Immortals of the End Times

More than half a month later, in the secret chamber within the Pot Heaven Space.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged on the jade platform. The golden markings from the head-regeneration technique on his neck had completely disappeared, leaving only a pair of double pupils floating in the darkness like two blood moons.

As he slightly moved his mind, the tadpole-like patterns on the surface of the third Yang Pearl suddenly lit up.

A new Earthly Fiend Technique, "Great Strength Technique," bursts forth with silver light, its secrets suddenly revealed!

"force!"

Zhao Wuji's eyes shone brightly, and he suddenly made a hand seal.

A tremendous force erupted from the martial arts core in his dantian along with the technique, and dark red blood instantly permeated his meridians.

Zhao Wuji felt every inch of his bones trembling and reorganizing.

Muscle fibers intertwined like dragons, and dark golden lines appeared on the skin's surface.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the air reflected in his double pupils seemed to distort because of his gaze.

The power of a martial arts immortal!

"boom!"

With a mere flick of his finger, the gust of wind erupting from his fingertip blasted the black iron target pillar ten feet away into dust.

With a stomp of his foot, the ground trembled. Without using any spiritual power, the shockwave generated by pure physical strength had already caused the floor of the secret chamber to crack everywhere.

Furthermore, under the Great Strength Technique, his physical strength was greatly enhanced, allowing him to adapt to the surge in physical power.

When the power erupts, the spell automatically condenses a layer of "spiritual energy" to counteract the backlash.

With his double pupils, he can also predict the limits of his physical body's capacity to exert force and automatically adjust his exertion method to avoid self-injury.

"The Mighty Strength Technique is a technique suitable for the Martial Immortal system. Its function is relatively simple, emphasizing overwhelming force to enhance the strength and power of the physical body."

In Zhao Wuji's mind, many insights about the Great Strength Technique flowed. "As my cultivation level improves in the future, this technique will not only enhance the strength and power of my physical body, but also allow me to change size."

Even at its highest level, it is the path to physical sainthood, like that of Erlang Shen or Sun Wukong.

He finally understood and got up to leave the secret room.

Outside in the mountainous region of the Pot Heaven Space, a killing formation was in full operation.

Bai Chengshang, the supreme cave master who had come in response to the summons, was waiting outside the formation.

"Cheng Shang, prepare to coordinate with the formation and launch an attack on me!"

Zhao Wuji entered the killing formation he had set up and gave the instructions.

"Yes, my lord!"

Bai Chengshang bowed solemnly.

"boom!!"

The formation is activated.

A vast array of spells and magical artifacts intertwined to form a net that poured down upon Zhao Wuji!

He stood with his hands behind his back, his muscles bulging as if cast from gold and stone, dark golden battle patterns flowing beneath his skin. He neither dodged nor evaded, but instead met the onslaught head-on.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The sword energy struck his body, scattering dazzling sparks, but not even a white mark was left.

The fine gold arrows that flew from the formation struck his chest, instantly twisting and breaking apart as if they had hit divine iron.

The flames from the fireball spell engulfed his body, yet his skin remained unburnt, instead being dispersed by the spiritual energy that surrounded him.

"That's it?"

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, quite satisfied with the effect of the Great Strength Technique.

His already formidable Vajra Body, capable of withstanding the attacks of a level-four magical artifact, became even stronger with the amplification of this technique.

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, a shadowy flying sword pierced his back like a venomous snake. Only then did he slightly activate his Qi-sealing technique, and a layer of faint golden light appeared on his body.

"Qiang!"

The moment the flying sword pierced the halo, its edge suddenly stopped, unable to advance any further.

His body trembled slightly, and the flying sword whistled and flew away, sparks flying from the blade. Yet, the muscles on his back, which bulged like a swollen dough, did not show even a trace of bruising.

"Your physical body is as solid as diamond, impervious to all magic. You can even easily deflect my magical flying sword, which I have refined for many years?"

Bai Chengshang's pupils shrank as he watched from outside the formation, thinking to himself that his master was too strong, to an incomprehensible degree.

It has been almost a century since the four kingdoms of Tiannan have produced such a terrifying figure.

"Come again!"

With a low shout from Zhao Wuji, Bai Chengshang immediately unleashed his signature move, the Netherworld Sword splitting into sixteen mother-and-child Netherworld Flying Swords, which crisscrossed and attacked.

This move is not a sword light splitting, but it still displays some of the style of sword light splitting by relying on the power of the magic weapon flying sword, making it difficult to defend against.

Almost simultaneously, the killing formation was also activated, with swordsmen launching various offensives in coordination.

Suddenly, Zhao Wuji raised his eyes, his double pupils turning like a blood moon, instantly deciphering the sixteen Netherworld Sword Techniques and the trajectory of the seventeen attacks coming from the formation.

The explosion point of the fire talisman, the thrusting direction of the ground spike, the landing point of the lightning spell, and the trajectory of the sword shadow were all reflected in his pupils!

In the next instant, he moved like a ghost, all attacks grazing past him without even touching his clothes.

"The Overlord Disarms!"

Zhao Wuji let out a low shout and suddenly strode forward, unleashing pure physical strength, causing the ground to crack open with a spiderweb-like pattern.

He crashed into the mountain like a wild dragon, his shoulders and arms brimming with overwhelming bloodlust, and slammed fiercely into the array barrier.

"boom!!"

The array's light barrier shattered like glass, and countless runes collapsed.

The array flags and array plates flew up together, causing the entire Pot Heaven space to tremble.

Bai Chengshang let out a muffled groan as he was thrown back by the aftershock. His Shadow Sword was struck by the force of the energy as it tried to intercept him, and he was sent flying back with a mournful cry. His face was filled with horror.

Amidst the smoke and dust, Zhao Wuji slowly withdrew his stance, the dark gold battle patterns gradually fading away, leaving only the blood moon in his double pupils still captivating.

He was very satisfied with what he had learned from this combat experiment.

"Now, with the enhancement of the Great Strength Technique, relying solely on my physical strength, combined with the protective armor of the Qi Restriction Technique, ordinary magical weapons can hardly harm me in the slightest."

Zhao Wuji clenched his fist, causing the air to explode. "If we don't cooperate with the Qi-restriction technique, we'll most likely only suffer some superficial injuries."

Of course, this is on the premise that the enemy can still hit me even under my double pupils of observation.

Thinking about it this way, even Zhao Wuji himself felt...
Terribly strong!
In future battles, on the surface, he will appear to be nothing more than a swordsman with astonishing sword control skills, but his physique will inevitably be weak.

But when the enemy finally managed to break through his sword strike after going through countless hardships, his magical weapon slammed into him...

But not even a white mark was left!
Or perhaps, the opponent desperately surrounds and attacks him, finally managing to break through his flying sword, only to be overwhelmed by a barrage of killing moves.
When the smoke cleared, dark gold battle patterns swirled around him as he stepped out unharmed!

"cough"

Upon imagining this scene, Zhao Wuji could barely suppress the urge to smile.

"Don't be complacent; there's always someone better, and there's always someone more capable. Avoid arrogance and impatience."

He composed himself, his gaze deep and intense.

"When I go to other states in the future and do bad things, I can also use the Great Strength Technique in conjunction with my identity as a Martial Immortal."
From this moment forward, a powerful martial artist will, through my true identity and the identity of the Heavenly South Ancestor, minimize the use of the power of a Martial Immortal.

Concealing one's strength is the key to a deadly strike!
When traveling, it is essential to wear multiple layers of disguise to fully demonstrate the cautious nature of us cultivators.

"Wow!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji sent all the scattered array flags and array plates flying into his palm.

He lightly flicked his fingertips, prying three shattered source crystals out of the central array plate, and shook his head slightly.

On the path of spiritual practice, wealth, companions, methods, and environment are all essential—wealth comes first!
Just setting up a large-scale killing formation to hone combat skills has already consumed three source crystals.

"Resources are scarce, and income cannot cover expenses."

He controls the three great grotto-heavens: Wushang, Linlang, and Haishan.

After deducting the disciples' expenses, he only received about three hundred source crystals each month from the mining of the spiritual veins.

Of these, about a hundred coins will be allocated to supply Wei Ding, Lan Canghai, and other Ning Shen Realm servants who are away on business.

I don't expect these servants to be able to break through in a resource-poor environment.
We would be doing our utmost to ensure that their moral character doesn't decline!
In this way, he only had enough source crystals to get by.

"The consumption of the Pot Heaven space is also a bottomless pit."

Zhao Wuji looked up—

The sixty-three-zhang-square-meter space of the pot-shaped heaven is slowly expanding at a snail's pace.

Since the resource supply became insufficient, the rate of growth of this space seems to be closely related to his proficiency in the Pot Heaven Technique.
Now, his mastery of the Heavenly Pot Technique is about to reach a level of proficiency.

Zhao Wuji strode towards the corner where the Star River Daoist's formation was sealed.

The valley of Hutian is much quieter now.

The young apprentice Xiaoyue was on Cold Moon Peak, tenderly tending to the long-abandoned spirit fields.

The young girl returned to the Drunken Immortal Pavilion in the Imperial City to visit her brother, Ye Wu.

As for the Eighth Brother Xiong Ba
This fellow spent every night in the woods, mingling with a dozen or so female mynas, indulging in revelry day and night, forgetting all about home. His once chubby body had become noticeably thinner.

However, Zhao Wuji didn't care much, as he no longer needed Xiong Ba's bird blood to cultivate blood marrow crystals.

After all, for someone who had already reached the Martial Valor Vajra realm, Blood Marrow Crystal was already a relatively low-grade spiritual material.

Only the thirty-odd True Essence Pills he still had were enough.

"Fellow Daoist Tiannan!"

Within the sealing formation, Xinghe Daoist sensed his arrival and immediately let out a wail:
"It's been so many months! When will you regain your strength and let me out?!"

This Nascent Soul cultivator had been imprisoned for a long time and had thrown a tantrum, refusing to cooperate in answering certain questions.

Until Zhao Wuji agreed.

Once he has recovered his strength, he will be set free.
They gradually calmed down.

I also hope you can leave soon.

Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed softly:
"We'll keep you sealed here every day, and we'll have to expend source crystals to keep your primordial spirit alive and prevent it from collapsing."

"That's quite an expense."

Zhao Wuji gazed indifferently at Xinghe Daoren, who was surrounded by numerous Gu worms.

These original Gu worms, having absorbed a little bit of primordial spirit power day and night, have given birth to something extraordinary. Their bodies, which were originally pale gold, have become translucent, and each flap of their wings sends out dizzying mental ripples.

It is foreseeable that, given time, once released...
It will surely become a devastating weapon that sweeps away all enemies!
"Just this much Source Crystal? Ha!"

Xinghe Daoist glanced at the piles of source crystals around him and sneered:
"Back in the day, I wouldn't even bother to glance at it; it wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap between my teeth!"

His tone conveyed the desolation of a dragon trapped in shallow waters.

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhao Wuji's eyes turned cold: "Have you thought through yesterday's question?"

"hey-hey."

Xinghe Daoist suddenly smiled mysteriously:
“Fellow Daoist Tiannan, logically speaking, your years of cultivation far surpass mine, so you should know more about those ancient secrets than I do.”

His tone was tentative:
"Could it be that he awoke too early, damaging his primordial spirit? Or is it that his physical body is decaying, leaving him with fragmented memories? I have a method here."

"Noisy!"

Zhao Wuji pinched his sword finger, and the Gu worm suddenly tightened!

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Xinghe Daoist immediately screamed in agony, begging for mercy, and then said in a mournful tone, "The terror of the Nine Heavens you speak of... I have indeed never witnessed it myself."

A hint of reminiscence flashed in his eyes: "However, the Celestial Master Sect master once warned that there is indeed great terror beyond the Nine Heavens, possibly related to the tribulations of the Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages. Therefore, few cultivators are willing to risk ascending to the heavens."

As his voice trailed off, Daoist Xinghe's expression suddenly turned solemn: "When I first became a Nascent Soul cultivator, I was also full of vigor and ambition, wanting to ascend to the Nine Heavens to explore."

"Ha!" He suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's a pity that the Nine Heavens are too high. Each level is ten thousand miles high. Perhaps the Nine Heavens are ninety thousand miles high? Or perhaps one hundred and eight thousand miles high?"

Unless I use my primordial spirit to control the sword, I'll be exhausted to death if I try to fly up there.

But controlling a sword with one's primordial spirit is also very dangerous.

Xinghe Daoist chuckled, "You should know that in the Nine Heavens, there is a danger every day, including the Soul-Devouring Gale, the Bewitching Clouds, the Terrifying Thunder and Lightning, and the Soul-Burning Sun."
These are, of course, titles fabricated by past cultivators; they just sound impressive.

He sneered, "In fact, it's even more dangerous! It's said that the summit of the Nine Heavens is completely devoid of spiritual energy, just like this degenerate age!"

Xinghe Daoist suddenly became excited: "Imagine! You exhaust your spiritual energy to reach the top of the Ninth Heaven, only to find that you have no spiritual energy left to replenish. Hahaha!"

The laughter was tinged with madness: "A dignified Nascent Soul True Monarch, to be thrown to his death—wouldn't that be a laughing stock for all time?!"

"The Nine Heavens are actually related to the Golden Core and Nascent Soul tribulations? One level of danger per day? Just how powerful must that Zhang Zhenren, who once wielded his sword to ascend the Nine Heavens, have been? A Nascent Soul cultivator?"

Zhao Wuji pondered.

Xinghe Daoist said with a hint of fear, "It is said that the Nine Heavens are filled with calamity and turbidity that cannot be approached."

Fellow Daoist, yesterday you actually asked me if there were powerful cultivators in the Nine Heavens. That's almost impossible. If it were true…

"If it's true, what should we do?" Zhao Wuji keenly caught the panic in his words. "It's unspeakable! It's unspeakable!"

Xinghe Daoist shook his head hastily, as if he had touched upon some taboo. "If what you say is true, then it must be an existence from the mythical era ten thousand years ago. A true immortal!"

"True Immortals?" Zhao Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly. "You mean certain beings from the ancient cultivation world?"

Being in the space of the Pot Heaven, isolated from the secrets of heaven, he was naturally fearless.

Xinghe Daoist stammered, daring not to say more: "Fellow Daoist, please don't ask any further. This old man truly doesn't know the truth. But if it is indeed true..."

His voice grew lower and lower, "The saying 'Heaven is watching from above' was not an exaggeration in the cultivation world of ten thousand years ago. No, it shouldn't even be called the cultivation world."

He took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice:

"Perhaps that is... the true immortal realm!"

"The true immortal realm!"

Zhao Wuji's gaze darkened slightly, his thoughts racing.

As a transmigrator, his thinking was far more unconventional than that of the cultivators of this world, and countless possibilities were already flashing through his mind.
Could it be that the ancient immortal realm suffered a tremendous upheaval?

Is this what led to the depletion of spiritual energy, resulting in the current state of the Dharma-ending Age?
Then
What about those legendary immortals?
Could it have truly transformed into a terrifying being high in the heavens?
"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been depleted."

Zhao Wuji's pupils suddenly contracted:
"Could it be that those ancient immortals were feeding on spiritual energy to prolong their lives, causing the spiritual energy to deplete?"

The thought sent a chill down his spine!
At this moment, the dark sword hanging at his waist suddenly trembled and emitted a clear, melodious sword sound.

"Ok?"

His double pupils flickered slightly, and with a pat on his storage bag, the sword token given to him by Mo Wenjian, the third elder of the Qilin Sword Sect, immediately appeared in his hand.

A familiar fluctuation of divine sense came.

It was a message from Mo Wenjian of the Qilin Sword Sect.

"Young friend Zhao, I have arrived at Qingsonggang, twenty miles outside Linlang Cave. I have something to discuss with you. This matter is of great importance, so please allow me to see you alone."

"Oh?"

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly.

The fact that this Third Elder went to such lengths to travel across the entire state and requested a low-key meeting is clearly extraordinary.

"What brings you all this way?"

A golden mark flashed on his neck, and his double pupils returned to normal.

He glanced at Xinghe Daoren, and with a flick of his sleeves, he transformed into a sword rainbow and streaked out of the Pot Heaven space.

Now that the cave has been cleansed by the Dream-Marrying Technique, there are no more spies from others.

He communicated directly with the other party using the sword token.

"Elder Mo has come from afar, why not come inside for a chat? It is not proper to treat guests outside."

"Alright!"

The two met at the entrance of the cave.

Mo Wenjian wore a black cloak, his face shrouded in mist, clearly not wanting his identity to be revealed, and smiled while bowing.

"Young friend, how have you been?"

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly and returned the greeting with a bow, "Elder Mo has come from afar, please!"

Immediately, he led the other party through the protective mountain formation, and the two flew through the cave.

Mo Wenjian scanned the Linglang Cave Heaven with his divine sense and was surprised to find that the cave heaven was in better condition than he had imagined. It was well-managed and much better than many miserable little cave heavens. He couldn't help but look at Zhao Wuji with even higher regard.

As they passed Guyun Peak, more than ten disciples were observing the newly carved sword marks on the cliff face. Ji Mobai held a jade slip and explained them from time to time, eliciting gasps of amazement.

"This is."

Mo Wenjian suddenly stopped, his gaze beneath the cloak sharp as a drawn sword, instantly discerning the mystery behind the sword marks.

Upon seeing the mark at the top that contained sword energy and thunderous sound, the gray-white eyebrows couldn't help but rise: "Young friend, you are indeed broad-minded, even revealing such a profound truth of swordsmanship to the public."

"It is better to walk the path of the sword together than to walk it alone."

Zhao Wuji smiled faintly, "This move is also imitating the sword stele cliff of the Sword Tomb. Elder Mo's swordsmanship is superb. If you are interested, you might as well leave a sword mark as well?"

Mo Wenjian laughed loudly upon hearing this, and the sword token at his waist rang out with a "clang": "I shall obey your command!"

He pointed his fingers like a sword, and his sleeves moved without any wind.

A hazy, gray sword aura burst forth from his fingertips, seemingly gliding slowly across the rock wall, but exploding with a blinding, cold light the instant it made contact.

"laugh!"

Amidst the flying stone chips, the sword mark twisted and changed as if it were alive.

Sometimes it resembles the gnarled roots of an old pine tree, sometimes it resembles drifting clouds, and finally it settles into a mysterious trajectory shaped like a question mark.

Even more astonishingly, the sound of wind and thunder could be faintly heard from the depths of the traces, as if thousands of sword cultivators were chanting sword incantations at the same time.

"This is... Sword Heart Clarity? Unending Thunderous Sound?"

The jade slip in Ji Mobai's hand fell to the ground with a "thud," and he immediately looked up in astonishment at the two figures in the air.

The surrounding disciples looked bewildered; their swordsmanship was too low to discern the sword intent and depth within.

Mo Wenjian stood with his fingers drawn back, and said to Zhao Wuji meaningfully, "The ultimate realm of swordsmanship has three stages, and sword qi and thunderous sound are merely the beginning."

"I'll give you a push, young friend. I've already grasped the concept of sword energy differentiation, and I've barely touched the edge."

Before the words were finished, the sword mark on the cliff suddenly burst forth with a soaring sword intent.

"What a magnificent Heaven-Asking Sword Intent!"

Zhao Wuji's pupils narrowed slightly, and he nodded in approval.

This sword mark, though seemingly random, actually conforms to the general principles of the "Asking the Heavens Sword Scripture," one of the two most important sword scriptures of the Qilin Sword Sect.

With his current level of cultivation, he could immediately see that it contained a sword path inheritance that led directly to the Golden Core stage.

However, he had already grasped the concept of sword light splitting, but he had not yet grasped the concept of one sword with ten thousand techniques.

Considering the other party's intentions and his previous attempts to recruit him, he immediately smiled and said, "Please forgive my ignorance, Elder Mo. In fact, I have recently come to understand the differentiation of sword energy."

After saying that, he casually pointed out a spot.

A sword aura shot out instantly, but halfway through, it split into six streams, which could be manipulated at will, spinning and shooting out like swimming fish.

"you"

Mo Wenjian was immediately astonished. Even though his sword energy split into six paths, he could only barely manage it.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Wuji's improvement after returning from the Sword Tomb was so rapid and so significant, it was simply beyond imagination.

If the sword energy can be divided into twelve streams in the future, then one can truly touch the legendary realm of sword light differentiation.

"incredible"

Mo Wenjian was amazed and embarrassed. He had intended to give Zhao Wuji some pointers, but he hadn't expected that the other party's sword control skills were already on par with his own.

He immediately chuckled and praised, "Young friend's talent in swordsmanship is no less than that of our sect's number one swordsman, the Holy Kirin Kong Jin."

"Come on, this old man is here to bestow upon you an immeasurable fortune."

"Oh? Then I'd like to hear what the elder has to say."

Inside the octagonal pavilion at the main peak of Linlang, the aroma of tea wafts through the air.

Mo Wenjian lifted his cloak, the mist dissipated, revealing a face as sharp as a sword's edge.

He vaguely sensed Yan Lan's focused aura as she observed him from not far away on Crimson Flame Peak.

He immediately tapped the table lightly with his fingers, and seven sword energies silently entered the wall, forming a soundproof sword array, he said.

"Young friend, are you aware of the Wang family's recent activities?"

Zhao Wuji paused slightly as he poured tea: "Elder Mo, are you referring to the Wang family's recruitment of guest elders?"

He still had more than a dozen loyal Xuanjia cultivators in the Xuanming Dynasty.

He was already aware of the commotion over there, and was even considering whether to take the opportunity to get closer so that he could later seize the real Xiang Yu's head and the level four spiritual vein.

"It seems you are well-informed, young friend."

A glint flashed in Mo Wenjian's eyes. "The conditions offered by the Wang family are no simple matter: the right to use a level four spiritual vein, the qualification to consult Golden Core level cultivation techniques, and even a promise to help the guest elder break through to the peak of the Spirit Condensation realm, becoming an invincible cultivator below the Golden Core stage."

Zhao Wuji put down his teacup, raised his eyes, and asked, "With such generous treatment, what do you request?"

"Prepare for war!"

Mo Wenjian suddenly lowered his voice, "The Wang family possesses the 'Huangji Jingshi Book,' which must have deduced the approximate time of the spiritual energy revival."

They are currently frantically gathering combat power. Once spiritual energy recovers, Wang Wujiang, the patriarch of the Wang family, might attempt to undergo the Nascent Soul Tribulation, break through to the Nascent Soul stage, and even proactively instigate a war against the other four major families.

He suddenly took out a jade slip and projected light and shadow onto the table.

On the map of Kyushu, five red dots flashed like bloodshot eyes, marking the locations of the five great immortal cultivation families that were rumored to have sealed away the remnants of the Overlord's body.

Mo Wenjian pointed to the key point: "The Wang family's recruitment of guest elders at this time may well be the vanguard assassins seven years from now!"

"The elder informed me of this matter." Zhao Wuji frowned.

"I wish to invite you, young friend, to join the Wang family as a guest advisor!"

Mo Wenjian suddenly pulled out a storage bag, took out three heavy medicine bottles, and said, "The Qilin Sword Sect has three Sword Heart Pills, which can help you break through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm within a year. These pills are specifically designed to break through the barriers of spiritual consciousness, enhance spiritual power, and increase your understanding of swordsmanship. They are extremely precious."

Seeing Zhao Wuji remain silent in thought, the old man took out another sword talisman: "This talisman can suppress the bloodline curse for you ten times. If you succeed in the future and join my Qilin Sword Sect, there will be other ways to expel the bloodline curse."

With such merit and experience, you are already one of us. Even without the Ancestor emerging from seclusion, we elders can recommend you as a core disciple to compete for the position of Sword Child.

The secret room suddenly fell silent, with only wisps of tea steam rising from it.

Zhao Wuji suddenly chuckled: "Elder Mo knows perfectly well that those who pledge allegiance to the Wang family at this time will become vanguard assassins in the future, yet you still want me to put myself in danger. What does your Qilin Sword Sect want me to do?"

"intelligence."

Mo Wenjian's gaze was intense. "The Wang family patriarch's intentions, the Hua family's true stance, and..."

He pulled a scroll from his sleeve, revealing, "The weakness of the array sealing the King's head!"

"Elder Mo is quite frank."

Zhao Wuji pondered to himself that even if the other party hadn't invited him, he might have gone in the future anyway, but since the other party had taken the initiative to offer him benefits...
He suddenly stood up, looked directly at Mo Wenjian, and said with a serious expression, "This trip is dangerous, and I need other supplies."

Upon hearing this, Mo Wenjian knew that the trip was successful, and he stroked his beard and laughed: "Young friend, please speak freely!"

"First, I demand that the Qilin Sword Sect promise to come to my rescue if the Wang family tries to harm me."

"Can!"

"Secondly, I need thirty ancient spirit stones and a thousand source crystals."

Mo Wenjian frowned slightly, but finally nodded: "Alright."

"third."

Zhao Wuji said, "I need five Yin-attribute level three spiritual materials."

Mo Wenjian nodded without hesitation, "Agreed!"

Zhao Wuji was taken aback.

Damn it, have I not been speaking enough?

He wanted to raise his fourth finger, but he felt a little embarrassed in the face of Mo Wenjian's gaze.

"Very well, the Qilin Sword Sect has already shown its sincerity. If I intend to join this sect in the future, I must not leave an impression of being greedy and insatiable at this time."

Seeing that he had already achieved his goal, Zhao Wuji smiled and bowed, saying, "Alright, I have no further questions. Thank you, Elder Mo."

Mo Wenjian breathed a sigh of relief and said in a deep voice, "Young friend, please remember that the Wang family's recruitment of guest elders will only last for one year. It would be best if you could break through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm within one year and become a guest elder of the Wang family."

"If I don't break through to the late stage of the Condensation Realm within a year, and also fail to pass the Wang family's assessment to become a guest elder, then these resources will be lost."

Mo Wenjian waved his sleeve and said, "Even if our Qilin Sword Sect made a mistake in its investment, we will not ask for it back."

Zhao Wuji understood what he meant.

Even so, it means that he should not expect to join the Qilin Sword Sect in the future. His own value is too low, and even if he joins, it will be difficult for him to become a core member.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, he immediately stood up, cupped his hands, and saw them off to the outside of the cave.

After the sword rainbow faded into the distance, Zhao Wuji gently touched his brow and looked at the Sword Heart Pill in his hand. "Peak Master Hua, it seems I really must keep my promise this time. The Wang family is a foregone conclusion."

At this moment, Yan Lan's divine voice came from behind.

"Junior nephew, who was that person just now? His aura seemed somewhat familiar."

"Mo Wenjian, the Third Elder of the Qilin Sword Sect!"

Zhao Wuji had nothing to hide from his senior brother Yan Lan, and after responding, he said...

“Senior Uncle, I may soon be going to the Wang family in Beidi Yunzhou to find the Peak Master. We can go and finalize the deal between you and Huang Shang.”

"What? So sudden?"

Yan Lan was startled, then said with a hint of resentment, "It seems you, junior nephew, are also in Cao's camp but your heart is with Han. Wouldn't it be better to stay by your senior uncle's side? Why do you have to go to the Wang family to find your peak master?"

(End of this chapter)