"In fact, not only will they not blame you, but on the contrary, they will think you have skills and are of great use!"
"Whether the methods are dirty or not does not matter, as long as they can be used. The victor becomes king, by any means necessary, is the iron rule of this world."
"As long as you win, no matter how disgraceful your past, how heinous your actions, how filthy and sordid, there will still be foolish people who admire you."
"Conversely, as long as you lose, no matter how noble your character, you will only be ridiculed and discarded by others."
Jin Yicai was still somewhat concerned: "But what if the matter is exposed..."
The black-clad Leader’s gaze slightly darkened, "As long as you can win, even if the matter is exposed, Ancestor over there will cover for you."
"Don’t forget, you are the direct lineage of the Jin family, with the Jin family and the Sever Gold Sect, sharing glory and loss together! How can Ancestor and the others not know?"
Jin Yicai suddenly understood and completely put his mind at ease.
"Alright, cousin, I will listen to you in everything."
The black-clad Leader slightly nodded, then opened the demon skin paper, saying:
"This set of items still needs a demon skill or demon magic as a foundation."
"In my opinion, it is best to paint a Monster Pattern. Here at the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Monster Patterns are complete, various bone and blood materials are of superior quality."
"The Monster Patterns in this diagram encompass fierce beasts like Bear Pi, tigers, leopards, or fierce birds like the golden eagles and falcons. Choose one, and I will tattoo it on you..."
The black-clad Leader unfolded the Formation Diagram on the demon skin.
Jin Yicai looked at them one by one, feeling none were quite to his liking.
His gaze swept down, suddenly his eyes lit up, pointing at a Monster Pattern, saying: "Cousin, tattoo this Dog Pattern on me."
The black-clad Leader was clearly stunned, "What?"
"Dog Pattern."
Jin Yicai repeated again.
The black-clad Leader nearly thought he had misheard.
Jin Yicai chuckled, with a hint of sinister evil in his smile:
"Cousin, to be honest, these days, there have been too many female cultivators sneaking into my cave mansion in the middle of the night, those bitches are quite annoying, yet they’re so youthful and enticing, they itch my heart, I must properly deal with them."
"It’s said, Dog Demon..."
Jin Yicai showed a look that could only be understood but not described.
The black-clad Leader’s expression was stunned, for a time somewhat incredulous.
Then his face sank like water, his heart both disdainful and enraged.
Indeed, spoiling creates useless brats!
In this world, even a running dog harbors the heart of tigers and wolves.
This young master born with a silver spoon, in his bones, is just a lustful wild dog?!
The black-clad Leader’s forehead twitched, suppressing his anger, he said:
"Are you sure?"
Jin Yicai was completely unaware of the Leader’s disdain, still looking self-satisfied, saying:
"Cousin, I’m sure. In this world, there are so many who sell their lives, taking risks, charging into battle, such things don’t need me to do, as long as I live comfortably and happily myself, that is enough."
The black-clad Leader was silent for a long time, then finally said indifferently:
"Fine."
Jin Yicai showed a look of joy, "Thank you, cousin!"
The black-clad Leader’s expression showed neither joy nor anger, only speaking in a deep voice: "You chose this yourself."
"Of course."
Jin Yicai looked expectant, he could almost envision himself indulging in nightly revelry, fighting tirelessly.
"Good!"
The black-clad Leader said indifferently.
Then he silently took out the pen and ink, following the line on the demon skin paper, drawing a Four Symbols Canine Pattern Formation on Jin Yicai’s back.
He used a Bone Pen, dipped in human blood, to draw the Monster Pattern.
This was a process of an Evil Formation, accompanied by sinister pain.
Jin Yicai grimaced in pain, several times trying to struggle to get up, shouting in a hoarse voice.
The black-clad Leader, however, ignored him, like slaughtering a pig, pinning Jin Yicai down on the table, his wrist steady, the pen like a knife, dripping with blood until a Four Symbols Canine Pattern Formation was completed.
After it was drawn, Jin Yicai was soaked in cold sweat, slumped on the ground, panting heavily, intermittently saying:
"Cousin... It’s just drawing a Formation, why is it so painful? It’s as if my flesh and the Formation Patterns are forcefully sewn together..."
The black-clad Leader’s expression remained unchanged, but his gaze grew more disdainful.
If he can’t endure this little pain, what kind of cultivator can he be?