Immortality Through Array Formations

Chapter 1289: Chapter 740 Conspiracy_3

“The higher-ups of the Sever Gold Sect, various families, including the Jin family’s elders—under all kinds of restraint, this matter cannot proceed for now…”

“My father blames everything on me, thinking it’s my fault he can’t become Sect Leader.”

Jin Yicai’s expression contorted slightly. “Does he even reflect on it? If he truly had the capability, these seventy years ago, he would have already ascended by now.”

“Who knows what he’s been doing all these years? And now, at the last critical step, he blames me for ruining his big opportunity?”

“Tell me, is this even my fault?”

Jin Yicai’s gaze turned venomous. “If it hadn’t been for that despicable Gu Changhuai meddling in my business, catching me red-handed, listing my crimes, and reporting them to the Taoist Court, would I have fallen to this state? Forced to endure my father’s scolding, shamed utterly, and confined to this cave residence?”

“It’s downright laughable…” Jin Yicai sneered coldly. “My father and the others, they always preach about the worthlessness of common lives, saying human lives are mere grass, that it’s unnecessary to consider some people as equal to us. Treating them as cattle horses would suffice. And we, as the offspring of the Jin family, are naturally born superior, far removed from ordinary people, different in destiny.”

“But what happened? I believed those words. I treated human lives like grass. I indeed stood above others. Yet all I did was direct some lackeys to eliminate a few insignificant beings, refine a few batches of pills—not even dirtying my own hands.”

“My father, my grandfather—suddenly they righteously rebuke me, claiming my mindset is skewed, not following the Righteous Dao…”

Jin Yicai sneered incessantly. “Absolutely absurd!”

The tall cultivator’s pupils slightly contracted. He spoke with indifference, “Do not defame your family’s elders in the presence of outsiders.”

Saying so, he glanced at Jin Gui.

Jin Gui immediately hung his head low, pretending not to have heard anything.

He knew, despite sharing the surname “Jin,” he was not truly considered part of the Jin family in their eyes. He was merely slightly better than grass and cattle horses.

Jin Yicai also realized he had misspoken, but his expression remained frosty, unwilling to appear contrite.

Nevertheless, toward his steady yet ruthless “cousin,” whom he had grown up with, his heart remained a mixture of closeness and reverence.

“Brother, what should we do now?” Jin Yicai’s face was exceptionally grim. “I’ve already suffered my father’s cold shoulder. If I provoke greater calamity this time, my father would undoubtedly beat me to death!”