Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 448: Chapter 41 Class III Wu Monkey King_1

In the chilly grand hall.

Lin Boyue’s spiritual sense swept quickly, his face cold:

“Hiding your head and showing your tail, yet daring to boast!”

Having said that, he finally spotted a hint of anomaly, fluently waved his sleeve, and a flying sword swooshed and pierced the moonlight projected into a corner outside the grand hall.

At the same time, a huge palm filled with fire-element mana struck heavily!

Bang!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The grand hall shook violently for a moment.

And within this flames, a hand lightly released the humming flying sword, immediately a figure slowly revealed his form, appearance, and aura.

He wore a deep grey Daoist robe, with an ordinary looking face, yet his demeanor was effortlessly composed.

Single-handedly standing with his hand behind his back, his gaze carried a hint of amusement as he looked at Lin Boyue.

“A nascent soul?!”

Lin Boyue’s heart stirred, his gaze fixated on this increasingly unfamiliar figure, tense, surprised, introspective…

The flying sword immediately flew back to his hand, and a magic gourd was also summoned from his storage ring.

Surrounding him were quickly drawn talismans and magic tools.

“Who are you, really?!”

Lin Boyue’s face grew tense as he exclaimed.

“Hehe, haven’t you already guessed?”

The grey-robed cultivator began to chuckle leisurely.

“Incense, Fire, Path!”

Lin Boyue spoke word for word with a focused gaze:

“Are you attempting to undermine me?”

The grey-robed cultivator couldn’t help but praise upon hearing these words,”It is indeed easier to communicate with intelligent individuals. No need for suggestions, yet comprehension is unmatched, unlike those two foolish rogue cultivators…”

Even with the praise from the grey-robed cultivator, Lin Boyue showed no signs of joy. Instead, two faces flashed through his mind and a trace of shock shone in his eyes:

“Yuan Wenzhi and Zhang Tailai…”

The grey-robed cultivator shook his head regretfully:

“Which is why I say it’s more simple dealing with someone like you!”

“How about it, are you interested in joining our ‘Well God Lineage’?”

Lin Boyue’s face stiffened slightly:

“What if I refuse?”

Hearing Lin Boyue’s words, the grey-robed cultivator simply chuckled, he didn’t answer Lin Boyue’s question but instead posed another one:

“Won’t you even listen to the offer I’m about to make?”

“Heh!”

Lin Boyue feigned bravery, sneering:

“My Xuli Sect has seized over eighty percent of Zhenling Palace’s spirit mines, with the foundation we already had, we have become an unrivaled major sect in Yan State. What kind of offer can you possibly make? I advise you to leave swiftly and do not attempt to disrupt my Dao-heart!”

“Otherwise, Yanqiao Pass is not far from my sect, once a movement occurs here, wouldn’t Yanqiao Pass’ Prince Gao and a horde of Immortal Masters of Nascent Soul launch an attack, do you think you can escape then? ”

Hearing his words, the grey-robed cultivator burst into laughter.

Lin Boyue immediately turned grim:

“What are you laughing at?!”

The grey-robed cultivator abruptly stopped his laughter and looked at Lin Boyue with a scornful glint in his eye:

“I laugh at your ignorance even when catastrophe is about to befall you!”

“The first major sect in Yan State?”

“Hehe! If it weren’t for the urgency of the war and Xiang Huang needing manpower to defend Yan State, do you think he would let your hijacking of Zhenling palace slide so easily?”

“But this matter, the three sects were…..”

Lin Boyue’s brows furrowed.

The grey-robed cultivator immediately interrupted:

“Think for yourself as Xiang Huang, if Zhenling Palace wasn’t destroyed, with the foundation of Zhenling Palace, whether it is supporting Qiao state or defending Yan state, he would undoubtedly have a strong aid, yet it was all ruined by you. Both Huifeng valley and Danlong School suffered heavy losses, and only your Xuli Sect… hehe…”

Lin Boyue instantly closed his mouth.

Because he immediately remembered how he had deceived Prince Gao not long ago….

He knew very well that once the war was over and Prince Gao returned, even if the Xuli Sect could come out unscathed, he, the Sect Master, was likely doomed!

The grey-robed cultivator saw his hesitation.

Finally, he cast out a bait:

“But if you join us of the Well God Lineage, things would be different.”

“Look, your Golden Core has already reached its peak, but you haven’t made any further progress. Are you scared that you won’t be able to handle the Thunder Tribulation?”

“Hehe, rest assured, as long as you join us, I will immediately help you….”

“Achieve the Nascent Soul!”

Hearing the words Nascent Soul, Lin Boyue, who had been fairly calm, suddenly had his heart pounding!

His mouth was even dry.

“Nascent Soul… Nascent Soul…”

“Yes, Nascent Soul!”

There was a hint of seduction in the grey-robed cultivator’s eyes.

“As long as you join us, I will immediately help you ascend to Nascent Soul. Apart from this, once we take down Qiao state and then Yan state, this place… all would belong to your Xuli Sect!”

“All…”

A deep longing emerged in Lin Boyue’s eyes.

He differed from most cultivators.

He knew his own limitations; accumulating resources to reach the peak of the Golden Core was already his limit.

There was virtually no chance to achieve the Nascent Soul.

So from the beginning, his focus has been all on the sect.

This was his Dao-heart and his perseverance.

So compared to achieving the Nascent Soul, he cared more about whether the sect could expand through this opportunity.

But if both can be…

Seeing the struggling expression on Lin Boyue’s face, a hint of a smile emerged on the grey-robed cultivator’s face.

However, his smile abruptly froze.

Lin Boyue eventually shook his head with difficulty:

“Without joining you, at most the Xuli sect will lose me. If we join, I fear that not a single one of the Xuli Sect will remain!”

Hearing these words, the grey-robed cultivator was taken aback, his face instantly darkened:

“In other words, you choose to refuse?”