Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

"Trade with me? Did he really say that?"

Zhang Jing put aside his breakthrough for the moment and walked slowly out of the quiet room, looking straight at Han Sheng, who stood with hands hanging by his side.

A flicker of doubt crossed his eyes.

Last time, having been plucked of a high-ranking innate divine object by him, Dong Ming, the Earth Immortal, should by all accounts detest him by now. How then could he be thinking of making a trade with him?

Moreover, Zhang Jing was well aware of his limitations.

Mere with his current lowly Golden Core Realm cultivation, if even the body of an Earth Immortal like Dong Ming felt troublesome, it was certain that he would be even more powerless to resolve it.

Could it be that the man was still not giving up on that defective Heavenly Immortal Fruit?

But that thing had already been devoured by the Jade Talisman. Even if Zhang Jing wanted to produce it, he was willing but unable.

"M'lord, that Earth Immortal Dong Ming indeed said so, without a word missing," Han Sheng answered without hesitation.

"Did he say anything else?"

"No."

"Then where is he now?"

"Reporting to the m'lord, Earth Immortal Dong Ming is currently waiting outside the mountain gate."

"Outside the mountain gate?" A hint of surprise flashed across Zhang Jing's face. "You may invite Earth Immortal Dong Ming to the main hall. I will wait for him there."

"Yes."

Han Sheng then turned and walked away.

Left behind.

"Tsk, Uncle-Master Dong Ming is quite well-behaved this time. It seems the lesson with that high-ranking innate divine object, the Netherworld Divine Iron last time, truly had some effect."

Zhang Jing smiled, shifting his gaze from Han Sheng's retreating figure and unconsciously scattering it behind him.

Where it was empty.

But he seemed to see a world that was nurturing and taking shape.

Like the beginning of the Qingyun realm, it spanned only three hundred li in radius, filled with a dense aura of deathly stillness.

A turbid yellow river ran through it from top to bottom, with countless pale arms faintly reaching out from the water's surface, promising eternal damnation with just one glance.

"Not to mention, the Netherworld Dao principle contained in that piece of Netherworld Divine Gold is indeed very powerful. I wonder where Earth Immortal Dong Ming got it from; could it possibly be from the most mysterious Spring Heaven in the seven great Heavens of the Human Race?"

Zhang Jing pondered with doubt.

Soon after, he took a step forward, and space-time twisted slightly beneath his feet. The scenery around him swiftly receded, drawing blurred grey lines.

Sixth-rank Immortal: Shrinking Ground into Inches!

Before long.

The main hall of Qingjing Palace.

"Nephew-disciple is truly modest. It's one thing for your Qingjing Palace not to be refurbished, but how has it come to look even more decrepit?" Earth Immortal Dong Ming sipped from his cup of immortal tea, chuckling teasingly.

Of course, deep in his eyes, a trace of something out of the ordinary flickered.

He was all too familiar with the remnants of energy at the broken parts of the palace.

This was the unique aura of disaster from the Three Disaster Light, a divine power secretly transmitted within the Tao Sect. Moreover, it seemed that his nephew-disciple had already pondered it to a profound degree.

It was said that the Three Disaster Light had a close connection to the Derivative world of the top-tier Primitive Genesis of the Tao Sect, and Nephew-disciple Zhang Jing had received personal transmission from True Monarch Yuanming.

It would seem that he has indeed chosen the path of Derivative world. Otherwise, he wouldn't have cultivated Three Disaster Light in the Golden Core Realm.

That is to say, his nephew-disciple has reached the pinnacle of Golden Core Realm along the path of Derivative world in just a few decades?

Understanding the key point,

Hsss—

Earth Immortal Dong Ming couldn't help but gasp.

As an established Earth Immortal of the Tao Sect, naturally, he had some knowledge of the legend of Derivative world, especially the abnormal cultivation pathways of each rank.

His visit this time was a bet made right.

His eyes flashed, but his facial expression did not change at all.

On the opposite side,

"Yes, unfortunately, Uncle-Master's Netherworld Divine Gold last time wasn't enough to refurbish this Qingjing Palace. Eh, Uncle-Master's words just reminded Nephew-disciple, do you think it's time to bring another innate divine object?"

Zhang Jing looked at the other party with hopeful eyes.

After all, it was the other party who brought it up, not him.

"Haha, it seems Uncle-Master was mistaken — your palace looks very new, and I reckon this is its style, right?" Earth Immortal Dong Ming's expression stiffened momentarily, and then he began to beat about the bush.

"Damn it, knowing full well how shrewd this youngster is, why did I bring up that matter?" he thought to himself, regretting so much that he wanted to slap himself on the spot.

Seeing that Zhang Jing seemed about to say something else,

Earth Immortal Dong Ming hurriedly put down his teacup, his expression grew solemn, and he got straight to the point, "Nephew-disciple, Uncle-Master has come to make a trade with you."

"Uncle-Master, please speak frankly."

Zhang Jing lifted his eyelids slightly and spoke calmly.

"Half a year ago, a mysterious being found me and bade me to take your life, Nephew-disciple, and to retrieve a Blood Furnace from you."

"What?"

"Right, from what that being implied, besides Uncle-Master, it seems he also sought out Bai Gusou and Wuyin, the Taoists, both Earth Immortals."

Earth Immortal Dong Ming quickly added.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing involuntarily sat up straight, a solemn light flashing across his face.

Blod Furnace!

Upon hearing this object, without a second thought, he knew it must be related to the trip to the Beast Territory with Immortal Qingyun's avatar.

Instinctively, a name came to Zhang Jing's mind.

Lou Buyi!

Only he would have the resources and capability. Otherwise, how could the few True Immortals from the Beast Territory's Taiyi Pavilion afford to employ three Earth Immortals?

His brows furrowed, and without a trace, he glanced at Earth Immortal Dong Ming not far away. Since the latter had come to inform him of these things, the intention was quite clear.

But there were still two other Earth Immortals...

"Uncle-Master Dong Ming, even if the other side has good conditions, after all, killing a True Teaching within Qingxiao's High Heaven realm is not a small matter. How dare the Bai Gusou and Wuyin Taoists you mentioned agree to it?"