Advent of Immortal Truth

"Why don\'t you just join me and become a member of the No-Void Sect?"

Ning Zhuo showed a troubled expression: "Even though No-Void Sect is your sect, Brother Sun, its reputation is quite bad."

"I just want to rob the rich to help the poor, to punish evil and promote good. I don’t want to become a real thief."

"Ah, um… Brother Sun, I wasn\'t talking about you. You\'re different from the others, really!"

"Alright, alright." Sun Lingtong waved his hand repeatedly, "I was just saying it casually. If you don\'t agree, forget it."

"You just said you want to rob the rich to help the poor, so let\'s play something more exciting. Hehe!"

Ning Zhuo was curious: "What\'s more exciting?"

"Robbery!" Sun Lingtong\'s eyes lit up.

In a narrow alley.

Ning Zhuo and Sun Lingtong suddenly jumped out, surrounding a thug.

"Robbery!" Sun Lingtong shouted.

"Mm-hmm." Ning Zhuo nodded, feeling a bit nervous as it was his first time robbing someone.

The thug was initially startled, then burst into laughter: "You two kids think you can rob me?"

Sun Lingtong became furious: "How dare you underestimate me? Xiao Zhuo, get him!"

"Mm!" Ning Zhuo rushed forward.

He was a Qi Refining cultivator, only at the first layer, while the thug was a martial artist who had mastered internal energy.

Their hands clashed evenly, but during the stalemate, Sun Lingtong struck the thug on the back of the head with a brick, knocking him out.

Ning Zhuo was shocked: "He-he\'s not dead, is he?"

Sun Lingtong, pleased with himself, dusted off his hands: "Don\'t worry, I know my limits."

Although Ning Zhuo had successfully committed robbery, he wasn\'t elated. He often drifted into thoughts, troubled and uneasy.

Sun Lingtong noticed this and chuckled, pulling Ning Zhuo by the hand: "Come, let\'s go back."

"Go back for what?"

Sun Lingtong led him back along the original route, bringing Ning Zhuo to witness the thug waking up.

The thug discovered all his belongings were gone, and he flew into a rage, cursing aloud. He returned to his gang\'s territory and extorted small vendors along the way to make up for his losses.

Following behind, Ning Zhuo clenched his fists in anger: "Let\'s rob him again!"

A gleam flashed in Sun Lingtong\'s eyes, and he suddenly said: "Xiao Zhuo, have you ever thought about how, after we rob him, he will take it out even worse on the poor?"

"There’s a better way. Why don’t we just kill him and make him disappear from this world?"

Ning Zhuo was startled, his expression full of shock, and he stammered: "Kill—kill someone? That doesn\'t seem right."

He had never considered killing anyone.

Sun Lingtong smiled slightly and patted Ning Zhuo on the shoulder: "If you don’t want to, then forget it. I was just mentioning it in passing."

Ning Zhuo’s face turned pale: "We should just teach him a lesson, give him a deep impression, and let him receive proper punishment!"

As the frequency of thefts and robberies increased, Ning Zhuo quickly grew in experience, no longer as naïve as before.

"Your mindset is still unstable, you need more training. Follow me." Sun Lingtong dragged Ning Zhuo out, placed talismans on both of them, transforming them into two middle-aged men.

He took Ning Zhuo into a mortal gambling den, where they gambled intensely, sometimes winning, sometimes losing.

The intense atmosphere of the casino opened Ning Zhuo\'s eyes.

After several hours of gambling, Sun Lingtong brought Ning Zhuo home and asked him about his thoughts.

Ning Zhuo said that it was eye-opening: "So this is how these people think!"

"Brother Sun, you\'re amazing, it\'s like you can read minds."

"You sent me voice transmissions, constantly analyzing the gamblers\' mindsets. From the changes in their expressions, you could deduce the size of their hands. It\'s as magical as a spell!"

Sun Lingtong asked the key question: "What do you think of gambling?"

Ning Zhuo shook his head: "I don\'t like gambling. I prefer working step by step, accumulating success steadily."

"As long as you enter a gambling game, there’s always a chance of losing. But if you become the one running the casino, you’re the player. I prefer being the player."

"However, I also understand that sometimes you have no choice but to gamble!"

Sun Lingtong clicked his tongue: "You don’t like the feeling of gambling? How are you just like my master?"

Every time they gambled, Sun Lingtong usually won more than he lost.

Occasionally, he would take Ning Zhuo to high-end restaurants, ordering large tables of delicious dishes to nourish Ning Zhuo’s body.

"Come, little brother, let big brother treat you to some wine." Sun Lingtong pushed a cup of wine to Ning Zhuo.

Both of them were disguised as grown men by the transformation talismans.

Ning Zhuo took a sip and coughed continuously: "It\'s too spicy, it tastes awful!"

Sun Lingtong shook his head: "You don\'t understand. Wine is a wonderful thing."

He hadn’t originally liked drinking either, but over the years, waiting in caves for his master, he gradually started drinking to drown his sorrows and discovered the benefits of wine.

"I have an idea." Sun Lingtong called for some sweet wine.

This time, Ning Zhuo could drink it down. The wine was sweet, not spicy at all.

And then he got drunk, his eyes misty, his face flushed.

Sun Lingtong supported him as they left the restaurant.

Halfway home, Ning Zhuo saw someone calling out to him: "Gentlemen, come in and have some fun."

He curiously pointed at the sign of the Yan Hong Lou: "Brother Sun, this must be a fun place."

"Every time we pass by, I see people coming in and out, and I can hear people singing and playing music inside."

"It’s the most lively place at night!"

"Let’s go in and have some fun. It must be great."

But this time, Sun Lingtong\'s face darkened: "No, we’re not going!"

"Little brother, you\'re still too young. This place is not for you yet."

"Let’s go home. I’ll take you home!"

…

The soul-searching continued.

In Sun Lingtong\'s home, he had become a prisoner.

His soul and body were separated, his soul held in the hands of Judge Cha.

"Judge Cha is one of the Four Great Ghost Judges."

"I used the treasure seal to summon a god. Even though it was only a projection, a Foundation Establishment peak cultivator like Sun Lingtong wouldn’t be able to resist it."

"No matter how powerful the Empty Mind Seal is, it shouldn’t withstand such intense, continuous soul searching!"

The blind judge Qi Bai\'s face was cold.

However, despite Sun Lingtong’s soul enduring the agony of the soul search for more than half a day, Qi Bai still hadn’t gained any results.

"How could this be?"

Qi Bai was surprised, and with a cold snort, he finally used his top-tier talent.

The Dead Eye of Nether Communication!

In an instant, he regained his sight.

What appeared in his vision was a dim and gray world.

Only ghostly beings emitted faint green, blue, and other ghostly lights.

Qi Bai saw Judge Cha and Sun Lingtong’s soul.

The projection of Judge Cha was radiating a majestic blue light, extremely stable, shining like a gem.

Sun Lingtong\'s soul was emitting a green light, which fluctuated like water waves, surging violently. This indicated that his soul was suffering severe damage, while his emotions were also in turmoil.

Whenever a wave of light was about to burst out, a seal would appear deep within Sun Lingtong’s soul.

The seal was weak but tenacious, and whenever the light tried to break free, it was suppressed by the seal and immediately vanished.

Seeing this, Qi Bai immediately understood: "Judge Cha’s divine power is immense, Sun Lingtong cannot stop the soul search interrogation."

"But the information obtained through the soul search is all erased by the Empty Mind Seal, leaving only a blank."

"Ordinary outer disciples absolutely can’t do this."

"I didn’t expect that, even though Sun Lingtong hasn’t practiced the orthodox techniques of the No-Void Sect, he has such an understanding of the sect’s great path."

"What a pity he only cultivated a boy’s technique. If he had practiced the sect’s orthodox methods, his achievements would have been remarkable!"

Qi Bai only looked for a moment before he deactivated his talent.

The Dead Eye of Nether Communication was extremely powerful. In terms of its potency, it was definitely at the celestial level.

However, it had a significant drawback, one that was difficult to avoid.

Every time it was used, it consumed his eyes. Over time, not only would his vision deteriorate, but his eyes would be completely ruined.

Qi Bai had already overused his talent, leading to his blindness, which was nearly impossible to cure.

Many powerful healing methods could restore his normal vision

, but they would damage his talent.

Once both eyes were completely blind, every time he used the Dead Eye of Nether Communication, it would shorten his lifespan.

So, each use reduced his lifespan by a little, and the price was steep.

"One use is enough." Qi Bai returned Sun Lingtong\'s soul to his body.

Qi Bai sneered coldly: "Next, Sun Lingtong, scream to your heart’s content."

"My soul punishment is unique in the entire sect."

Qi Bai activated a spell, summoning various small ghosts that crawled onto Sun Lingtong, pressing him down.

His entire body exuded Yin energy, cold winds swirling around him.

He took out coffin nails and ruthlessly drove them into the back of Sun Lingtong\'s hands.

Tap, tap.

Two soft sounds, and Sun Lingtong\'s hands were nailed to the pillar, his small body hoisted up, feet hanging off the ground.

Sun Lingtong\'s eyes widened, a hoarse sound escaping his throat, and he stared at Qi Bai with eyes full of rage.

Qi Bai, however, was surprised: "Why aren’t you screaming?"

"It doesn’t make sense."

"I specifically returned your soul to your body, using physical punishment to affect your soul, increasing your pain."

"Under my soul punishment, how are you not making a sound?"

"Did you use some special spell to block the pain?"

"No, that’s not right. If you really had, I wouldn’t have missed it when I used my talent earlier!"

Qi Bai felt doubtful and called in the hooked-nosed man and the man with triangular eyes.

He cast a spell on both of them, one using coffin nails and the other using soul punishment. The man with triangular eyes screamed miserably in pain, while the hooked-nosed man rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth, passing out after only a few breaths.

"Now that’s more like it." Qi Bai relaxed, turning back to Sun Lingtong, his expression cold and grim. "I didn’t expect that in such a small body, you’d have the courage of a real tough guy!"

"Hehe, I want to see how long you can hold out!"

Qi Bai’s competitive spirit was ignited by Sun Lingtong.

He began torturing Sun Lingtong, using all sorts of severe punishments. He wanted to see Sun Lingtong weeping in pain, to hear his cries and wails!