"Battling an encyclopedia? Ming Zhitian sneered, 'As a dignified Immortal King, do you intend to go back on your word?'
The Immortal King's soul, having regained composure, replied, 'Victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. I am no petty rogue, and I always keep my word. This is what you deserve.'
A storage bag was tossed towards Ming Zhitian, who caught it heavily. Upon opening it, his eyes were dazzled. Inside were the Immortal King's lifelong legacies, countless cultivation manuals and secret techniques, an abundance of magical artifacts, even a few legendary divine weapons, along with inexhaustible divine martial coins and various hundred-grade pills.
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly, accepting it with satisfaction. 'Thank you, Immortal King!'
The Immortal King's soul was still contemplating the earlier question. After a moment's thought, he seemed to relax. 'What is your name?'
'Ming Zhitian.'
The Immortal King's soul said, 'Ming Zhitian, I remember you. You are quite remarkable, with a demeanor reminiscent of my younger days.'
Ming Zhitian cupped his hands in a salute. 'If there is nothing else, I shall take my leave.'
The Immortal King's soul nodded, then took a pill from his robe. 'Wait. Given that you answered my fourteen challenging questions without a single mistake, take this as a reward.'
This old man was quite secretive, actually having something on him. Ming Zhitian dared not voice his thoughts aloud. He took the pill. Its fragrance filled the entire cave, penetrating the very soul. Just inhaling it seemed to boost one's cultivation.
Ming Zhitian couldn't help but ask, 'What... what kind of pill is this? Such an exceptionally potent medicinal aroma.'
The Immortal King's soul stated, 'A thousand-grade pill, the Divine Life-Preserving Pill. It takes a thousand years to produce one. For an immortal without ailments, consuming it will advance one's cultivation by two realms, regardless of their current level. For one who is ill, it can bring the dead back to life and extend life by five thousand years, regardless of sickness or decay. Use it wisely.'
Ming Zhitian cupped his hands. 'Farewell. Xiao Linglong, let's go.'
Xiao Linglong smiled faintly and followed him, cheering for him. 'Zhitian, you've changed so much! When did you become so amazing? How did you know so many nonsensical questions? Teach me!'
Ming Zhitian then made gestures with his hands. 'This is called a brain teaser. First, like this... and this, then like that... and that... '
As the two walked out of the cave, everyone present looked at the Immortal King's soul, who was left with only his undergarments. Ruo Xueli, mimicking Ming Zhitian's salute, asked, 'Your Excellency Immortal King, do you have any more questions?'
The Immortal King's soul's sore spot was hit. 'I have no treasures left, so why ask? All of you, get lost!'
The crowd, as if granted amnesty, scrambled to exit the cave.
Ming Zhitian cultivated the 'Eternal Life Art,' which did not require such a thousand-grade pill. He directly gave it to Xiao Linglong. 'Take it.'
Xiao Linglong waved her hand. 'No, this is too precious. You risked your life for it; I cannot accept it.'
Ming Zhitian said, 'I have no use for it, truly. Just accept it. Do you still consider me a friend?'
Xiao Linglong reluctantly accepted. 'Of course, we are good friends!'
Seeing everyone emerge, Xiao Linglong's expression immediately turned stern. 'You all! You are forbidden to speak of Ming Zhitian's presence here to anyone outside. Do you hear me?'
'Yes! Saintess!'
Xiao Linglong then looked at the remaining eight sect masters from Lanhai Yuhai. The tables had turned; Wan Limu's side now had more people.
They dared not speak boastfully. 'We absolutely will not tell anyone else, please rest assured, Saintess.'
But in the next moment, everyone knew Ming Zhitian's storage bag was brimming with spoils.
...
Having encountered a ghost once, who would not fear the darkness? Ruo Xueli and Gao Shitu volunteered, 'Let's split up here. We've already wasted enough time in this… cursed cave. If we scatter, it will be much easier to find materials.'
Except for Ming Zhitian, Xiao Linglong disdained traveling with a bunch of stinky men. She waved her hand. 'Go.'
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