Over the past half month, Li Qingyun had naturally squeezed Shang Zhen dry of everything he knew and could divulge.
There had been no way for Shang Zhen to play tricks before Li Qingyun.
Old Miser Shang had also "sold out" the Eternal Clan cleanly and thoroughly. Once the matter was exposed, death would be the only road ahead.
Otherwise, Li Qingyun could not possibly have spared his life.
"Only those with the rank of warrior or above can obtain fiefs. And according to Old Miser Shang, even if I take more Eternal Life Pills, I can only purify my true blood to around fifty percent. Isn't that sealing off my path of getting a private fief and planting Crimson Ying Grass on a large scale..."
Aboard the star skiff, Li Qingyun flipped through the introductory manual for Eternal Creations in his hand while reorganizing his plans for infiltration and development.
For the moment, he had resolved the "flaw" of his Great Dao Qi Flow showing outwardly, and he had also obtained a vast amount of information about the Eternal Clan from Old Miser Shang. The road before him had suddenly opened up; it was no longer like three years ago, when he had not the slightest clue.
As the ancestral saint and founding ancestor of Taishi, how could Li Qingyun be willing to fall behind others when it came to plotting and laying out plans?
"To this poor Daoist, it is as though the mist before me has dispersed, leaving many possibilities. Whether I go to Yin Rong's cousin's place or not no longer matters. Not going would naturally be the better choice. After all, the more moves I make, the more loopholes I'll have to patch!"
"Rather than that, I might as well directly cross the nineteen sequence