision was reached; the heavenly official who had spoken earlier turned his head to look at Hong Zun and said.

"The immortal pills will at most last five days. How confident are you?"

"Eighty percent."

Hong Zun replied without hesitation. Hearing that, the heavenly official gave him a deep stare, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

"Good, for these five days we will fully cooperate with you—just tell us directly if you need anything."

"Thank you."

"By the way, could you spare a few immortal pills for me and my disciple? We don't have any on us."

Huh???