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Upon hearing this, many people exchanged glances, and a few were indeed tempted.

Seeing this, the manager of Wanbaoge smiled inwardly, knowing his opportunity had arrived, and pressed his advantage: "Moreover..."

In a private room of the restaurant across the street, the successor of the Book Pavilion shook his head.

Sitting opposite him was the heir of Wanbaoge, who was watching this brainwashing marketing campaign with great interest.

The successor of the Book Pavilion glanced at the group of cultivators downstairs who were being stirred up and were about to make a move. He smiled and said, "These guys who have been blinded by profit, do they really think that the Immortal Gold Society would look down on them?"

"And even if we give it to them, what then? Don't they even consider whether they can protect such a supreme treasure?"

"Your Wanbaoge's mouth, full of lies, is indeed more effective than any illusion."

"What do you mean by deceiving people? This is called marketing." The heir of Wanbaoge looked away confidently.

"Besides, if we don't give them any hope, who's going to cover our losses this time?"

The fat man slowly took a sip of his drink, his cheerful face displaying the shrewdness typical of a businessman.

"Look at that group of people downstairs. They say that the immortal gold has nothing to do with them, but aren't they all listening intently?"

"It's just giving them a seed. Once that seed is planted, they will willingly spend money to buy pills, intelligence, and armor."

"As for whether I'll be able to get the Immortal Gold in the end?" He shrugged, looking completely innocent.

"What does that have to do with my Wanbaoge?"

Upon hearing this, the heir of the Book Pavilion picked up a pen and wrote a few lines on the legendary book, muttering to himself:

"On a certain day in a certain era of the Ancient Era, Wanbaoge amassed wealth in Wangjin City under the guise of immortal gold. People flocked to it like moths to a flame, and nine out of ten left empty-handed, while Wanbaoge alone became rich."

"My goodness, you even remembered this?"

"Of course, it should be written into the historical record so that future generations will know the true face of your Wanbaoge." The successor of the book pavilion said matter-of-factly.

The heir of Wanbaoge twitched his eye, feeling utterly helpless; he had absolutely no way to deal with him.

He turned his head and looked listlessly at the dead zone in the distance. His eyes narrowed and he asked in confusion, "Why do you think the Immortal Gold would choose a forbidden zone?"

"This place is far too dangerous! What if I were to come across some unspeakable taboo..."

The successor of the Book Pavilion put away his books and pens, and looked with him toward the forbidden area, his eyes full of the clarity of a scholar: "It is naturally intentional for it to be in the forbidden area!"

"This place is a forbidden zone for others, but for them, it is the safest place."

He paused briefly, then continued explaining, "Think about it..."

"If it were to appear in the outside world, no matter how ancient, powerful, or adept at hiding, it would ultimately just be an unrefined piece of material."

"And those extreme forces possess Emperor-level weapons. Once the Emperor-level weapons are fully restored and used to suppress it, it will have nowhere to escape!"

"But the forbidden zone is different. Imperial weapons dare not venture in easily, otherwise, they might disturb the unknown beings sleeping inside."

"As a forbidden zone that has existed for all eternity, no one knows what kind of monster might jump out from inside."

"Even in the outer perimeter, divine senses are distorted, so the old monsters dare not fight fiercely in the restricted area."

"It hides inside, and no one can do anything about it, so it dares to set up a arena and let the geniuses compete for it, because it is not worried at all that anyone can forcibly take it away."

"If you want it, you have to follow its rules!"

After listening, the fat man from Wanbaoge clicked his tongue and said, "So this is a piece of immortal gold with brains? It knows how to find itself a referee's seat?"

"Otherwise what?" The heir of the Book Pavilion spoke with a hint of disdain for his unscrupulous merchant friend.

It was as if they were criticizing him for not even having this much common sense, wondering if he was really using his brain entirely for accounting.

"Immortal metal possesses a spirit, and its knowledge is vast and profound. If it weren't for its inability to transform and cultivate, even the so-called Chaos Holy Spirit, hailed as the most perfect being born of heaven and earth, wouldn't be worthy of carrying its shoes!"

The fat man from Wanbaoge suddenly lowered his voice: "Then tell me, what kind of monster is it looking for?"

The successor of the Book Pavilion said leisurely, "Who knows... Immortal Gold has a different perspective than ordinary people. It has seen the entire river of history. What kind of monsters haven't they seen?"

"But the starting requirement is undoubtedly a young emperor! Moreover, the physical body that can bear the Xuanhuang Mother Gold must be an unparalleled monster!"

"In this respect, perhaps the gods, true dragons, and holy spirits have the advantage..."

After hearing this, the fat man from Wanbaoge suddenly grinned.

He picked up his wine glass and waved it in front of the scholar's successor: "Gods? True dragons? Holy spirits? What a load of rubbish! I bet my human race's Emperor Physique."

The heir of the Book Pavilion glanced at him, a smirk playing on his lips, and said, "Me too."

Suddenly, a commotion arose downstairs.

The successor of Wanbaoge turned to look out the window, his smile slowly fading.

A magnificent motorcade slowly drove into the Forbidden City.

On the lead chariot, a banner of law fluttered in the wind, and the clan emblem embroidered on it made many people gasp.

"That's... the Kunlu clan! They've produced a supreme quasi-emperor, and they're one of the royal lineages of the divine race!" A human rogue cultivator in the crowd exclaimed in a low voice.

The young god-like figure atop the chariot arrogantly swept his gaze over the humans on the street, coldly uttering two words: "Insects!"

Although the voice was very soft, everyone present, who wasn't a cultivator, heard it.

The person who had shouted the loudest just now blushed instantly, but dared not utter a single word.

The cultivators who were still haggling subconsciously shrank back, their previous enthusiasm for seizing the opportunity instantly dampened.

"It seems the humans in the Eastern Wilderness still haven't learned their lesson." The young man sneered and casually raised his hand.

Dozens of guards stepped forward in unison, and a powerful killing intent instantly enveloped the entire street.

It seems that he wants to kill everyone present simply because he doesn't like them!

The crowd retreated, some already surging with magical power, others clutching talismans, ready to flee at any moment.

In the private room.

The successor of the Book Pavilion glanced at the successor of the Treasure Pavilion opposite him and gave him a look: "This is your Treasure Pavilion's territory where profits are made, aren't you going to stop them?"

"What are you stopping me for? We're looking out over the Forbidden City. Dead men don't need a reason." He put his wine glass on the table, leaned back in his chair, and patted his round belly with his hands clasped together.

"Moreover, this young master of the gods probably doesn't know how many monsters have already come to this city."

He gestured with his chin toward the window, his tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"Just wait and see. This is the Eastern Wilderness, the territory of my human race! Even a mighty dragon can't suppress a local snake. Someone will teach him a lesson."

The fat man from Wanbaoge had barely finished speaking when...

"well……

A very soft sigh came from the street corner, like a gentle breeze from the source of Taoism, passing through the hustle and bustle of the entire street.