Immortals of the End Times

Chapter 165 (184-185): Controlling All with Talismans, the Pressure of Double Pupils, the Opportunity for Concentration (Two chapters combined, please subscribe)
Yan Lan's voluntary confession of the crimes of Zhang Sichen, the first emperor of the Xuan Kingdom, was exactly what Zhao Wuji wanted.

If the late-stage Nascent Soul envoy from the dynasty who has arrived sets out to hunt down Zhang Sichen, it would be a good thing for them.

Otherwise, there will always be a formidable enemy, one who has achieved perfect concentration, yet remains undefeated.
It also makes people restless and unable to eat or sleep.

At this moment, inside the octagonal pavilion on the main peak of Linlang, Yan Lan invited Wang Zheng and Hua Lingxiang to sit down, the atmosphere solemn and respectful.

In the side hall outside the octagonal building, Zhao Wuji and several elders were receiving Gong Yu and twelve other dynasty cultivators.

Unlike the elders who were reserved and apprehensive.

Zhao Wuji, however, was much more relaxed in entertaining the twelve dynasty cultivators.

Although all twelve of them appeared quite arrogant.

But he actually liked the arrogance of the twelve men at this moment, because it would be more comfortable to control them later.

"Peak Master Zhao, let me do it. There's no need for you to do this tea and water yourself."

Seeing Zhao Wuji, a dignified peak master, serving tea and water, Elder He of the Affairs Hall became restless.

He immediately got up and took over the work.

"Hey!" Zhao Wuji quickly stopped him, and said with a smile, "Elder He, you envoys have come from afar and are guests. I am serving you tea as a way of showing my appreciation."

Seeing this, Lu Liyan and Hou Baichang, who were not far away, also changed their impression of Zhao Wuji.

Can be picked up and put down.

Despite holding a high position, he still voluntarily humbled himself.

If it were the two of them, they really wouldn't be enthusiastic enough to take on the tasks that disciples should be doing.

Of the twelve dynasty cultivators seated at the table, apart from Gong Yu, the other eleven clearly showed expressions of enjoyment.

In the Xuanming Dynasty, they were also elite cultivators who received attention and cultivation.

But after all, they were just disciples, and the highest level of cultivation was only the ninth level of Qi Refining.

Now that they have arrived in this barren little place in the south, the nobility of the dynasty's cultivators is evident.

Even the peak master, who was at the tenth level of Qi Refining, was very attentive in serving them tea and water.

That's status.

Cultivators in small towns may have strength, but they lack status and reputation.

Not only are they of noble status, but they also possess exquisite magical artifacts and are all geniuses of the dynasty capable of fighting across minor realms.

Moreover, these disciples who came to Linlang had all been taught the Bloodline Incantation.

If one so desires, one can easily manipulate the elders below the Condensation Realm in the Linglang Cave.

"Come, fellow Daoists, please have a taste of our Linglang Flower Spirit Tea from Linglang Grotto-heaven."

Zhao Wuji smiled and presented the tea, which had been secretly anointed with a magical spell, to the cultivators of the various dynasties. "Although the Southern Lands are a remote and impoverished region, this spiritual tea still has a unique flavor."

"Fellow Daoist Zhao has put in a lot of effort."

The leading disciple, a ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator, nodded in approval, quite satisfied with Zhao Wuji's warm hospitality.

Seeing that all the cultivators from the dynasty had drunk the spiritual tea, Zhao Wuji's smile widened, but inwardly he shook his head at their arrogance.

"These dynasty cultivators are probably used to lording it over the dynasty? They never thought anyone would dare to harm them, and they don't even take any precautions. Perhaps they think we wouldn't dare?"

He sat down and chatted idly with a dozen or so people, inquiring about the cultivation environment and resources in the other side of the dynasty.

This is no secret; cultivators of the dynasty always intentionally flaunt the dynasty's power, saying things like, "Speaking of the cultivation environment of our Xuanming Dynasty..."

The leading cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining took a sip of his spiritual tea, saying, "Compared to them, the four kingdoms of Tiannan are like fireflies compared to the bright moon."

He chuckled and shook his head, saying, "The 'Nine Apertures Gathering Spirit Array' in the capital alone absorbs and releases spiritual energy every day that is equivalent to your grotto-heaven. It is like building an oasis in the desert and transforming the mortal realm into a place of immortals in the Dharma-ending Age."

"Is the messenger's statement true?"

Lu Liyan couldn't help but question it, but was interrupted by a sneer from the other party.

"Frog at the bottom of the well!"

Another female cultivator conjured a wisp of golden light with her finger, "Do you see this 'morning glow and purple aura'?"

In our Xuanming realm, Qi Refining cultivators receive three strands of Qi every month. You've probably never even seen that, have you?

As she spoke, she suddenly made a hand seal, and a rainbow light shot out from the jade pendant at her waist, transforming into a three-dimensional image on the roof of the palace.

Six immortal mountains surrounded the capital, each peak topped with a giant cauldron forming an array that spewed spiritual mist.

The mountain corridors are like dragons, with cultivators riding their magical artifacts to travel through them, and there are even bustling markets trading at the foot of the mountain.

It is more prosperous than any earthly capital, and it already has some of the grandeur of a time when spiritual energy flourished.

"This is."

Hou Baichang's pupils dilated sharply.

In his youth, he traveled to the northern regions of the Xuanming Dynasty, but he had never been near the capital.

It is said that when outside cultivators enter there, each person has to hand over one source crystal every day. He cannot afford to pay that, but he has never seen such a magnificent sight.

"The Six Great Grotto-Heavens of the Wang Family".

A cultivator from the dynasty spoke up, smiling faintly, "This is a true blessed land, far superior to your pseudo-blessed lands."

The leading cultivator clapped his hands triumphantly: "Every immortal mountain is formed from the ancient spiritual veins left behind by the royal family in the past."

Hidden within the mountain are spiritual springs collected from all over the Great Wilderness.

Even a late-stage Qi Refining cultivator like myself receives a drop of 'Jade Marrow Spirit Liquid' every month.

He paused deliberately, glancing at the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, before slowly taking out a jade bottle from his storage bag.

The moment the bottle was opened, a surge of spiritual energy erupted, causing ripples to spread through the air.

"This...this purity of spiritual energy is truly worthy of Jade Marrow Spiritual Liquid; it's being released even at the late stage of Qi Induction?"

Elder He's Adam's apple bobbed as he felt a longing in his heart.

"Diluted".

The cultivator smiled calmly, "A single drop of genuine Jade Marrow Elixir can enhance the spirituality of mortals and help late-stage Qi Refining cultivators break through their bottlenecks."

"Someone as poor and destitute as you has probably never even seen the real thing before, has he?"

Hou Baichang's expression turned ugly upon hearing this.

Although Linlang Cave was poor, being insulted to his face like this still made the proud man feel embarrassed.

Elder He asked longingly, "We cultivators of the Linglang Grotto Heaven are subordinate forces of your Xuanming. I wonder what conditions are required to join Xuanming or the Wang family for cultivation?"

"condition?"

The female cultivator suddenly giggled, "Outsiders aren't qualified. First, you have to be a citizen of Xuanming, and secondly..."

She ran her fingertips across her wrist, revealing faint, dark red runes beneath her skin. "You need to have the 'Mysterious Bright Seal' implanted, but for you country bumpkins like you, this is a fortune you can only dream of!"

"A country bumpkin cultivator!" Hou Baichang's face darkened.

"but."

The woman's lips curled slightly. Without even glancing at Hou Baichang, she glanced at the handsome Zhao Wuji and said with a faint smile, "If you can break through to the Condensation Realm and pass the Wang family's assessment, you can stay in the Dynasty or the Wang family as a guest elder and enjoy certain resources and privileges."

"It seems that the Concentration Realm is quite different. They receive preferential treatment everywhere. I must break through to the Concentration Realm as soon as possible."

Zhao Wuji thought to himself, then feigned curiosity and asked:
"Fellow Daoists, I have a question."

Now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is depleted, even the spiritual vein of our Linlang Cave Heaven is gradually turning to stone.

How has the Wang family managed to maintain so many blessed lands and grotto-heavens, even transforming mortal realms into celestial abodes? This completely defies the common sense of this degenerate age. Could it be solely due to the dragon energy of the Xuanming Dynasty?

Upon hearing this, the leading Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator smiled arrogantly and sipped his spiritual tea, saying:
"Peak Master Zhao is indeed astute. But you're only half right. The Wang family's six great grotto-heavens have been able to maintain their prosperity not only because of the dynasty's dragon energy, but also because of the 'Three Talents Spirit Continuation Array'!"

He casually made a hand seal, and spiritual energy outlined in the void, instantly forming an array diagram.

Starlight fell from the sky, and dragon energy rose from the earth. Six ancient cauldrons, like meridians, encircled the two.

"The celestial pivot connects with the power of the stars, the earth's veins lock in the dragon's energy, and the human cauldron is formed."

He paused deliberately, glancing at Zhao Wuji's focused expression, and said smugly, "This is an unspeakable secret."

"The way it draws star power is somewhat similar to the guiding technique I just mastered," Zhao Wuji thought to himself.

"Indeed, much of what we have said today should not have been told to you."

The female cultivator chuckled proudly, "After all, you are not cultivators of the Xuanming Dynasty. The fact that you know these things is already a favor, considering you are a subordinate force."

Upon hearing this, both Hou Baichang and Lu Liyan were on the verge of exploding.

Zhao Wuji laughed loudly, picked up his celadon teacup and stood up. With a flick of his sleeves, he blocked Hou Baichang and the others.

"Peak Master Hou, Elder Lu, aren't you still dealing with the spiritual vein repair? Leave this to me."

His tone was gentle, but his gaze swept over Elder He imperceptibly, a deep meaning flashing in his eyes.

Elder He was about to speak when his gaze met Zhao Wuji's eyes. He immediately understood and, with a cupped hand and a smile, said:

"What Peak Master Zhao says is true, then I'll have to trouble you."

Having said that, he grabbed Hou Baichang, whose face was full of resentment, and quickly left.

"Ah"

The leading Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator sneered, his eyes flashing with mockery:

"Fellow Daoist Zhao, it seems your fellow disciples in your celestial abode don't quite welcome us 'guests from afar'?"

You're right.

Zhao Wuji lowered his eyes and gently blew on the tea, the rising steam concealing the coldness in his eyes. "The faces of you so-called dynasty cultivators are indeed despicable."

"What did you say!?"

The cultivators from all the dynasties changed color and shouted angrily, but Gong Yu stood still, his eyes calm beneath the black iron mask.

"Noisy!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes suddenly flashed with a dark light, and as he made a hand seal, spiderweb-like blue patterns appeared under the skin of the eleven people opposite him.

It was the "talisman water" he had secretly planted in the tea that took effect.

"Using talismanic water as a guide, I manipulate the pill into a spell—collect!"

As the eleven people were shocked and enraged, the blue patterns within their bodies instantly contracted into talisman cores, and in an instant, strands of talisman threads converged into talismans, completely entangled and controlled the eleven people's yin souls.

Only now did Zhao Wuji reveal a cold smile:
"Thank you all for clarifying my doubts. Now it's my turn to explain to our distinguished guests the hospitality of Tiannan."

He rubbed his slightly stinging brow.

At the same time, even with the talisman controlling the eleven souls, one of whom was at the ninth level of Qi Induction and two at the eighth level of Qi Induction, he still felt somewhat strained.

However, it was only a struggle.

With his current Qi Refining Stage 10 mental strength and the enhanced soul from the Yin-Yang Pearl, he can withstand it.

"Slap yourself in the face! You call yourself a country bumpkin cultivator, a despicable scoundrel!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze was like a knife as he coldly swept over the harsh-looking female cultivator and said indifferently.

The female cultivator's spirit struggled, yet she had no choice but to slap herself, her slender hand rising uncontrollably.

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap echoed in the hall.

"I am... a country bumpkin."

Her red lips trembled as she squeezed out the words, her nails digging deep into her palms, but she couldn't stop herself from saying the next sentence, "A vile woman. Please forgive me, my lord!"

Tears rolled down her reddened eyes, leaving glistening streaks on her fair cheeks.

"continue."

Zhao Wuji picked up his teacup and took a sip, without even lifting his eyelids, and said, "Speak while kneeling."

"Boom!"

The female cultivator slammed her knees heavily onto the floor tiles, her crimson skirt falling to the ground like a withered chrysanthemum.

Her vengeful spirit surged wildly in her sea of ​​consciousness, while her body kowtowed incessantly like a puppet on strings.

"This lowly servant is uncouth and should apologize to my master."

Zhao Wuji suddenly looked up and sat down in the chair.

"Come here and pour your master a cup of tea!"

As the sleeves rolled up, eleven dark gold dragon-patterned insect kings emerged, their shells bearing runes that seemed to move as if alive.

He dipped his brush in tea and drew incantations in mid-air; the clear water droplets suspended into tea-colored talismans, which then swiftly disappeared into the insect king's carapace.

"go."

The swarm of insects buzzed and transformed into golden light, drilling into the gaping mouths of the eleven people.

As for Gong Yu, this puppet has been regularly taking his improved talisman pills since returning to the dynasty. Now it no longer needs to control the Yin spirit and is absolutely loyal to him.

Instantly, the faces of all the dynasty's cultivators twisted in agony, and the howls of the ghosts echoed in the hall like the wailing of ghosts.

Zhao Wuji calmly sat down, watching the female cultivator stumble over to carry the teapot, spilling hot tea onto her trembling hands. "I lost eleven of my Insect Kings."

Zhao Wuji shook his head. "Contribute some of your wealth. I need a lot of resources to cultivate the Insect King, especially you."

He pointed to one of the cultivators, "Weren't you just showing off your Jade Marrow Elixir? Hand it over."

The cultivator's tightly bound spirit was almost crying.

devil!

How did such a devil suddenly appear in the countryside?!

"Two more, yes, you bitch, crawl over here."

Zhao Wuji beckoned, "Let me investigate. What's this Xuanming Seal thing you mentioned? Why did you get your slave seal removed but still look so proud?"

In this degenerate age, resources are completely controlled by the upper class. To prevent the lower class from rebelling, there are quite a few techniques for manipulating people.

But coincidentally, he is now proficient in spells and is good at casting and breaking spells, preventing problems before they occur.

Inside the octagonal building on the other side.

As Yan Lan fully explained the ins and outs of the Zhang Sichen incident.

Wang Zheng said calmly, "So you don't know where Zhang Sichen has fled to?"

Yan Lan shook her head. "This old monster has been lying low for over a hundred years. He may have already planned his escape route. There are countless places he may be hiding, and he may even have a hidden identity. Naturally, I cannot determine his location."

Wang Zheng snorted coldly, then suddenly turned his gaze and said, "I know you have another cave master. Where is that cave master?"

The teacup in the white-clad, veiled woman's hand trembled slightly.

She was just relieved that her younger sister, Hua Qingshuang, was smart enough not to show herself, and that her risky warning had not been in vain.

Yan Lan's gaze also sharpened.

Wang Zheng's gaze was like a knife, scraping across the white-clad woman's face beneath her veil: "Hua Lingxiang, if my information is correct, the other new master of this Linglang Cave Heaven is also surnamed Hua."

He sneered, "Your father, Hua Lengyun, once walked out of this cave. Now, another person with the surname Hua has become the cave master. Could he be a member of your father's clan?"

"My cousin is joking."

Hua Lingxiang gripped her teacup tightly, her voice cold and clear, "There are quite a few people with the surname Hua in this world, but not everyone with the surname Hua is a member of my Hua clan. Perhaps it's just a coincidence."

Her heart tightened, realizing she had underestimated Wang Zheng, and she had somehow managed to find out about Hua Qingshuang.

"You, and you too."

Wang Zheng's gaze suddenly turned icy as he swept it over Yan Lan, the teacup shattering into dust in his palm: "Do you think I'm stupid? Tell me, where is that Hua Qingshuang?! Whether she's a member of the Hua clan or not, I'll find out with a single test!"

"She has legs; if she wants to leave, can I stop her?"

Yan Lan's eyes flashed with crimson light. She had been holding back all along, but now she could no longer tolerate it. Her red robes billowed like waves of blood as she coldly said, "The King's Envoy has come to investigate the matter of the Dragon Vein, but instead of pursuing Zhang Sichen or causing trouble for that ancient cultivator who forcibly occupied the Azure Nether Cave Heaven, you only dare to bully two women here?"

"court death!"

Wang Zheng's eyes were icy cold, and his right double pupil suddenly turned completely crimson gold, causing his python robe to bulge out in an instant.

A phantom of a tyrant flashed through the void, its tangible killing intent and spiritual power surging like a tidal wave, shattering all the surrounding tables and chairs.

"Brother of the clan!"

Hua Lingxiang suddenly appeared beside Yan Lan, her veil abruptly shattering to reveal a face that bore a striking resemblance to Hua Qingshuang, together resisting Wang Zheng's aura.

"What?! Hua Lingxiang, did I bring you along to hinder me?"

Wang Zheng sneered, then suddenly slammed his hand on the table, causing it to shatter instantly, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"Get out of my way!!"

His right eye, with its double pupil, suddenly flashed with blood-red light.

A powerful late-stage Nascent Soul divine sense, accompanied by a vast and malevolent aura, surged forth like a raging torrent.

The entire octagonal building seemed to have instantly plunged into an ancient battlefield filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

"not good!"

Yan Lan and Hua Lingxiang's expressions changed simultaneously, and they immediately focused their divine senses to resist.

boom! !

The two felt as if their consciousness had been struck by a heavy hammer. Illusions appeared before their eyes, and the world spun around them. It was as if they had been pulled into the blood-stained battlefield of Chu and Han in an instant, where the setting sun was like blood and corpses were piled up like mountains.

In the midst of the battlefield, it seemed as if a tyrant, Xiang Yu, stood holding a halberd, his double pupils as deep as the abyss, coldly looking down at the two, an overwhelming will of dominance crushing down upon them!

"Uh!"

Yan Lan groaned, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Her crimson robes fluttered without wind as she frantically mobilized her divine sense to resist the onslaught of this will.

Hua Lingxiang's pretty face was also deathly pale. Her delicate hands tightly gripped the jade pendant at her waist. The character "Hua" on the pendant emitted an icy blue light, barely protecting her mind.

"Wang Zheng! How dare you treat your own kind like this!"

Just as she was about to speak, Wang Zheng snorted coldly, and his double pupils intensified his oppressive aura by three points!

"boom!"

The two women were struck as if by lightning, staggering backward, their consciousness almost shattered.

Right now!

"Zheng!"

A streak of icy sword energy, like an inverted glacier, shot out from outside the building, aiming straight for Wang Zheng's brow!
Wang Zheng frowned, and with a flick of his sleeve and a hand seal, a crimson magic shield flew out, instantly transforming into a wall in front of him.

"boom!"

The frost sword energy slammed into the shield wall, shattering it violently and releasing a burst of cold air. The octagonal building floor was instantly covered with ice crystals.

Wang Zheng was immediately forced back several steps.

Hua Qingshuang flew through the air, her frost-covered eyes filled with murderous intent. Her icy flying sword hovered in front of her as she coldly said, "Envoy Wang, why be so aggressive?"

"You are Hua Qingshuang?"

When Wang Zheng saw Hua Qingshuang's face, his gaze sharpened, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

His double pupils contracted slightly, then he sneered, "So it really is you, Hua Lengyun's daughter! With your looks, no wonder the Hua family values ​​you so much."

Just as he was about to continue applying pressure, Hua Lingxiang suddenly seized the opportunity to crush an ice crystal sword token!
"Crack!"

The moment the sword token shattered.

A terrifying sword intent soared into the sky, like a plum blossom blooming in the snow, chilling and piercing, radiating intense spiritual energy!

Wang Zheng's expression changed drastically. He took three steps back, and the double pupil of his right eye congealed with blood, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Amidst the sword intent, a clear and cold voice echoed from the octagonal pavilion.

“Wang Zheng, Qing Shuang is of the bloodline of my Hua clan, and was brought back by Ling Xiang.”

This is also why I sent Lingxiang here. Since Elder Yuan has already tacitly agreed, why do you need to stop me?

I will personally report this matter to the head of the family; please do not interfere.

"Hua Lengyun!?"

Wang Zheng's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression shifted between light and dark.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Hua Lingxiang stepped forward, holding a red jade plum blossom token in her palm. The token was engraved with the character "Hua" and she said coldly, "Envoy Wang, the token of the Third Mistress is here. Please grant me this favor."

Wang Zheng stared at the token, remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath: "Good! What a Hua Lengyun! After hiding for so many years, she's finally showing some backbone!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly pointed his fingers like a sword, pointing in the air!
"Bloodline Curse, activate!"

In an instant, two spells were cast into their bodies.

Yan Lan and Hua Qingshuang were both stunned. Then, the Spirit-Eating Insect King that Zhao Wuji had personally fed to them instantly awoke and opened its mouth to devour the spell that had been injected into their bodies.

Blood-red patterns immediately appeared on the back of the Insect King.

Dark red runes also appeared beneath their skin, spreading like a spider web.

Yan Lan's eyes flickered, and she let out a muffled groan, pretending to be under control. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead, but she secretly communicated with the insect king inside her body using her divine sense.

Hua Qingshuang's body trembled slightly, and a trace of "pain" flashed in her eyes. In reality, the insect king inside her had already devoured all the curse power.

Seeing this, Wang Zheng curled his lips into a mocking smile: "You've been cursed with the bloodline curse, yet you dare to be so insolent in front of me?"

He abruptly flicked his sleeve, his double pupils losing their oppressive aura, and coldly swept his gaze over Hua Qingshuang and Yan Lan: "Since you've been afflicted by the bloodline curse, I doubt you can cause any trouble."

"Hua Lingxiang, you can take her away, but if anything goes wrong... Hmph!"

Before he finished speaking, he swept away, leaving behind a mess in the octagonal building.

Once Wang Zheng's aura had completely dissipated, Hua Lingxiang finally breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Hua Qingshuang, her beautiful eyes filled with complex emotions: "Qingshuang, it's been so many years, do you still recognize your sister?"

She looked at Hua Qingshuang, whose skin was covered in blood-red patterns, with a complicated expression. "You are a member of the Hua clan, you shouldn't be like this! When we get back, your father will definitely help you apply for the removal of this curse."

Hua Qingshuang's eyes trembled slightly as she gazed at the face that bore a striking resemblance to her own, her icy expression gradually melting away.

"sister"

She murmured softly, her memories seemingly traveling back more than ten years to that hazy childhood memory in the Wang family.

Outside the octagonal building, Wang Zheng roared angrily, but no one answered, so he let out a long howl in surprise.

"Fang Mingxu, Gong Yu! Where are they?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

At this moment, Zhao Wuji emerged from the side hall and hurriedly greeted them, then made way for them.

The twelve dynasty cultivators, who were now completely under his control, filed out of the hall and immediately bowed and paid their respects to Wang Zheng.

"You..." Wang Zheng glanced suspiciously at the group of disciples.

Fang Mingxu, who was in the lead, bowed and said, "Just now, we were inquiring about the broken dragon vein, and we learned that Peak Master Zhao of Linlang Cave Heaven has led a group of array masters to reconnect a section of the broken dragon vein."

He paused, then said, "We disciples were discussing things too intently; please forgive us, Elder Wang!"

"The severed dragon vein has actually been reconnected?"

Wang Zheng was surprised and glanced at Zhao Wuji.

Remembering that this person was the cultivator who had remained unmoved under his spiritual power, he nodded slightly.

"Even in remote places, there are some geniuses."

His pale face softened considerably.

If there is any hope of reconnecting a broken dragon vein, then that is a great achievement.

It's naturally better than simply taking the Nine Cauldrons back to report and draining the pond to catch all the fish.

He immediately beckoned to Zhao Wuji, "Kid, come here and tell me how you reconnected the dragon vein."

Zhao Wuji had just heard the fighting inside the Octagonal Tower and had to abandon his study of the Xuanming Seal. He was just about to go out and take a look when he bumped into Wang Zheng.

When the other party asked, he had no choice but to give up going to the Octagonal Pavilion, step forward, bow in greeting, and then tell them what had happened.

He could manipulate the disciples of the dynasty with his magic and do whatever he wanted.

But facing this late-stage Nascent Soul expert, even the two cave masters were no match for him, so he had no choice but to submit.

strength!

We still need strong capabilities!

One must enter the state of mental concentration to gain some sense of security and status.

At this moment, as Zhao Wuji spoke eloquently, Wang Zheng's double pupils flickered slightly, sometimes narrowing and sometimes relaxing.

When he heard the crucial part, he suddenly clapped his hands and laughed.

"Good! Very good!"

His gaze was piercing, a hint of admiration flashing in his double pupils. He looked down at Zhao Wuji, his voice deep yet carrying an undeniable authority:
"Young man, I see you as a promising talent. If you can successfully continue the dragon vein this time, I will make an exception and support you to take the position of Lord of the Linglang Cave. What do you say?"

"This"

Zhao Wuji's heart stirred; whether or not he was the cave master was irrelevant.

Judging from this person's expression, he seemed to value his ability and contribution in restoring the dragon vein.

He couldn't help but look embarrassed, and said with a smile, "I am truly humbled by your kindness, senior."

However... the position of cave master has always required a cultivator at the Condensation Realm to hold it.

Although I have accumulated enough knowledge, I am troubled by the lack of a Spirit Condensation Pill. Even if I have the will, I fear it will be difficult to win over the masses.

His tone was sincere, but his gaze subtly swept over Wang Zheng's expression.

Seeing the other person's brow furrow slightly, he immediately changed the subject, solemnly clasped his hands in greeting, and said:
"However, rest assured, senior! I will do my utmost to restore the dragon vein and will never fail your trust!"

Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Mind-Concentrating Pill"

His voice was deep, as if he were weighing the pros and cons. His gaze was sharp as he scrutinized Zhao Wuji. He thought to himself, thinking of Yan Lan, whom he had just clashed with.

"If the dragon vein is to continue, this Linglang Grotto-heaven still needs a compliant grotto master to oversee it in order to complete the Six Dragons Paying Homage to the King plan; otherwise..."

(End of this chapter)