Xianxia: I Built the Heavenly Secret Pavilion; All People Worships Me (Patreon)

Chapter 51: Are you threatening me?

"This is treating me like a three-year-old, isn't it?" Bei Chenheng coldly laughed within.

Any reasonable person should understand that the words of those in power are not trustworthy, especially those who have been God Emperors.

They only use what is valuable; if something loses its value, it's kicked aside.

Even one's own family members are not spared. How much credibility can one expect from them?

Currently, the only reliance Bei Chenheng had was the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method. If he lost this trump card, what use would he have?

Qi luck doesn't recognize a master. As long as anyone from the Bei Chen family controlled the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method, they could achieve what Bei Chenheng had accomplished. In that case, what would happen to him?

"I'm afraid I'll disappoint the ancestor," Bei Chenheng said nonchalantly, "The Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method is a Divine Art granted to the younger generation by a senior. Whether I can hand it over to the ancestor depends on the senior's agreement."

"Oh?" A soft sound emanated from the void, expressing some surprise at this explanation.

After a momentary pause, Bei Chenfeng spoke again, "Who is the senior you're referring to?"

"This Senior is the Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion!" Bei Chenheng answered.

Silently, he added, "Senior, forgive me. I have no other choice. If I surrender the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method, death is inevitable. I hope the senior can help me."

"The Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion?" Bei Chenfeng's voice carried a hint of doubt.

He searched his memories for a while but found no clues.

In his era, there was no master using that title.

"If you hand over the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method to me, I will handle negotiations with the Master of the Heavenly Secret Pavilion," Bei Chenfeng's voice echoed once more.

"I'm afraid I can't do that. The senior, the Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion, possesses extraordinary strength and sits at a position to observe all changes in the world. If I were to surrender the method to you, it might displease the senior."

Bei Chenheng's voice paused for a moment before he continued, "If the senior were to vent his anger on the Great Yin Dynasty, I'm afraid everyone would bear the consequences, not just me."

"Are you threatening me?" Bei Chenfeng's voice turned cold.

He rose to fame at a very young age, possessing unparalleled strength. He had already cultivated to the peak of the Saint King, with only a hair's breadth separating him from a Great Saint. Such a figure naturally carried an air of arrogance.

What he found most intolerable was threats.

Those who had done so in the past before him had long turned to dust beneath the tombstones.

"This is not a threat; junior is merely stating a fact." Bei Chenheng shook his head and spoke in a low voice, "If the ancestor doubts, you can visit the Great Wilderness City. The Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion resides there."

After saying this, Bei Chenheng felt a bit uneasy.

Given the senior's strength, he should surpass the level of a Saint King, right?

Initially, Bei Chenheng couldn't discern the depth of the senior. Anyone who could reach this level was no ordinary person; they should be a Great Saint or even a Quasi Emperor.

Hmm… So, even if the Ancestor went, there was a 99 percent chance he wouldn't be a match for the senior!

"Do you think the three words 'Heavenly Secret Pavilion' can restrain me?" Bei Chenfeng was furious.

His aura became even more oppressive, like a mountain crashing down on Bei Chenheng.

Every bone in Bei Chenheng's body crackled as if they were about to be crushed. He seemed on the verge of obliteration.

Bei Chenheng's complexion turned pale, and sweat soaked his clothes. "If the Ancestor doubts, you can directly probe my soul. The Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method is in my mind!" Bei Chenheng said with a cold gaze and a firm voice.

Bei Chenheng's eyes were cold, and he spoke in a deep voice: "The Ancestor can take a gamble. Let's see if the Great Yin Dynasty can withstand the wrath of that senior!

"However…" Bei Chenheng continued, "I have a warning for the Ancestor. If the Great Yin Dynasty, with its centuries-old foundation, is destroyed, Ancestor will bear the blame!"

"Hmm?!!!" In the ethereal space, Bei Chenfeng, seated cross-legged, heard these words.

His eyes flashed like lightning, and his robe stirred without any wind.

The terrifying coercion permeated the surroundings, tearing open horrifying rifts in the void, as if signaling the end of the world.

"The Master of Heavenly Secret Pavilion?" Bei Chenfeng snorted disdainfully. "Even if I go, what of it? If I find out later that you deceived me, forget about the position of God Emperor, your life will be taken by me!"

As his words landed, the pressure on Bei Chenheng instantly dissipated.

He sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Regardless, he managed to pass this hurdle by relying on the banner of the senior.

However, it couldn't be considered a complete success.

To survive completely, he had to see whether the senior was willing to speak up for him.

"With the senior's capabilities, he should be able to figure out my current situation," Bei Chenheng thought to himself.

The senior was omniscient; if a Saint King came to investigate, wouldn't he know the cause and effect?

If… he held some value in the eyes of the senior, perhaps the senior would intervene and save him.

If… he didn't have enough value, the senior might choose to remain aloof.

The crucial point was the senior's intentions. Any sentence from the senior could determine his fate!