"Kid, you still dare to use underhanded tricks?"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking toward the culprit, Jiang Chen!
The Witch Race had always been forthright and honorable, and they hated people who attacked from behind and resorted to despicable methods the most.
"What? Senior actually calls this an underhanded trick? If Senior hadn't said so, I would have thought this was the Witch Race's exclusive way of greeting people."
Jiang Chen spoke with pointed meaning.
Not a single person present was a fool. Naturally, they understood what he meant.
After all, Zhu Rong had dealt with Jiang Chen in exactly this way earlier. Moreover, in terms of strength, Jiang Chen was still a junior. For a senior to attack a junior was undoubtedly beneath him, making his methods seem even more despicable!
At this thought, Zhu Rong's anger vanished instantly, leaving only awkwardness on his face!
"Exactly! Zhu Rong, you're really getting worse with age. It's one thing for you to attack a junior, but you even got beaten until you vomited blood. Don't say I, Gong Gong, know you from now on. I can't afford to lose face like this!"
Just then, Gong Gong's mocking voice rang out again.
"Gong Gong, are you looking for a beating?"
Hearing this, Zhu Rong truly couldn't endure it any longer. Once might have been acceptable, but Gong Gong was still going on about it. If this continued, it would probably become a stain on his entire life!
Besides, he couldn't attack Jiang Chen, but dealing with Gong Gong was perfectly fine. He could vent the frustration in his heart while he was at it!
With that thought, he acted immediately. The aura of Quasi-Saint Perfection suddenly burst forth and surged toward Gong Gong!
"Come on, then! Who's afraid of whom? Why are you putting on such a brave front? Anyone who didn't know better might think I'm afraid of someone who was beaten until he vomited blood by an early Grand Unity Golden Immortal!"
Gong Gong and Zhu Rong had been trading barbs for countless tens of thousands of years. His poisonous tongue was no exaggeration at its peak, and he immediately stabbed at Zhu Rong's sore spot again.
Zhu Rong could no longer endure it. Endless flames surged all over his body, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared before Gong Gong!
However, at that moment.
A figure appeared between them.
"That's enough! How long are you two going to keep this up?"
Di Jiang pressed down on Gong Gong with one hand and blocked Zhu Rong with the other. Strange Dao Rhyme radiated from both hands. Not only did it dissolve the surging Weak Water around Gong Gong, but it also tore open a spatial rift that sucked in the endless flames around Zhu Rong!
At this, Gong Gong and Zhu Rong finally stopped.
Spatial Divine Ability!
Jiang Chen's gaze sharpened.
"I've made a fool of myself before Little Friend Jiang Chen."
After dealing with Gong Gong and Zhu Rong, Di Jiang smiled at Jiang Chen. His manner was gentle and humble, without the slightest air of Quasi-Saint Perfection. Instead, he treated Jiang Chen as an equal.
Seeing this, even Jiang Chen couldn't help sighing: as expected of the eldest brother of the Twelve Ancestral Magi!
"Not at all. This junior was in the wrong. Besides, from this junior's view, Seniors Gong Gong and Zhu Rong are both straightforward people."
Jiang Chen replied.
"Consider that a good word, kid!"
Hearing Jiang Chen's praise, Zhu Rong's gaze toward him became noticeably friendlier.
"Shut up!" But as soon as he finished speaking, Di Jiang shot him a glance before continuing to look at Jiang Chen. "I wonder, Little Friend, did the Tongtian the Saint send you here with any instructions?"
It had to be said that Di Jiang, the eldest brother of the Ancestral Magi, was clearly no mere brawler like Zhu Rong and Gong Gong. He immediately thought of Jiang Chen's most important identity and began guessing at Jiang Chen's purpose!
Tongtian the Saint!
The moment Di Jiang finished speaking, the Twelve Ancestral Magi fell silent. Even Gong Gong and Zhu Rong stopped arguing and all looked toward Jiang Chen.
Only then did they remember that Jiang Chen was the chief disciple of the Interception Sect!
Behind him stood a Saint!
Jiang Chen hadn't expected Di Jiang to be so blunt, directly bringing up his master. Moreover, this question was difficult to answer. The slightest misstep might drag his master into the matter.
After pondering for a moment, he said, "No. This is merely because I was somewhat curious about the Witch Race, so I came here."
Hearing this, a trace of disappointment clearly flashed through the eyes of the Twelve Ancestral Magi.
Tongtian hadn't sent Jiang Chen here. In other words, Tongtian had no intention of helping the Witch Race. They were currently opposed to the Demon Race, after all, and lacking a Saint's assistance naturally left them disappointed.
However, they were not the kind of people who placed their hopes in others, so they quickly recovered.
But Di Jiang had no intention of letting the matter end there. His voice rang out once more.
"Let's not talk about that for now. Little Friend, the Witch Race is already fortunate that you could come here. If we let you return empty-handed, the Witch Race would truly feel guilty."
"How about this? Since you've called me Senior, and I hear that spiritual treasures are of great help to cultivators like you, I'll take you to the Witch Race's treasury to choose one. Consider it a gift from this senior of yours!"
The Witch Race's treasury!
After hearing Di Jiang's words, Jiang Chen was somewhat dumbfounded, wondering if he had misheard.
They had only just met, yet Di Jiang was actually going to give him a spiritual treasure outright?
And he was even taking him to the Witch Race's treasury to choose one. It definitely wouldn't be low-grade!
Even relatives wouldn't be this generous. So what was Di Jiang's reason?
Seemingly seeing Jiang Chen's confusion, Di Jiang smiled and explained, "Little Friend should know that the Witch Race cultivates only the physical body and not the primordial spirit. Thus, spiritual treasures that assist you are completely useless to us. Rather than let them go to waste, we might as well give them to you. We also hope you can understand the sincerity of our Witch Race!"
That was right!
He had almost forgotten. Spiritual treasures were useful only to cultivators and useless to the Witch Race. That was why they could be so generous!
Moreover, aside from valuing him, the more important factor was the master standing behind him!
For a moment, Jiang Chen's mind raced, and he immediately understood why the Witch Race was acting this way.
Using a spiritual treasure that was completely useless to exchange for the friendship of a Saint's disciple, and perhaps even gain the Saint's goodwill—this deal was practically an enormous profit!
At this thought, Jiang Chen let down his guard. Since the Witch Race wanted to give him a treasure, what reason did he have to refuse?
And so.
With Jiang Chen's agreement, Di Jiang led him toward the Witch Race's treasury.
It had to be said that the Witch Race truly deserved its status as one of the two great overlords of the Primordial World. Its strength was far beyond what other races could rival. Grand Unity Golden Immortals, who could at least be called overlords elsewhere, seemed to be everywhere here!
After walking only a few steps, they could see a Grand Unity Golden Immortal nearby, and there were even several gathered together!
Seeing this, Jiang Chen secretly clicked his tongue at the Witch Race's terrifying strength. The joy he had felt at breaking through to the early Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm also vanished, and his slightly complacent heart instantly settled down.
At this moment, he deeply understood that the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm was merely a starting point!
Perhaps among some minor races, a Grand Unity Golden Immortal might be a top-tier combatant. But to overlords like the Witch-Demon races, they could not even be considered strong. Only Quasi-Saints could truly be called Great Powers!
Seeing Jiang Chen's shock, Di Jiang smiled unconsciously.
Clearly, his purpose was to display the Witch Race's strength and let Jiang Chen understand just how powerful they were. In this way, he could deepen Jiang Chen's impression of the Witch Race—or perhaps the impression of the Saint behind him.
Soon.
The Witch Race's treasury.
"Little Friend, this is our Witch Race's treasury. Choose whichever item catches your eye!"
After bringing Jiang Chen here, Di Jiang spoke with grand pride.
Although the Witch Race had no use for spiritual treasures, they were still one of the great overlords of an era. Moreover, even knowing they had no use for them, they would never give them to others for free. Thus, over the years, the heavenly treasures they had accumulated had reached an astonishing number!
Just like now.
Ignoring Di Jiang's words, Jiang Chen was already stunned by the Witch Race's foundations.
Within his sight.
Looking around, spiritual treasures that countless cultivators outside desperately sought could be found everywhere here, densely packed!
Low-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure!
Mid-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure!
High-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure!
Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!
High-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!
Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!
From the lowest-grade Low-grade Acquired Spiritual Treasure to the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, everything was available here, as though they cost nothing. They were scattered all over the ground!
To cultivators, spiritual treasures were a fatal temptation. Had countless cultivators outside not exhausted themselves searching for even one spiritual treasure? Even Saints could hardly avoid it, much like Zhunti frantically searching for the Chaos Bell in later generations!
In short, there was no one who didn't love spiritual treasures.
Jiang Chen was naturally no exception.
What was more, he already needed a large number of spiritual treasures. Now that he had suddenly seen so many, it was no wonder he had lost his composure for a moment!
Phew!
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