Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Upon hearing this, Hai Delu sighed and shook his head again:

"The Daoist is a recluse, ignorant of court intrigues. My nephew claims to be loyal to the emperor, but in reality, it's just a case of 'a new emperor, a new court,' and he's unwilling to be stripped of his power, so he's just looking for an excuse to seize it."

Xi Qiao: ...No, since you knew, why didn't you stop them?

Hadelu changed the subject:

"I have come here today, but it is actually for the sake of my good-for-nothing nephew. His martial arts are mediocre, only third-rate, and my internal energy is too cold and yin, so I cannot pass it on to him."

"War often breaks out in the Northwest, and soldiers like my nephew who are convicted and sent to the army are among the first to die. Although I know a few generals on the Northwest border and have temporarily saved him, the battlefield is unpredictable, and I cannot rest easy."

"Therefore, I shamelessly came to ask the Daoist for a genuine Jade Dew Ginseng Pill, so that my nephew may have more power to protect himself."

Hedlu emphasized the word "truly," which carried a strong sense of reminder.

Xi Qiao raised an eyebrow. Hai Delu couldn't possibly know that the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill she used on those twelve people was a fake—he had never even seen the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill before.

"Steward Hai's words have left me momentarily speechless. I certainly possess the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill, but where does the word 'truly' come from? Is the Steward afraid I'll tamper with it?"

Hai Delu's eyes showed hesitation. Could it be that he had guessed wrong? The Six Harmonies Temple had not been able to find a solution to the problem of the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill?

"Please forgive me, Master. I just feel that although the Jade Dew Ginseng Pill has miraculous effects, it is also a flaw from another perspective. Your sect should make improvements."

Xi Qiao did not answer immediately, but slowly picked up the teacup, skimmed off the foam, and then gently sipped it.

Hai Delu stared intently at her, without urging her, but his expression slowly turned to joy as Xi Qiao remained silent—he had guessed correctly!

Xi Qiao put down his teacup and turned to look at him:

"Chief Steward Hai is a smart man. My sect does indeed have a perfect elixir formula."

Upon hearing her admit it herself, Hai Delu stood up excitedly:

"Please, Taoist Master, bestow the medicine. Whatever you ask for, I, Hai Delu, will go through fire and water to do it for you."

Xi Qiao's gaze fell on him. Although she didn't think much of the person, she was still somewhat interested in the soul.

"I can agree, but on two conditions."

Hedluw eagerly awaited her next words.

"Firstly, there is a Japanese kingdom overseas that I want to destroy."

Hai Delu was astonished: the country was destroyed?

What on earth did this Japanese kingdom do to offend this Taoist priest, who was of a relatively mild temperament, to the point of death?

Whether or not she offends anyone is another matter; the main issue is that she suddenly wants to refine the Myriad Souls Banner.

Actually, she had this idea when she got the Soul Banner, but she was worried about attracting the attention of the Heavenly Dao consciousness of the Heavenly Dragon World.

However, now that there are people willingly offering themselves up as tools, that's a different story.

Secondly, a hundred years from now, your soul will belong to me.

When the time comes, by feeding Hai Delu with the remnant souls of the Japanese slaves, a super-powerful ghost general will surely be created!

what?

Hai Delu was momentarily stunned, but quickly regained his composure.

Although I don't know how profound this Taoist priest's Taoist skills are, they should be comparable to martial arts skills. Taoists and Buddhists have always been mysterious and talked about merit and salvation.

He, Hai Gonggong, is no benevolent person. In his life, he has harmed or killed at least eight or ten thousand people. Now he is about to bear the sin of slaughtering an entire country, which seems to fit the standards of these Taoist priests for salvation.

"Thank you, Daoist Master, Hai Delu accepts!"

Although slaughtering an entire nation is extremely cruel, they were not Han Chinese, but merely foreigners; killing them was as easy as killing pigs and dogs.

As for the soul?

Why bother with these things when you're already dead?

If his nephew's life is not saved, after his death there will be no one to send him off with a funeral feast or to erect a tombstone for him to pay his respects. He will only be a lonely ghost, unable to escape the fate of his soul being scattered.

Although it's unknown whether being given a proper rite of passage will be better than having one's soul scattered, at least his nephew's life was saved, so he can't be considered to have failed his sister's dying wish.

made money!

When Hai Delu left Liuhe Temple, he seemed a little dazed.

He was originally worried about how to slaughter a country in the shortest amount of time, but then the Taoist priest Fengsheng, who had escorted him away on behalf of Master Yu, told him some news:

The Wa people had abundant gold and silver mines!

Gold and silver mine!

Hai Delu's eyes widened in disbelief. King Huan was practically desperate for money! Once the news of the gold and silver mine was reported, wouldn't they act immediately?

Once again, Hai Delu couldn't help but sigh, "Just how stupid is this Japanese nation?"

How could someone offend such a person so badly!

He even had a conjecture:

This Taoist priest Yu's contact with King Huan was probably all along a scheme to use someone else to do his dirty work, wasn't it?

He used the Jade Dew Ginseng Elixir to induce the birth of an executioner, and used gold and silver mines as bait to lure King Huan into avenging him.

He took the initiative to approach the Taoist priest, who then noticed him and made him his "supervisor".

Yes, the overseer, the overseer of the massacre.

The Taoist priest Yu made a small request: that he bring a small white triangular flag when he goes to the Japanese kingdom and wave the flag when he goes on a killing spree.

Hmm... it has a bit of a Taoist ritual feel to it.

But none of that matters. What matters is...

Hai Delu touched the small porcelain bottle in his arms, a genuine smile on his face. He had received the real Jade Dew Ginseng Pill from this Taoist priest, Master Yu.

Two pills, taken one day apart, can increase one's cultivation by eight years without shortening one's lifespan or being restricted by others.

Eight years of training might not amount to much for him, but for his nephew, it was enough to save his life in a critical moment.

After descending Wangyun Mountain, Hai Delu immediately used his lightness skill to travel day and night to the northwest border to deliver medicine to his only nephew.