Feeling that he was lagging behind, Yan Feng felt a sense of crisis. He gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, wailing so loudly that his grandfather even shouted out.

They knew in their hearts that they had betrayed Qin Cheng once before.

If you don't act more senior this time, you will definitely die without a burial place!

After all, no one would like a guy who betrayed someone twice.

Seeing Yan Feng kneel down directly, Yang Gong and the others could no longer stand.

All four people fell to their knees, crying and slapping themselves.

For a while, there were constant slaps and begging for mercy. The four of them were competing to see who was more shameless, which made everyone in the Poyun Sect look dumbfounded.

Yang Gong and other monks who were in the second stage of the Tribulation Realm, and who were considered superior in their eyes, did not expect that they would do such a deed in order to survive.

Shouldn't it be them, the disciples, who were the first to break down and beg for mercy, and then you seniors angrily scolded us, saying we would rather die than surrender?

But seeing the formation getting closer and closer, there was almost no place for everyone to stay.

Everyone felt that what Yang Gong and others did was right.

Plop!

As a result, except for the leader of the Poyun Sect, the two elders and Yuncheng, everyone else knelt down.

With pleading words in his mouth, each one slapped his own mouth wildly.

They didn't know if it would work. Anyway, Yang Gong and the others did it first, so they would try it before talking.

The leader of the Poyun Sect also looked livid.

He actually wants to do this too!

However, Yang Gong and others may not care if they are alone, but with so many disciples and juniors next to them, it is a bit embarrassing to kneel in public.

"Mr. Qiu, Grandpa Qiu, we are useful to you. There are countless altars along the way. You will definitely need help from thugs. We don't want anything. As long as we can spare our lives, we can help whether it is an altar or something else.

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After begging for mercy, Yang Gong began to show his worth.

"Qin Cheng, you must not be soft-hearted at this time."

Seeing that Qin Cheng's expression seemed to have changed, Fu Mo glared at these people.

"These guys are just feeding unfamiliar wolves. They can betray you once today and a second time tomorrow, and they can't control it at all."

"I understand this."

Qin Cheng also nodded.

Yang Gong and others are indeed good in cultivation, but the reason why they can betray is that they are not puppets and have their own ideas.

Such people are at risk of stabbing themselves in the back at any time.

The reason for this is that Qin Cheng does not have many useful means to control them.

After cultivating to the realm of transcending tribulation, there are almost no means to control monks of the same level.

Regardless of their strength, Yang Gong and others have higher cultivation levels than him, which means that Qin Cheng cannot refine or even search for souls.

As for the monks in the Tribulation Realm, even if their cultivation level is higher, they can still become mindless servants.

That's why Qin Cheng chose to use poisonous pills to control these people, but now it looks like it's still not enough of a deterrent.

The reason is also very simple.

After all, his current identity is Qiu Zuo.

Even if Yang Gong and others cannot find a way to break the poisonous elixir produced by a monk who is not famous for refining medicine, they may not think that real medicine cultivators can't break it.

This is the most troublesome.

You know that your poison elixir is very powerful and that these people will never be able to crack it until they die, but the other party doesn't know it, so naturally they are not that afraid.

Moreover, it is impossible for Qin Cheng to blow up his identity just for such a thing.

That won't necessarily be effective, and may actually be more dangerous.
Chapter completed!