Ten...
Over ten top-tier Immortal Artifacts?
Zeng Rentu seemed to sense something was amiss, his face darkened as he turned to flee.
However, just as he turned, a large wok came tumbling through the air, trapping him inside.
The next moment.
Fire tongs descended, drawing heavenly flames that erupted beneath the wok in towering infernos.
"Ah!"
Zeng Rentu, sealed within the wok, let out a blood-curdling scream.
But before his scream could finish, a spatula soared into the air.
With a flip.
In just a few breaths, Zeng Rentu, who was in the wok, evaporated into thin air, his soul completely scattered.
As the flames subsided.
A water ladle appeared, drawing celestial water and pouring it into the wok.
A steel wool pad emanating supreme energy materialized from nowhere and began scrubbing the wok.
After scrubbing the wok until it gleamed, Jiang Zhi waved his hand, retrieving all the major Immortal Artifacts.
This seamless sequence left Li Hongtian and Huang Qingtian standing dumbfounded on the side, like country bumpkins seeing something extraordinary.
Cold sweat had already broken out all over their bodies.
Especially Huang Qingtian, who looked as if he might collapse at any moment.
If Li Hongtian hadn't brought Lu Chong and the others here, wouldn't he, Huang Qingtian, have met the same fate as Zeng Rentu by now?
Just thinking about it made him shudder!
"It seems Lu Chong wasn't exaggerating at all. There really is such a sacred ground exactly as he described!" Li Hongtian said in amazement.
"I feel Lu Chong's description fell short. This Jiang Zhi casually produced over ten top-tier Immortal Artifacts. This isn't just a sacred ground, it's clearly divine territory!" Huang Qingtian couldn't help but correct.
"Indeed!"
Both men sighed in wonder.
At the same time, they felt immensely fortunate.
At least they had chosen the right side and established connections with the people of this place.
But if only they could get even closer.
Thinking this, the two men exchanged glances before suddenly dropping to their knees.
"May we ask, Governor Jiang Zhi, do you need any subordinates?"
"You two..."
Jiang Zhi looked at them helplessly and said, "You are both respected governors of the Middle Three Continents. How could you serve under me?"
"Please, Governor Jiang Zhi, accept us."
The two remained resolute.
"Uh."
Jiang Zhi held his forehead.
However, thinking about needing more people to guard the teleportation gate, taking these two in might not be such a bad idea.
"It's possible, but following me won't give you the same treatment and comfort as being governors."
"That's fine, as long as food and lodging are provided."
The two quickly responded, their faces full of excitement.
Meanwhile, on the side.
Jiang Zhi's subordinates were also incredibly excited, their expressions filled with fervor.
They finally understood why Jiang Zhi had been so respectful to the two immortal cultivators.
And they finally understood why Jiang Zhi didn't need any preparation before fighting back.
With over ten Immortal Artifacts.
And two immortal cultivators.
What preparation would be needed?
And as subordinates, their future prospects were now secure!
However.
One among them looked up at the sky, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Tears were almost flowing down his face.
Heavens.
What kind of situation had this turned into?
Things hadn't developed at all as he had imagined!
Wasn't he supposed to be valued upon return? How did things end up like this?
Back then.
Why did he choose to betray?
He could predict that although he hadn't been exposed yet, once Jiang Zhi investigated, he wouldn't be able to hide.
Thinking of this, he took out a dagger and stabbed it into his heart...
...
Time.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
On Dark Shadow Island.
Yi Feng held a teapot in his left hand and a fan in his right.
Below him.
Were his hundred terrestrial immortal disciples.
This time, he planned to send these disciples out to gain some experience.
He hadn't forgotten that when these disciples made achievements in the Immortal River Continent, they could bring him fortune value.
Perhaps this would work in the Immortal Realm as well.
After all, these fortune values were quite useful to him.
"There are several things I need to remind you about before you go out."
"First is to keep a low profile."
"Always remember, you are only terrestrial immortals, understand?"
"So always be aware of your cultivation level, don't show off."
Yi Feng commanded.
"Yes!"
"We are only terrestrial immortals."
The disciples respectfully nodded.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
