The foundation of Wood Dragon is there; if it can join the Immortal Sect, it will definitely beco a great help in the future.
With its assistance, Wood Dragon’s power returning to its peak is only a matter of ti.
Or rather, even without waiting for the future, the current Wood Dragon can already do many things for the Immortal Sect.
The strength of the Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm is already more than enough to walk unhindered in the Red Domain.
At the sa ti, the Immortal Sect doesn’t have much Earth Unrestricted Middle Realm combat power.
However, the Wood Dragon did not respond.
It only breathed heavily, as if deep in thought.
Wenping was not in a hurry, quietly waiting for Wood Dragon’s response.
At this mont, being anxious is of no use.
But to expedite Wood Dragon’s thoughts, Wenping still took out his magic wand and cast Necromancy.
"Listen to my summoning..."
Death Qi imdiately spread in all directions.
The sacred Dragon Qi in the world was imdiately pushed aside, separated from the Death Qi, like the division between the Chu and Han realms.
A massive Bone Dragon ca from across the realm!
Wood Dragon is pure, Bone Dragon is evil.
When both appeared in one place, Wood Dragon imdiately retreated and watched the Bone Dragon warily, whose aura was not weaker than its own.
"No need to be nervous."
Actually, Wenping didn’t care if the Wood Dragon was nervous.
He wanted enough might to make the Wood Dragon bow down; otherwise, what difference would there be between his and the Redleaf Sect’s relations with the Wood Dragon later?
Let’s just hope the Wood Dragon isn’t too proud.
Because he really couldn’t bear to kill the Wood Dragon.
After a long pause, Wood Dragon finally responded, but it was directed at the Bone Dragon.
"An aura of ultimate evil!"
Wenping ignored the Wood Dragon.
Since the Wood Dragon showed a ripple upon seeing the Bone Dragon, his purpose for summoning the Bone Dragon was achieved.
Wenping imdiately repeated his earlier question, "I won’t stay in this Boundless realm for long, so it’s best for you to quickly consider your options. Will you wait until ti strips you of your last bit of stubbornness, turning you into prey, or will you co with and try to reclaim your peak?"
"Human, I don’t trust you!"
"But I trust you."
That’s how Wenping uses people: he doesn’t doubt them.
Wood Dragon fell silent again.
It seed not to have expected Wenping’s answer.
After who knows how many years, it’s completely forgotten what trust feels like.
In its view, humans are deceitful, demons are deceitful as well.
Trust seems not to have any place on this path of pursuing power.
This is sothing it once firmly believed in, but found to be nonexistent.
Wood Dragon replied, "Human, you are so... naive. You, such a person, won’t go far on this path of power pursuit."
"This isn’t cultivation, an emotional and rciless path everyone walks."
Wenping let out a chuckle.
"What?"
"Nothing... how about this, I’ll give you a few days to think about it properly. Answer when I co out of the Black Hall."
Wenping retracted the Bone Dragon and imdiately decided to go into the Black Hall to take a look.
"By the way, you’re not the only demon of the previous era I’ve t. I already have two; if you co back with , you guys should have soone to talk to."
Whether they have soone to talk to, Wenping knows not.
But Big Mischief and Little Mischief definitely gained another plaything.
The Flood Dragon beneath the dormitory area is no longer silently enduring everything.
After speaking, Wenping imdiately used sword control to enter above the Black Hall, leaving Wood Dragon alone in the blue sky, pensively gazing in the direction Wenping departed.
However, it suddenly realized.
It has another duty—to guard the Black Hall!
The Black Hall is the Inheritance Land of the Redleaf Sect. It promised the ancestors of the Redleaf Sect not to let outsiders of the Redleaf Sect touch the Black Hall.
But upon looking at the Black Hall again, Wenping’s figure had completely disappeared.
"Just pretend I didn’t see it."
After countless years, Wood Dragon felt it was ti to reflect on its issues.
From the thod this person used to summon the Bone Dragon, it was clear that a demon of its power level no longer had a ruling position.
It couldn’t suppress all small villains at will, like thousands of years ago.
As ti goes by, its power will only decrease, eventually likely becoming prey for the strong among the Human Race.
anwhile, the Demon Race would continue to keep an eye on it.
Its flesh and bones are greatly nourishing for the Demon Race.
And if it doesn’t agree, would that person let it go?
Moreover, can it deal with that Bone Dragon?
That aura of extre evil caused it to feel a palpitation.
...
In the Black Hall.
Wenping used sword control to enter the Black Hall, traversing the passage flanked by towering stone pillars, then stopped at a massive plaza.
From above, the Black Hall was visible at a glance.
No secret rooms, no second floor.
Its existence seed only to shield the central plaza from the wind and rain.
Wenping noticed that in the central plaza, on the complex Dragon Wall Text-covered tiles, over a hundred disciples of the Redleaf Sect were seated cross-legged.
Just glancing at one was sowhat astonishing.
Appearing in their thirties, within the Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression.
Truly a genius!
If the cultivation student can continue smoothly, they would definitely achieve Earth Unrestricted before turning a hundred years old.
The most interesting part is that everyone on the plaza was around thirty, with strength centered around the Mountain Suppression Realm.
However, none surpassed the Middle Realm of Mountain Suppression.
But even so, it was enough to surprise anyone.
"This is the advantage of having a deep foundation. With such a large population, these overlord-level forces have attracted all the talented people under the sky."
Following this, Wen Ping noticed the surroundings of the square. Green stone walls stood all around, enclosing the square.
The green stone walls were still covered with Dragon Wall Text.
Wen Ping also noticed that the Dragon Wall Text on the green stone walls corresponded with those on the square’s tiles, forming a peculiar and complex energy field. Wen Ping estimated that it was the handiwork of the sa person who designed the Celestial Rank Fate for talent testing from the Red Leaf Sect.
At least a Four-Spin Vortex Divine Artisan!
Whether it might be a Five-Spin one, Wen Ping dared not to speculate wildly, as a Five-Spin Vortex Divine Artisan seed virtually nonexistent in the Red Domain.
When Wen Ping tentatively stepped in, a surge of energy rushed into his mind.
The original world disappeared.
Wen Ping found himself amidst a starry sky.
Next, green stone walls appeared around him once more, but this ti, they were inscribed with Vein Techniques.
Various School Vein Skills!
Twenty-three walls, all the sa!
"This is another precious wealth indeed."
Wen Ping looked at these School Vein Skills, genuinely delighted inside.
Of course, he didn’t need them.
Most in the Immortal Sect didn’t need them either.
Because the Immortal Sect had better ones.
But that didn’t stop Wen Ping from morizing them and taking them back.
If the disciples of the Immortal Sect didn’t want to practice them, the ones planting trees or sweeping could give it a try.
The laborers of the Immortal Sect couldn’t just be left without skills, wasting their potential at the Mountain Suppression Realm, could they?
In less than a quarter of an hour, all 23 School Vein Skills were engraved in Wen Ping’s mory, unerasable.
The creator of this Black Hall would probably die again from disbelief in the netherworld, not expecting anyone to morize all 23 School Vein Skills simultaneously without their mind exploding. Because normally, an Earth Unrestricted expert attempting to morize more than one School Vein Skill would find their head bursting.
After morizing all 23 School Vein Skills, Wen Ping exited the square, and everything before his eyes returned to reality.
The next mont, the sword was raised!
The Flying Sword soared, smashing the green stone walls one by one.
Bang!
Bang!
The people in the square awoke at this mont, and they looked around in bewildernt and lingering disappointnt.
When they saw the chaos in the Inheritance Land, they were dumbfounded.
"What happened?"
"How did the Inheritance Land get destroyed?"
Everyone looked at each other, utterly confused.
Then Wen Ping’s voice floated over, "A group of geniuses, my Sect Leader is truly reluctant to kill you all."
Silencing them would be a pity.
They’re all geniuses under forty.
No matter which force they were thrown to, they would undoubtedly be among the top.
A hot-tempered disciple from the Red Leaf Sect imdiately shouted in indignation, "Who are you? How dare you trespass into the Boundless Inheritance Land?"
The next second, the Flying Sword swept across.
One sword through the throat!
The man clutched his throat, terror-stricken, staggering back two steps, then looked to his companions beside him, seeking their aid.
He never expected to die in the Inheritance Land.
A few days ago, he was still basking in the envy and jealousy of the Red Leaf Sect disciples.
A few days ago, he was dreaming of his rapidly growing power once he left the Inheritance Land.
Just yesterday, he was still smug about his minor success in School Vein Skills.
Thud!
Eventually, he fell in a pool of blood, silent forever.
The nurous disciples of the Red Leaf Sect recoiled in terror, watching Wen Ping rise in Sword Control with horror.
Wen Ping coldly asked, "I’ll give you two choices, one, death; two, co with ."
"I’ll choose two!"
"I’ll choose two as well!"
Once soone chose the first, the second and third followed quickly.
In less than ten breaths, all the more than fifty present chose the second option.
So what exactly was the second choice?
Obviously, it was to return to the Immortal Sect and plant trees.
It’d be a pity to kill them.
Only fitting for planting trees!
Wen Ping hadn’t recruited anyone to work for quite so ti.
Today was just right to gather a batch of future Earth Unrestricted experts to sweep and plant trees.
After everyone followed Wen Ping out of the Black Hall, he handed each of them ten empty Storage Rings, distributing the task of collecting celestial materials and treasures.
"Fill all ten Storage Rings with high-quality celestial materials and treasures. If I find any low-quality ones used to make up numbers when departing, their fate will be worse than that person just now."
After setting the tasks, Wen Ping glanced around. The Wood Dragon’s presence was already gone.
However, Wen Ping didn’t mind, as his spiritual power detected the Wood Dragon contemplating by the Curved Realm River twenty to thirty miles away.
It was deep in thought!
Wen Ping imdiately piloted the Flying Ship into the air, beginning to oversee the Red Leaf Sect prodigies collecting celestial materials and treasures.
Whenever soone attempted sly tricks or escape, Wen Ping instantly sealed their throat with a sword and loudly announced their death to everyone.
Initially, there were a couple who hoped to escape opportunistically, but realizing it was unrealistic, they could only resign themselves to collecting celestial materials and treasures silently.
After all, staying alive was paramount!
As ti passed, while gathering celestial materials and treasures, the people sighed in despair.
Why haven’t the elders of the Red Leaf Sect co to rescue them?
It had been two days already.
(Um... I’m thick-skinned, may I ask for a vote?)
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