The Holy Land Cultivator Who Learned to Wag His Tail

Li Chengjie was at the early Spirit Transformation stage, his divine sense covering a hundred thousand li.

No matter where he fled, Li Chengjie would be able to find him.

Beg for Mercy? Would begging be any use?

Three years ago, he had personally thrust the Gold Fire Sword at Li Chengjie to seize the Spirit Transformation Fruit.

That sword strike had nearly taken Li Chengjie's life. Now that Li Chengjie had broken through to Spirit Transformation, would he let him off?

Jin Wujin gritted his teeth, straightened his clothes, and flew toward Li Chengjie.

The dozen-plus Nascent Soul Cultivators of Treasure Pavilion hurriedly followed as well, each of them pale-faced, their legs going weak.

Jin Wujin flew before Li Chengjie and dropped to his knees in the void with a thud, kowtowing again and again.

"Jin Wujin of Golden Fire Xuanyuan Temple congratulates Martial Uncle on breaking through to the Spirit Transformation stage and attaining the position of Divine Lord!

I knew Martial Uncle's breakthrough to Spirit Transformation was the mandate of Heaven!

Martial Uncle attaining Spirit Transformation is this junior's honor!

Divine Lord of Alchemy and Artifacts will resound throughout the entire Canglan Continent! Martial Uncle's divine might is unrivaled, and this junior is wholeheartedly convinced!"

He knelt in the void, kowtowing like garlic being pounded, saying nauseatingly flattering words, without mentioning a single word about attacking Li Chengjie with the Gold Fire Sword three years ago.

Li Chengjie was a Guest Elder of Golden Fire Xuanyuan Temple, while he was a Nascent Soul Cultivator of Golden Fire Xuanyuan Temple. In terms of seniority, he ought to address Li Chengjie as Martial Uncle.

This relationship was his only lifesaving straw.

The dozen-plus Nascent Soul Cultivators of Treasure Pavilion also knelt in the void one after another, kowtowing repeatedly.