CHAPTER 1490: CHAPTER 1490: ACTING SKILLS SHOWDOWN!

On an island in the ocean.

Ye Qiu sat cross-legged, feigning recovery.

The Blood Ancestor and Satan watched Ye Qiu, rapidly communicating mentally.

"It seems this kid is really seriously injured. When should we make our move?"

"Let’s probe this kid’s background more. Here’s how we can do it..."

After a brief mental exchange, the two interrupted Ye Qiu’s cultivation with smiles.

"Young Master Ye, since we have plenty of time, there’s no rush to recover. How did your fight go with the Eight-headed Serpent?" Satan asked.

Ye Qiu gave a wry smile: "The Eight-headed Serpent’s power is extraordinary. If I hadn’t exhausted all my strength to survive, I might not have met you two. As for that serpent, it should be dead."

"Actually, that Eight-headed Serpent was created by the imposter god. It only had the aura of a Void-breaking Realm but its true strength was in the Emperor Realm. Otherwise, I would’ve been the one dead. No matter how strong I am, I couldn’t cross realm levels to fight."

"Oh? Is that so? No wonder that strange serpent obeyed that guy." Satan nodded in agreement.

The death of the Eight-headed Serpent surprised them both, but Ye Qiu’s explanation was reasonable. They had sensed the serpent’s aura before, which indeed had the majesty of the Void-breaking Realm. Upon hearing Ye Qiu’s words, they realized it was all just a facade.

In truth, what they didn’t know was that Ye Qiu said this only to reduce their guard against him.

Ye Qiu believed only by explaining it this way would the two be wary of him.

"Hehe... Young Master Ye is indeed the top expert. It must have taken a lot of effort to kill such a monster." The Blood Ancestor laughed.

Ye Qiu nodded: "After fighting that monster, I only have about two-tenths of my strength left. But fortunately, you two are here, so I can focus on my cultivation without worrying about my safety."

Hearing this, the Blood Ancestor and Satan both sighed in relief, finding it reasonable. After all, Ye Qiu was a Martial Artist in the Emperor Realm. Being lucky enough to kill the Eight-headed Serpent was already a matter of fate and chance. It’s normal for his strength to be depleted. If Ye Qiu still appeared full of energy, they might reconsider whether to continue robbing him of his treasures.

Just as the two were about to speak again, Ye Qiu spoke first: "How did both of you fare against Shangdi? Seeing you both returned safely, you must have dispatched Shangdi."

Upon hearing Ye Qiu mention Shangdi, Blood Ancestor and Satan’s expressions became a bit strange, but it was only for a fleeting moment. Blood Ancestor then explained: "After Young Master Ye killed the Eight-headed Serpent, we naturally did not disappoint. That imposter god is dead, and we even turned his body to ashes."

Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up with joy and he exclaimed excitedly: "Great, now we have one less enemy."

Seeing Ye Qiu’s excitement, Blood Ancestor and Satan exchanged a subtle glance, feeling they had deceived him. This kid was easier to fool than they had expected.

"Hmm, something’s not right..." Suddenly, Ye Qiu’s expression changed, causing Satan and Blood Ancestor’s hearts to skip a beat. Could they have exposed a flaw?

"Did you two shatter his soul as well? Otherwise, he might reappear." Ye Qiu asked.

The Blood Ancestor and Satan: "..."

They originally thought Ye Qiu’s sudden doubt indicated he discovered something, but he was simply asking this. They almost thought they had been exposed. In reality, they hadn’t killed Shangdi; escaping alive was already fortunate. Had the descended beings cared, they would have perished long ago.

Yet they were confident Ye Qiu didn’t know this. Since they intended to kill for treasures, deceiving Ye Qiu by telling him Shangdi was dead was inconsequential. After all, they wouldn’t let Ye Qiu leave alive today.

"Rest assured. Young Master Ye, you thought of that, and so did we. The imposter god’s very aura, let alone his soul, was obliterated by the two of us, leaving not a trace. He’s completely vanished from this world; even a true god couldn’t resurrect him."

"Exactly. We blasted every bit of him to dust. I don’t believe he has any divine skills left to resurrect himself."

The Blood Ancestor and Satan played along. Had Ye Qiu not been cautious, he might have fallen for it.

Was Shangdi really that easy to kill? Seeing how they downplayed it, Ye Qiu was sure there was an 80% chance Shangdi was still alive.

Yet, Ye Qiu couldn’t expose them and decided to play along, feigning belief: "The two of you are truly remarkable. Eliminating this ancient foe, you must feel a great weight lifted."

"Hehe... Young Master Ye speaks truthfully. With this millennium-old enemy gone, there will be no more conflicts in the future." Satan said with a smile, suddenly changing the subject: "By the way, Young Master Ye, I noticed during your battle with the Eight-headed Serpent, you wielded a very marvelous sword. It was golden and dazzling, looking quite extraordinary!"

"That divine sword is indeed powerful. Is it the Sword Control Technique from China? Could you let us take a look at it?" Blood Ancestor probed.

"Blood Ancestor, that’s rash. After all, it’s Young Master Ye’s treasure, not something to casually show others." To make it more convincing, Satan even chided Blood Ancestor.

Blood Ancestor chuckled, repeatedly apologizing to Ye Qiu: "Young Master Ye, forgive me. I didn’t mean any offense. I’m just curious about that sword. Wielder like us have never used weapons; it’s mere curiosity. If Young Master Ye is unwilling, I’d never insist."

Finally showing their true colors?

Even feigning recklessness, this act deserved an award. Ye Qiu wanted to grant them the Best Actor Award.

Instead of martial artists, they should pursue acting.

With a cold smile, Ye Qiu realized they were ultimately after his treasures.

They want to see the Bahuang Sword, don’t they?

But as long as they hadn’t openly turned hostile, Ye Qiu was willing to play along. So, he decided to showcase his acting, hesitated for a moment, then with a tone of loyalty and sacrifice, said: "Having shared life and death together, if you two wish to see my weapon, there’s no harm."

Saying this, Ye Qiu tapped his waist, and the Bahuang Sword materialized out of thin air. He held it in his hand and passed it to the two.

During the moment Ye Qiu tapped his spatial pouch, he clearly noticed the fiery eyes of Satan and the Blood Ancestor.

Holding the Bahuang Sword, they felt its weight and extraordinariness. This must be the reason those descending beings sought out Ye Qiu.

It was precisely for this sword they came.

Satan and the Blood Ancestor exchanged a glance, clearly coveting the sword. With their strength, they could naturally sense its exceptional nature. Though they weren’t sword users, they certainly wanted to claim this treasure.

"Are they unable to hold back from making a move?"

Ye Qiu observed them silently, ready to retreat at the first opportunity.