Celestial Wind Zhenren’s face slightly changed, a trace of displeasure flashing in his eyes.
Rejecting his request once or twice, did they really think he was made of mud?
"Daoist Yan, you should think this through carefully."
Celestial Wind Zhenren’s tone carried a slight threat as he coldly said, "If you insist on refusing to modify the Spirit Contract, then the original contract can only be declared void."
"At that ti, you will have no further ties with the Purple Mountain Association."
"Then let it be dissolved." Xu Ping’s lips curled into a cold smile.
This Celestial Wind Zhenren was truly insane, actually using such ans to threaten him.
Having said that, Xu Ping paid no further attention to Celestial Wind Zhenren and Miao Jun, turning and striding away from the place.
Celestial Wind Zhenren watched in the direction Xu Ping left, his expression gloomy like a stormy sky.
He clenched his fists, a raging fire of anger burning within him.
"Hmph, ungrateful!" he said coldly.
If it weren’t for this person’s formidable strength, he would have long demanded that the Seed Puppet Sect dispatch cultivators to eliminate this unruly cultivator.
anwhile, Miao Jun looked at Xu Ping’s departing figure and sighed softly, his heart filled with helplessness.
He currently had no power to resist against either the Seed Puppet Sect or Celestial Wind Zhenren.
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After leaving Miao Jun’s abode, Xu Ping did not depart imdiately; instead, he turned and returned to a side hall.
He sat cross-legged on a ditation cushion, eyes closed, as if waiting for sothing.
Ti flowed silently in this tranquil setting, and half an hour passed in an instant.
Outside the hall, a faint whistling sound suddenly arose as a bright Escape Light streaked across the sky like a teor, landing precisely within the hall.
The Escape Light gradually dissipated, revealing the slightly fatigued figure of Miao Jun.
"Daoist Miao asked to stay for what reason?"
Xu Ping had already keenly sensed the visitor as Miao Jun stepped into the hall.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm and steady as it settled on Miao Jun, inquiring.
"Daoist Yan, I sincerely apologize."
Miao Jun’s face showed a hint of apology, "The Seed Puppet Sect is unbelievably overbearing. Nominally, I am with the Purple Mountain Association, but it’s co completely under their control."
"I truly couldn’t help with the Spirit Contract modification." Saying this, a trace of dimness flickered in his eyes.
Xu Ping nodded calmly: "I understand."
Though he had not deeply interacted much with the Seed Puppet Sect, rely dealing with Celestial Wind Zhenren these few tis, he deeply sensed the arrogance and domineering nature of the Seed Puppet Sect.
Their reckless and unreasonable attitude indeed engendered a sense of loathing in him.
"It’s good that Daoist Yan understands," Miao Jun responded with a bitter smile.
Right now, his heart felt full of hopelessness and bitterness.
He too was powerless; many crucial positions in the Purple Mountain Association were held by disciples of the Seed Puppet Sect, almost rendering him completely marginalized.
"Daoist Miao probably didn’t make this trip just to tell about this, did he?"
Xu Ping looked at Miao Jun, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of deeper aning showing on his face.
"Yes."
Miao Jun nodded heavily.
Although he had secretly resolved himself on the way here, when standing in front of Xu Ping, he inevitably hesitated at the mont of speaking.
His lips parted slightly, wanting to speak yet stopping, his expression full of conflict.
After a long ti, he sighed deeply, as if gathering courage, and slowly said:
"Actually, the original runes given to Daoist Yan were not isolated; there is also a Jade Token associated with them."
"Another Jade Token?"
Hearing this, Xu Ping was montarily stunned, his face showing an extrely surprised expression.
This news completely took him by surprise; he hadn’t expected that Miao Jun was to speak of such a thing.
For him, this was indeed an unexpected delight.
"Daoist, please have a look."
As Miao Jun spoke, he flipped his palm, and a grayish Jade Pendant suddenly appeared in his hand.
This Jade Pendant appeared unremarkable, with no ornate decorations on its surface, even sowhat old, its color dim as if sealed in ti.
Then, Miao Jun flicked a finger, and the Jade Pendant transford into a stream of light, landing steadily in Xu Ping’s hand.
Xu Ping curiously picked up the Jade Pendant in his hand, examining it closely.
The Jade Pendant felt warm to the touch, despite its plain appearance, it subtly exuded an aura of mystery.
"What is the purpose of this Jade Pendant?"
Xu Ping raised his head, his eyes filled with inquisitiveness, looking at Miao Jun, and asked.
After a mont of silence, Miao Jun slowly said, "Daoist Miao, you only need to input a trace of Mana into it, and you’ll uncover its secret."
"Input Mana?"
Xu Ping’s heart was full of curiosity, and he cautiously followed Miao Jun’s direction, harboring a probing mindset, carefully channeling a wisp of Mana into the Jade Pendant.
In an instant, Xu Ping felt a flash of light before him, an invisible force abruptly tugging at his consciousness, pulling him into a strange and unfamiliar space in the blink of an eye.
This space was misty, shrouded in fog, dreamlike and surreal.
Six ethereal figures were quietly hovering in mid-air, their movents synchronized yet varied, constantly engraving runes with their hands.
The runes glimred with mysterious light, each stroke seeming to contain the fundantal truths of the universe.
Entering this space, Xu Ping was initially taken aback, a surge of formidable shock and vigilance arose within him.
However, he quickly realized that his consciousness could withdraw from this space at any mont, allowing his tense nerves to gradually relax.
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