Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Zhang Jing smiled faintly.

He still had some impression of this little fellow; back then, his mother had fought desperately to send him to cultivate under his wing.

However, when he saw that the robe the other wore was almost identical to his own, a hint of strangeness couldn't help but appear on Zhang Jing's face.

"Store owner, I am going to Taiyi Pavilion to participate in the assessment, and I've come especially to bid farewell to you. Without your help of the Spiritual Lion, Xiao Feng would have never reached this day."

As he spoke, the other actually knelt and kowtowed three times heavily, with trickles of blood seeping from his forehead.

"I understand, go ahead."

Zhang Jing waved his sleeve lightly, and Tang Xiaofeng's figure disappeared from the store in response.

"Is this, my home?"

Tang Xiaofeng cried out in astonishment, a hint of disbelief flashing in his eyes.

He had only felt a blur before his eyes, and when his vision cleared once more, he realized he was already dozens of miles away at home.

"Just how powerful is the store owner?"

He murmured.

Tang Xiaofeng found that no matter how much he tried to overestimate, he still seemed to fall far short of the store owner's terrifying abilities.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Inside the store.

An Immortal ray of light suddenly drilled out of the void and landed in the palm of his hand.

Afterward, Zhang Jing stood up straight from the rocking chair, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes.

"Is it starting?"

A six-colored auspicious cloud slowly rose from behind his head, strands of post-heavenly purple Qi entwined within, looking extremely beautiful.

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Auction Field of All Worlds.

Within a vast space, mountains stretched endlessly, with rare birds and Immortal beasts appearing and disappearing among them; Immortal Spirit Qi condensed into mist, creating layers of Immortal light that rushed straight into the heavens.

If any outsiders were present, they would surely marvel at such a celestial atmosphere.

At the highest peak.

A silver waterfall cascaded straight down like flowing silk, stirring up a mist that filled the air and made thunderous sounds.

And in the middle of the waterfall, there was audaciously a pavilion with an octagonal flying eaves erected there, exuding an air of unwavering stillness.

"Have the invitations been sent out?"

Yan Chihong sat cross-legged, asking with a calm face.

By his side, the naturally graceful Immortal Spirit Ya'er carefully answered:

"Reporting to master, all 98,200 invitations to the True Immortal Trading Conference have already been sent out to the distinguished guests. It's just that——"

"Just what?"

"It's just that none of the True Teaching disciples of the Taiyi Sect are present. Master, why not delay the conference?"

"I've been aware of this, but such a conference holds little appeal for them anyway, so it's fine."

"By the way, master, do you remember that True Teaching disciple Zhang Jing who visited the Auction Field of All Worlds before? It seems he also intends to attend this trading conference."

As if remembering something, Ya'er quickly added.

At these words, Yan Chihong's expression involuntarily stiffened.

"Junior Brother Zhang Jing also wants to participate? His cultivation is at most at the Dharma Phase Realm now; there wouldn't be much meaning for him to attend."

"Master, Zhang Jing was at the Golden Core Realm when he last visited, but his strength was much stronger than that of an ordinary Golden Core," Ya'er softly said.

"Naturally, someone who was taken as a disciple by Venerable Zhenyang wouldn't be simple," Yan Chihong pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and said directly:

"Since Junior Brother Zhang Jing wishes to attend, let him do so. It's good for him to get some early exposure and gain experience."

"There is no need for an invitation; just bring him in directly when the time comes."

"Ya'er understands."