“I won’t personally be able to benefit from the Mahātmā Jade. However, I'm acquainted with a Paramount God from the dao of devils who’s willing to trade it for something extremely valuable to me.” Yang Qi was so adept and spinning yarns such as this that he hardly needed to think about it.

Of course, even if he had told the truth and said that he planned to assimilate the Mahātmā Jade, there was no way Summer Soundfyre would have believed him.

“Are you from the dao of devils?” Summer Soundfyre asked, suddenly on guard.

Yang Qi laughed. “Look at me. Do I seem like I am?”

“You’re obviously a scholar from a confucian college, who cultivates pure confucian techniques. So it’s surprising that you’re friends with a Paramount God from the dao of devils. People like that are unreasonable, villainous backstabbers. They would kill, sell, or even eat their own wife or child if it benefited them. Maybe you made a deal with a Paramount God like that, but that’s like asking a tiger for its skin. Definitely far more dangerous...