"The Vortex Cannon, finally it’s within my grasp."
With the powerful control ability of the Wind’s Shackles, Wen Ping’s confidence soared, and once again, the sensation of punching a Mountain Suppression expert to death erged. This ti, it no longer felt ethereal, but rather, he genuinely believed he could do it!
With absolute confidence, he now truly hoped that the coalition army of the Hundred Sects Alliance would arrive sooner, or else, where would he find a Mountain Suppression expert to test his skills?
After erging from the Fierce Beast Trial Ground, it was already the second day.
Having lost track of ti, it wasn’t until he encountered Huai Ye, who was up early preparing food, that Wen Ping realized he had been cultivating for five or six days. Today happened to be the day the Thousand Layers would open. His plan to stay in Tingyu Pavilion until the end of the two hundred-fold Enlightennts had to be temporarily put on hold. But since things were already like this, he also thought to arrange the cultivation schedule for the coming days. Anyone wishing to enter the Wind Valley must make an appointnt in advance, or else he’d be secluded for several more days.
Moreover, many tasks awaited him once the Enlightennt was over.
"You’re finally out!"
At alti, Long Ke suddenly appeared like a ghost, sitting beside Wen Ping.
"Join the sect!"
Faced with the enticing aroma of the dishes and the red-colored Spirit Rice, Long Ke didn’t imdiately eat as she usually would. She didn’t even glance at them this ti.
Obviously, this was because she’d been impatiently waiting for so long.
Waiting is always the dullest of tasks.
Back then, just one bowl of Spirit Rice drove her crazy; what more of this Wind Attribute Anomaly Vein that’s desired yet unattainable?
As the Sect Leader, Wen Ping certainly couldn’t agree imdiately. Otherwise, it would seem like Long Ke joining the Immortal Sect was a great favor, and it would diminish his stature as a Sect Leader. "We’ll talk about it after the al."
Upon hearing this, Long Ke imdiately burst into rage.
If she hit Wen Ping, her sister would likely feel heartbroken.
She couldn’t hit him, but couldn’t she scold him?
"I’ve been waiting for you so long, and you still want to talk after the al! Do you have any sense of ti? Is other people’s ti not ti?"
"Three hundred White Crystals."
"Join the sect!"
Three phrases burst forth from her cherry lips.
"She’s really anxious," Wen Ping thought to himself.
Imdiately, he stole a quick glance at his little aunt. From the anger in her expression, he thought, to be honest, that having an Upper Realm Mountain Suppression expert join the sect was indeed to his liking. This way, the Immortal Sect could accumulate so more foundation.
The Evil Spirit Knight, Mountain Dog, and two Palace Guards together couldn’t match the strength of one Upper Realm Mountain Suppression expert.
But—
There was a problem.
Soone was looking for him!
And it was soone from the City Lord’s Mansion.
A Lower Profound Realm cultivator was at the bottom of the Thousand Layers, shouting hysterically based on the system’s transmitted footage. He was a stranger, indicating that he was a strong newcor just joining Cangwu City since he wore armor that only a Deputy City Lord was eligible to wear.
Knowing he couldn’t reach the Immortal Sect, he scread from below: "Sect Leader Wen, a newsletter from Bright Mirror Lake! A newsletter from the dean of Celestial Academy for you!"
Ji Liangping sent a letter?
Wen Ping’s brow twitched, and he hurriedly signaled the Mountain Dog to fetch the letter.
Ji Liangping’s letter could an one of two things.
Either good news or... worrying news.
If it were purely chatting, he definitely wouldn’t have written a letter and sent it to Cangwu City. If he had ti to write, he would rather co to Cangwu City himself; after all, he’d love to keep a close relationship with Wen Ping.
"Kid, talk to . You aren’t interested in over a hundred White Crystals, but if I, an Upper Realm Mountain Suppression expert, join the sect, I could easily protect the Immortal Sect for several hundred years. Surely you understand this?"
She knows Wen Ping doesn’t lack White Crystals now. She knows sothing about the Vortex Map from Lin Kewu and the others.
With Zhantian Qingxuan, the Two Vortex Vortex Divine Artisan, around, Wen Ping couldn’t possibly lack White Crystals—because aside from selling the Vortex Map, Wen Ping didn’t need to support thousands, tens of thousands of people; instead, everyone in the sect obversely needed to give him White Crystals.
"Can you protect us from the Hundred Sects Alliance’s attempt to destroy us too?" Wen Ping blurted out. Of course, this statent was ant to calm Long Ke down. Even though the statent sounded serious, it would sound like a joke to anyone.
Does the Hundred Sects Alliance really have to be serious with one force?
Yet, Long Ke’s response surprised Wen Ping. She nodded outright, "It’s just the Hundred Sects Alliance; if they dare co, I’ll make sure their Alliance Leader won’t see another sunrise."
When these words ca out, the expressions of Qin Shan and the others at the dining table shifted.
As they exchanged glances, they felt a turbulent wave inside.
In such a vast Heaven and Earth Lake, no one would dare say such words, yet their Zhao Keqing did!
Shortly after, Long Ke added, "So, am I now a mber of the Immortal Sect?"
"She truly is determined to join the sect."
Wen Ping murmured to himself, and he hadn’t expected such a big promise from Long Ke after a perfunctory statent — a pleasant surprise indeed — well, at this point, he stopped pretending, promptly accepting Long Ke was crucial.
Just when he was about to nod, the Mountain Dog arrived before him.
Before Wen Ping could receive it, a glance revealed a scent of blood following.
It wasn’t from the beast blood soup on the dining table, nor was it relics from the demon remains in the Mountain Dog’s mouth; it ca from the letter!
"What’s going on?"
Wen Ping stooped to pick up the letter and turned to walk toward the window, opening it as he walked.
The envelope had a blood imprint!
It seed to be imprinted before the inner words dried.
Wen Ping knew that people here had a habit of writing letters of hatred and vengeance with their own blood, highlighting their inner pain and urgent emotions.
The letter slowly unfolded.
As he read line by line, Wen Ping’s expression gradually changed.
His previously calm body suddenly shuddered, and a vast killing intent abruptly surged, causing Qin Shan and others ten steps away to change their faces, for the killing intent was oppressive to them.
Involuntarily, a question arose in everyone’s mind.
What happened to the Sect Leader?
Though they didn’t know the answer, they understood it was certainly related to the letter in the Sect Leader’s hands!
"Good!"
"Well done indeed!"
Wen Ping gritted his teeth to speak three words, involuntarily crumpling the letter into a ball, his gaze sweeping outside the window, with a fierce intent seemingly soaring high into the sky.
A fine Dragon God Sect!
Spying on my Vortex Map and not learning a lesson even after killing your Mountain Suppression expert?
Yet, you still dare to engage in petty sches!
"Upright Mountain Suppression experts, instead of coming to Cangwu City to find , you trouble Body Refining Realm cultivators, really dignified."
With that, Wen Ping suddenly turned back.
"Zhao Keqing, since you want to join the sect, first co with sowhere."
"Who do we kill?"
Long Ke asked.
Evidently, she had guessed what Wen Ping wanted to do.
"It’s not far."
Wen Ping left these two words and imdiately started to walk downstairs.
On this trip, Wen Ping didn’t want to bring the Evil Spirit Knight or the Palace Guard, because the deterrence they brought wasn’t significant—not enough to instill fear in the entire Dragon God Sect!
This ti he wanted to strike fear into the Dragon God Sect, so the next ti they saw him, they’d avoid him at all costs!
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