"Do I look insane to you?"

Jiang Xiaoshang rolled his eyes. "What status does this old man have? That mere ancient Chaos Emperor of a bygone age—is he even worthy of my style?"

It sounded like something that begged for a beating, but on closer thought, it was actually true.

Jiang Xiaoshang was, after all, the special avatar of the second most important figure in the Divine Domain. In terms of sheer prestige alone, he really was above the ordinary ancient Chaos Emperor.

Weisheng had no choice but to ask, "Then who do you want to bring in?"

"How should I know?"

Jiang Xiaoshang spread his hands. Seeing Weisheng about to make his move, he hurried to explain, "To fool everyone, we have to find someone whose affinity with him is maxed out. Only then will we have a high enough success rate."

Weisheng frowned. "Maxed-out affinity with him?"

Jiang Xiaoshang gave a chuckling laugh. "This thing is nothing but a pure, unthinking maniac—a born killer. We just need to find a piece of goods like him."

Weisheng pinched his chin. "So you're saying we need a Li Kui?"

Looking over the people around him, there really was no one of that type.

Then again, given Weisheng's temperament, that sort of person would never have caught his eye anyway.

Jiang Xiaoshang nodded repeatedly. "Hard to find one by your side, but the New World is full of them!"

Weisheng caught on in an instant.

Never forget—he had raised a whole horde of criminals in the New World.

True, these creatures had become considerably more disciplined from top to bottom lately, but their fundamental nature was still what it was. Finding a Li Kui type was really no trouble at all.

Weisheng decided on the spot. "Fine. I'll find someone right now."

As the master of the New World, everything within it was under his control. In a single thought, he had already screened out a whole roster of candidates.

Jiang Xiaoshang glanced over them from the side and picked one out immediately. "He's the best fit!"

Following the direction of his finger, Weisheng read the man's file and could not help finding it rather strange.

"Li Gui..."

He had gone looking for a Li Kui and found a Li Gui instead.

The point was that this one had been selected precisely to pass as the real thing, to replace Xing Jun, the reincarnation of the ancient Chaos Emperor—was this pure coincidence, or did some hidden will work in the dark?

He studied Li Gui's life story carefully.

Frankly speaking, judged purely by affinity, the match really was perfect.

The man's strength was nothing special, but what stood out was an inborn, purest form of evil.

Even in the Land of Sin, where criminals walked everywhere, this fellow was a thorough oddity—even those born wicked found him incomprehensible.

It was worth noting that, because of his lacking strength and this natural halo of doing every evil under the sun, he had taken no end of beatings from childhood on.

Especially since the ones who dealt with him were no good sorts themselves.

When they fought, there was naturally no such thing as holding back.

Every time, they went at him as if to kill.

Yet the strange part was that the fellow had an unbelievable will to live. Countless times he had circled at death's door, and every time he managed to circle back.

Just this experience of brushing against the edge of life and death—forget the Land of Sin; even out in the real world, you would be hard pressed to find another like him.

Jiang Xiaoshang clicked his tongue in admiration. "Don't you feel it? It's like this thing was made for today."

"A little, yeah."

Weisheng was not the sort to believe in fate.

But after reading Li Gui's life story, even he had to sigh—so many things in this world really did carry a hidden design.

Still, Weisheng hesitated. "Is this person really suitable?"

Judged purely by affinity, this Li Gui and Xing Jun could be called a match made in heaven.

But that was exactly where the problem lay.

According to the plan, once this man replaced Xing Jun, he would immediately gain unprecedented, overwhelming power.

In the short term, that raw strength might even surpass Weisheng himself.

If he turned into the next Xing Jun, who could control him?

And judging by his nature, becoming the next Xing Jun was all but certain.

"What's there to worry about?"

Jiang Xiaoshang was wholly unconcerned. "This thing is vicious, sure, but there's one good thing about him—he was born in the New World."

Weisheng understood. "That's true."

Given his transcendent status as master of the New World, every resident of it, good or bad, worshipped him with faith from the very marrow of their bones.

And the purer a person was, like Li Gui, the deeper and more unshakable that worship became.

To others, Li Gui was indeed a terrifying threat—the greater the power he wielded, the more immeasurable the harm he could do.

But to Weisheng, this fellow was nothing but a pure tool.

One word from Weisheng, and the fellow would carry it out with absolute loyalty, cutting no corners whatsoever.

That was simply how it was.

After bringing Li Gui over, Weisheng said only one thing: "I need to borrow your head."

Before he could explain any further, the fellow, face full of fervor, had already cut off his own head and laid it neatly before Weisheng.

"..."

For a moment Weisheng was actually at a loss.

Frankly speaking, he had no shortage of mindless devotees in the New World, but one as fanatical as Li Gui was truly rare.

Fortunately, Jiang Xiaoshang had been prepared and dealt with Li Gui's head at once.

Otherwise, with a stunt like that out of nowhere, the head would have been wasted for sure.

What followed was Jiang Xiaoshang's show time.

Attaching one person's head to another's body was, no matter where you did it, an exceedingly difficult task.

What had to be handled was by no means merely the biological stitching of flesh.

It also involved deeper levels of energy, even the adaptation and fusion of souls.

Had Weisheng done it himself, even as master of the New World he would not have dared claim a hundred percent certainty.

But in Jiang Xiaoshang's hands, the whole process flowed like water—one might even call it pleasing to watch.

Weisheng praised him sincerely. "It's a shame you didn't become a surgeon."

Jiang Xiaoshang rolled his eyes. "With my status, actually going and being a surgeon would be wasting my talent."

Weisheng agreed wholeheartedly. "That's true."

Soon Jiang Xiaoshang finished the stitching.

Weisheng looked him up and down for a while. "The affinity really is a perfect match."

The head and the body plainly belonged to two different people, yet stitched together now, there was not the slightest sense of incongruity.

At first glance, Weisheng even felt this was the genuine article.

Seeing Li Gui's eyes still tightly shut, Weisheng could not help asking, "When will he wake up?"

"Why would he wake up?"

Jiang Xiaoshang looked utterly dismissive. "If he really woke up, we'd have to put him back into deep hibernation—that's just making extra work. Just send him straight into the Chaos Tomb Palace."

Weisheng was startled. "But what if the head-joining surgery fails?"

Jiang Xiaoshang was full of certainty. "There is no what-if."

Seeing him like that, Weisheng said nothing more.