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He was shocked at how Lu Yuansheng, all by himself, dared to strike decisively.

He was also astonished at how rampant the Incense-burning Dao had become within Chen State!

Six at Class III… The numbers of the top tier were almost no different from the old East Saint Sect.

“There must still be many upper levels of Yin God’s lineage that haven’t come yet, otherwise, just this one lineage would be enough to sweep through the entire Chen State!”

“And this is just one lineage within the Kingdom of Immortals.”

Wang Ba couldn’t help but express awe at the strength of the Kingdom of Immortals.

He then asked some more questions and unexpectedly learned that these people were actually slave cultivators specifically assigned to deliver orders to the Incense-burning Dao cultivators.

“With Zong’er missing and the Spiritl Ear unusable, we have to run back and forth to deliver messages ourselves,” said one of the dao Cultivators, his face expressionless due to the soul search.

Wang Ba was taken aback for a moment when he heard this.

Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently caused a lot of trouble for the Incense-burning Dao.

Out of curiosity, he asked, “What’s the content of the messages you are delivering?”

Bang!

One of the Incense-burning Dao Cultivators opened his mouth to answer, but his face quickly contorted with discomfort. Suddenly, without warning, his body burst open!

Whoosh.

Wang Ba removed the magic barrier from his body, his expression slightly heavy.

This Incense-burning Dao was too careful and brutal, actually placing such a vicious spell on the messengers.

He guessed that unless the spell was removed by a specialist, if these messengers opened their mouths, they would die immediately!

Not believing this, Wang Ba tested it again one by one.

After a while, he looked at the blood pits in front of him exploded by the cultivators, and shook his head with a grim expression.

It seemed there was really no way to ask any further.

Even though he was somewhat unwilling, he didn’t have a better plan. But thanks to the soul search, he had gained some understanding of the defences of the Incense-burning Dao in the vicinity.

Then he and Shen Fu continued their journey south.

…

Zhongyuan City.

This major mortal city of Chen State, which had been occupied by the Incense-burning Dao for several years, was now unexpectedly attracting the attention of countless cultivators, openly and secretly.

Within the city.

On a high platform where Spiritual Energy was most abundant, a handsome young man was sitting cross-legged.

Dressed in black, his face was cold.

It was Lu Yuansheng, the newly promoted Golden Core true man of the Tianmen Cult.

At this moment, a middle-aged cultivator with a worried expression on his face was standing in front of him, saying reluctantly,

“Elder Lu, it’s not that I’m unwilling to cultivate, but to cultivate a Class III Spirit Chicken is really beyond my ability…”

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuansheng’s expression turned cold.

“Is there really no way at all?”

“No, at most, I can cultivate up to Class II Top Grade. Any further, even if I’m lucky enough to cultivate one, it will probably take at least thirty or fifty years,” the middle-aged cultivator said, shaking his head.

Lu Yuansheng frowned a little, and suddenly asked, “Why does it have to take so long? Isn’t ten years enough?”

“Ten years? Absolutely impossible!”

The middle-aged cultivator firmly declared, “If a Class III Spirit Chicken could be cultivated in just ten years, then the ancient Jiaohu Daoist would have successfully cultivated one long ago.”

“The gap between Class II and Class III is too big. Even a Class II Top-Grade Spirit Chicken would need a lot of time to accumulate spiritual power to advance to Class III. During this process, it will need a constant supply of Spirit Medicine and spirit materials…”

After hearing this, Lu Yuansheng leaned back, contemplating with narrowed eyes.

It seemed he had been tricked!

This bastard, he would make sure to kill him when he returned!

After thinking for a moment, Lu Yuansheng suddenly asked softly, “Cheng Shu, let me ask you, if a Class III Spirit Chicken inherits part of Fanming’s Primordial Spirit, can it reach the Nascent Soul stage?”

“Class III? Inherit from Fanming?”

The middle-aged cultivator Cheng Shu frowned and thought for a moment: “It should be possible. Generally speaking, the higher the rank, the more Primordial Spirits it can carry. If it reaches the Nascent Soul stage, it is very likely.”

Lu Yuansheng pondered slightly, then suddenly asked:

“What if a Class II Spirit Chicken and a Class III Spirit Chicken both inherited Fanming’s Primordial Spirit at the same time, and used the Spirit Chicken to reverse manipulate Fanming’s original body, would there be any conflict between the two?”

Cheng Shu thought seriously for a while, but finally shook his head helplessly and said:

“I really don’t know the answer to the question you’re asking, senior.”

Lu Yuansheng was about to say something.

Then he heard a cultivator send a message from below: “Blood Bone Dao’s Bai Yu requests an audience.”

“Come in.”

Hearing that it was Bai Yu, Lu Yuansheng immediately stopped the conversation.

Cheng Shu solicited opinions wisely and quickly excused himself and stepped down.

At this time, Bai Yu also walked up to Cheng Shu.

The two politely nodded to each other and passed by.

Afterwards, Cheng Shu faintly heard Lu Yuansheng’s somewhat annoyed voice.

“…Gold Rainbow Station… have all gone there… these elders… only I can hold on here.”

Cheng Shu shook his head, looking at the dark clouds, spreading across the sky outside Zhongyuan City, He sighed.

What a season of troubles!

Meanwhile,

Outside Zhongyuan City.

In the camp where the Incense-burning Dao Cultivators set up formations.

Six Class III cultivators, headed by a long-bearded cultivator, sat high on their futons in an orderly manner.

Below was a middle-aged cultivator with a broken arm kneeling.

“We have underestimated this Tianmen Cult!”

The leading long-bearded cultivator said with a serious look.

“I didn’t expect a fledgling Golden Core Craftsman to possess the combat power of an Immortal Master of Nascent Soul…”

“Today, he alone remained unscathed under our six-person siege!”

“Regrettable! If the Spirit God was still present and with his Empowerment, this person would undoubtedly have been defeated!”

“Brother Gong Dao, don’t overpraise him and damage our prestige. This person is merely relying on his Nascent Soul stage bones! We also have countermeasures.”

A Class III cultivator could not help but say.

“That’s right! Our divine tool has not been used yet. We should send someone to notify our staff over there and have them bring the divine tool over.”

“Yes, Dao Brother, we created this thing specifically to deal with Nascent Soul stage cultivators. It’s just right to try its power on this person!”

The cultivators on the futons began to speak one after another.

The long-bearded cultivator heard and nodded in agreement:

“Hmm, I agree with you all.”

Having said this, he looked down at the kneeling Zheng Yuanhua: “Yuanhua, have you done what I asked you to do?”

“It has been done.”

Zheng Yuanhua hurriedly replied:

“I dispatched several messengers earlier. In a maximum of three days, they should be able to bring the divine tool here.”

“Good! Let’s set it for three days from now, we will deliberately provoke him again. At that time, we will manipulate the divine tool in secret… and we will surely take him down easily!”

“Once we regain control of this place, we can surround the Tianmen Cult, then we will be able to capture the Tianmen Cult in one swoop.”

The long-bearded cultivator nodded satisfactorily.

“Prepare for this now, I want to kill him myself in three days!”

“Yes!”

Zheng Yuanhua immediately took his orders and left.

As he left the camp, he couldn’t help but think to himself:

“This time, nothing should go wrong, right?”