Wang Xuanfeng replied with a smile.
"Heh..."
"I knew something was off. You were waiting for me here, weren't you? So you want me to work for free?"
Lin Xuan sneered.
"What are you talking about?" Wang Xuanfeng rolled his eyes. "This is called when one man attains the Dao, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven. Do you know how difficult things are for Divine Firmament right now? We desperately need a weapon to break the deadlock."
"Difficult?"
Lin Xuan snorted disdainfully. "You conveniently forgot that you just emptied out Luohan Temple, didn't you? Who could possibly be having a harder time than you..."
Wang Xuanfeng's skin was astonishingly thick. He treated Lin Xuan's words like wind passing by his ears. If he said he would not mention Luohan Temple, then he would not mention it—not a single word. He simply skipped over it.
"Think it over carefully. Divine Firmament can ask the various factions for methods to cultivate the Undying Body on your behalf. They'll definitely give Divine Firmament that much face."
"You can't let such a wonderful opportunity slip away. Creating your own cultivation art—this is the privilege of a patriarch. Little Lin, I think you have the makings of a patriarch."
"I believe your bullshit!" Lin Xuan rolled his eyes fiercely and walked away, too lazy to pay Wang Xuanfeng any attention.
Wang Xuanfeng was not angry. Instead, he took out a Transmission Talisman and began sending messages.
He truly did not believe that Lin Xuan would remain unmoved once the essences of the various factions' methods for tempering the Undying Body were laid before him.
Unaware of this, Lin Xuan immediately began circulating the Primal Chaos Scripture and the Everlasting Emperor Art. He did not even spare the Taiyin Jiyang Immortal Scripture.
Very quickly,