Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Upon hearing the sound, Wang Zizai's heart lurched, and his entire being felt as if he had seen a ghost.

He turned around stiffly, little by little.

What he saw before him was a towering figure half hidden in darkness, with its four muscular arms being the most eye-catching, as if holding a fearsome power capable of shaking the heavens and the earth.

Gulp—

Wang Zizai swallowed hard.

This appearance, coupled with the horrifying strength that did not allow him to perceive even the slightest breath, clearly revealed the identity of the being before him.

The Four-armed Rakshasa ranked third on the Devil God Ranking.

"Rumor has it that this figure joined the Three Mountains Alliance decades ago. His coming today, and at just this moment... Had I been targeted a long time ago?"

Linking this to the frantic search the Three Mountains Alliance had been conducting for Qingyun, that is, Zhang Jing's exact whereabouts, Wang Zizai's eyes flashed, and he instantly understood the intention of the person before him.

The bitterness in his eyes was fleeting.

He had thought the information he held was a closely guarded secret, perfectly hidden in the shadows to sell at the highest price. It seemed he had greatly overestimated his own strength and cunning, and at the same time underestimated the True Immortals of the world.

He shook his head slightly.

"May I ask what matters have brought the esteemed Four-armed Rakshasa here, that require this humble one's assistance?" he asked reverently, lowering his stance to the extreme.

This action was motivated by two factors: on one hand, Wang Zizai had heard that the Four-armed Rakshasa had a fiery temper; on the other, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

He saw that the exclusive news he had was about to slip through his fingers, so the least he could do was drive the price up—even if he couldn't get the hoped-for ten million copper coins, he should at least get five million copper coins.

On the other side.

"No need to pretend anymore, give me the exact address of Qingyun," the Four-armed Rakshasa stated directly.

"My lord, about that..."

Wang Zizai fell silent, pondering what price to offer and also stealthily observing the Rakshasa's reactions.

However, unexpectedly, before he could continue speaking, the other party impatiently interjected in a cold voice, "No more nonsense, two million copper coins for the information."

"Two million!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Zizai's eyes bulged, and he then spoke with difficulty, "My lord, you are also aware of Qingyun's identity—that's a dear friend of mine whom I have known for many years. Perhaps you don't know, but the Opening God Seal that Zhang Jing is holding, was a gift from me back in the day."

Two million copper coins—if it had been before, it would have been a fortune he couldn't even dare to dream of. After all, he had previously even found a hundred copper coins for living outside the Inner City too expensive, let alone two million.

But the past was the past, and now is now.

Wang Zizai had come to understand that, given his strength, he was almost certainly doomed to never possess the Opening God Seal. Therefore, he naturally had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to gain the greatest benefit for himself.

A mere two million copper coins was far too little.

As for what dire straits Qingyun, no, Zhang Jing, would find himself in after being exposed by him... he couldn't care less if the other party died!

After all, this was not the first time he had done something like this.

Even retreating ten thousand steps, compared to the favor of gifting treasures that he, Wang, owed him, what was this little grievance?

In front of Wang Zizai.

The Four-armed Rakshasa was taken aback for a moment and then asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"Up the price a bit."

Wang Zizai put his hand forward, rubbing his thumb and index finger together.

...

...

About the time it takes two incense sticks to burn.

In a courtyard opposite Qingyun's residence within the Inner City, three figures stood silently, the atmosphere heavy yet tinged with heat.

"So this is the Inner City, huh."

Wang Zizai looked around with curiosity, his face filled with excitement.

By his side.

"Wang Zizai, the place opposite is where Zhang Jing, whom you spoke of, resides. From now on, you and Mu Xu must keep constant watch over there, and at the first sign of any disturbance, you are to notify me immediately. Is that understood?" said the Four-armed Rakshasa, his gaze sweeping over Wang Zizai before resting on the other figure standing aside—tall and craggy as ancient tree bark—the towering figure instructed.

"Understood!"

The young and old voices overlapped.

"Good!"

The Four-armed Rakshasa nodded in satisfaction, his gaze instinctively drifting toward the opposite side, his heart ablaze with the thought:

"The Opening God Seal—who will it ultimately fall to remains to be seen."

He smiled slightly and turned to leave.

But at that moment, a voice came from behind him, making his footsteps involuntarily pause.

"Brother... the thing you promised me earlier—"

Wang Zizai stared nervously at the Four-armed Rakshasa, ignoring Mu Xu beside him, his face anxious as he inquired.

The Rakshasa's gaze hardened for a moment, then he replied expressionlessly, "Don't worry, I've already taken a sacred oath. The copper coins I promised you will be paid in full. Just wait patiently."

After saying this, he walked out of the room without looking back, disappearing into the thick night.

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...

Shortly after.

Outside a brightly lit hall ten miles away.

Rustle—

A faint sound of footsteps arose, the engulfing mist around beginning to churn restlessly, and then a towering four-armed figure emerged from the depths.

As he reached the door.

He paused his steps for an instant. Then, unconsciously looking up, his eyes flickered with an almost imperceptible hesitation.

Dealing with a tiger for its skin!

He was uncertain whether this step was right or wrong.

He let out a silent sigh.