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"Is it true?"
When Huai Kong heard this, he felt like soone who was falling down a cliff and suddenly saw a long vine. It might not be able to save his life, but it allowed him to see hope, causing him to feel a yearning for the future again.
Shortly after, Wen Ping nodded and this caused Huai Kong’s heart to tremble.
"Let alone a single request, even if you had ten requests, I would agree as long as I could achieve them. Sect Leader Wen, please feel free to speak."
"Very simple! As long as senior demon chef is willing to join my Immortal Sect, I will definitely be able to do sothing about the demonic nature."
"This..."
Huai Kong who had been prattling on self-importantly earlier suddenly hesitated.
Looking at his expression, Wen Ping helplessly shrugged.
It was as he had expected. This matter wouldn’t be so smooth.
"Senior demon chef, earlier didn’t you say that you would agree even if I had ten requests? Why did you suddenly change your mind just after a few breaths of ti had passed?"
"Other matters can be accepted, but I really cannot join the Immortal Sect. I’m soone who cannot stop. Once I stop, I will lose the direction of my life. What becos of the wind if it stops? It becos marsh gas..."
As he spoke to the end, Huai Kong’s voice gradually beca profound. He took in a breath heavily as though he was accepting an extrely sorrowful fate.
There was a hint of helplessness in his sigh and also the loneliness of a person.
"Senior demon chef, I’m very respectful toward your life value. However, you still have to choose between freedom and your kin. Are you willing to bring her along to roam the world and wait for her to beco a mindless demon? As long as you agree to join the Immortal Sect, I’ll settle the matters of your daughter."
"Sect Leader Wen, pardon for not being able to comply with your wish. Just speak freely if you have any other conditions. As long as I can et those conditions, I won’t hesitate even if I have to die..."
Wen Ping: "..."
(Did I get rejected just like that?)
Yang Zongxian was listening to their conversation. He knew very clearly about the personality of this friend of his. However, he was sowhat curious about why Wen Ping wanted his old friend to join the Immortal Sect. Huai Kong’s strength was rely at the eighth level of the Body Refinent Realm.
It was very diocre. His own son, Yang Lele, would catch up to him within two years.
"Sect Leader Wen, this old friend of mine is truly soone who cannot stop. He is a person that likes roaming around all his life. As long as Sect Leader Wen is willing to help, I, Yang Zongxian, am willing to give 10,000 gold coins as a sign of my gratitude!"
"Forget it, I’m not keen about gold!"
Before the free building upgrade and an average-grade yellow-tier cultivation art, what was 10,000 gold?
Was it even enough to glance once at the average-grade yellow-tier cultivation art or buy a corner of the mystical building?
Yun Liao who was at the side was startled. He was sowhat bewildered when he heard this.
(He doesn’t want 10,000 gold? With so many gold coins, it’s more than enough to establish a new 1-star sect.)
What was his sect leader thinking exactly?
Setting 1,000 gold entrance fee, charging people for the usage of the gravity field...now that there was free money, he actually didn’t want it?
Huai Kong who was at the side continued to say, "I still have other things."
"Don’t. I don’t need other things. I will help as long as you agree. If you don’t, let’s just forget about this matter." Wen Ping paused for a while and continued, "Actually, senior demon chef, I have no wish to restrict your freedom. Once you join my Immortal Sect, you can just cook two als a day. As for the rest of your ti, you can arrange your schedule freely."
"For the sake of eating?!"
Yun Liao couldn’t help but exclaim and almost fell down.
This reason was truly too powerful.
Were all sect leaders so wilful? Refusing 10,000 gold and other things. Maybe, the things Huai Kong had were more valuable than 10,000 gold.
However, Wen Ping purely was thinking about eating.
It sounded a little childish and even a little wilful. If it wasn’t for the fact that Yun Liao knew that Wen Ping wasn’t a child, he might really have thought that he had followed the wrong person.
When Huai Kong heard this, his reaction was different. He suddenly laughed twice. "So, we are people of the sa dao."
"Actually, I’m a walking foodie. Senior demon chef, how about it? Just two als per day and I’ll resolve the demonic nature in your daughter’s body. You are the one winning from this transaction no matter how you look at it. If I were you, I would have long since agreed."
"I won’t be able to stop in a place for long. Since that’s the case, why don’t you let my daughter join your Immortal Sect?"
"Senior demon chef, what do you an by this?"
"My daughter has followed around for five to six years. She might not have learned other things, but her skill in cooking has reached 70% to 80% of my standard. Other than so unique dishes, she is proficient in almost all commonly-seen cuisine."
"Is this real?"
"Why would I lie? If you are doing this purely for the sake of eating, the dishes cooked by my daughter will be sufficient for you to enjoy."
"Alright."
Wen Ping nodded. His gaze then landed on the sleeping Huai Ye as he stroked his chin and pondered.
Others would assu he was in contemplation. But in truth, Wen Ping was asking the system whether Huai Ye would fulfill the mission criteria. What made Wen Ping happy was that although the taotie had rejected him, the taotie’s foster daughter relatively fit the mission criteria.
At this mont, Huai Kong spoke, "However, Sect Leader Wen, it will depend on whether or not my daughter is willing to join your Immortal Sect. As her father, I don’t have the right to force her. It will depend solely on her will."
"I’ll give it a try."
Wen Ping didn’t dare to say that he was certain. He was afraid that this little fat snake might miss her father and was unwilling to leave Huai Kong.
...
Without realizing it, the sky had gradually turned dark.
In the house at the backyard, Wen Ping clasped his hands behind his back as he stared at the rain that was gradually becoming softer from the window.
At this mont, the sounds of shifting rang out from the bed behind him.
Huai Ye was struggling to throw off her sleepiness. She grabbed her blanket and tugged it off while shouting, "Father!"
Wen Ping replied, "Stop shouting. Senior demon chef went to settle so matters."
"Who are you?" Huai Ye shot a wary glance over, but under her wariness, her face had turned red from blushing.
"? Soone that ca to help you, that’s all to it." Wen Ping sat at the window side and stared straight at Huai Ye. "The color of your face is much better, not as pale as when I saw you earlier."
Huai Ye subconsciously touched her face as she asked, "Say, who are you exactly?"
"A person who can help you suppress the demonic nature in your body."
"Just you?"
As Huai Ye spoke, she surveyed Wen Ping and even walked to his side, provocatively using her fingers to prod Wen Ping’s body. Maybe she was mocking Wen Ping in her heart, but there was also a possibility that she was preparing to mock Wen Ping openly.
She had traveled around the Eastern Lakes and had never heard of a solution that could suppress demonic nature. Now, a guy that was only a few years older than her actually said that he had a solution?
Why did it sound like a joke?
One must know that her foster father had asked three greater demons at the Mystic Realm. They had lived for centuries and were vastly experienced.
However, they were also helpless with regard to her demonic nature and could only give a path of hope. The answer they gave was for her to open her first arterial gate because cultivation after opening the arterial gate was filled with many unknowns and variables.
As for what the reality would be, no one knew.
Wen Ping shrugged and revealed a nonchalant expression. After that, he lowered his voice and asked, "Little fat snake, are you afraid of dragons?"
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