Chapter 113.1: The Power of the White Supremes Disciple
How could the Origin be taught? Absolutely impossible! What does Big Brother even know about the Origin?
Qi Yuan’s plan couldn't even pass the first step, let alone the rest! That was how utterly nonsensical it was. Chen Huan regretted ever believing in him!
"Who said the Origin can't be taught?" Qi Yuan said softly. "Chen Huan, if I pass the Origin to you and help you ascend to Supreme, will you serve me for a hundred years?"
Chen Huan answered without hesitation, "Forget a hundred, make it a thousand, I'm in!"
Qi Yuan said blandly, "Swear on your inner demon."
"You're serious?" Chen Huan stared wide-eyed. Qi Yuan didn't seem to be joking.
"Yes," Qi Yuan nodded, his tone deep and mysterious. "Opportunity stands before you, whether you grasp it is up to you."
"Fine! Who's afraid of a little oath!" Chen Huan's carefree nature showed. No wonder he'd been stuck in the City of No Return for so long.
"I swear upon my inner demon. If the City of No Return's Guardian successfully teaches me the Origin and helps me ascend to Supreme, I shall serve him for one hundred years. If I break this oath, may my inner demon burst forth and destroy me!"
In the Flowing Wind World, swearing upon one's inner demon was the most solemn vow of all. Breaking it truly led to death, as the inner demon would devour the body, its spawn awakening prematurely.
Chen Huan shrugged casually, "Big Brother, I've sworn the oath. Now you'd better take me under your wing and help me step into the Supreme Realm."
At that moment, Qi Yuan's robes turned crimson for no apparent reason. A deep red cloak draped over his shoulders as a mysterious aura rippled around him.