"Are you sure you don't want to meet my Young Master? This opportunity is once in a lifetime. If you miss it, you may never have the chance again."
When the maid next to her saw that Jiang Ping An actually refused to meet Young Master, she couldn't believe it and couldn't help but ask again.
"Sorry, I do have other things to deal with. Just give me the Spirit King Pill reward."
Jiang Ping An spoke calmly, his attitude not wavering at all.
Through the discussions and reactions of this group of people just now, he roughly understood that being able to get acquainted with the owner of Spirit Painting seemed to mean that he could gain a lot of power and connections.
However, he didn't like these complicated worldly things by nature. He felt that it was too energy-consuming and far less comfortable than practicing alone.
For now, it is enough for him to get three thousand actual Spirit King Pill to temporarily alleviate the dilemma of resource shortage.
At this moment, the body of the woman in the painting shook slightly, and a clear and somewhat lazy voice of a young man suddenly came out of her mouth.
"Brother, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Hearing this voice, the maids and guards on the second floor were all shaken, and a look of awe instantly appeared on their faces. They quickly bowed and saluted, and said in unison:
"Young Master!"
Although Young Master rarely appears in public and his whereabouts are mysterious, they all remember his unique voice and these scary things and will never dare to forget it.
The owner of the voice coming through the painting spirit is none other than the mysterious Young Master of their Hua Miao Lou!
The other God Kings were shocked and their faces were filled with excitement.
Hua Miao Lou's Young Master actually happened in person!
Although it was not the real body coming in person, but just using the painting spirit to transmit the message, even so, it was enough to make them feel extremely excited!
"Young Master Ning! I am the direct grandson of the head of the Ma Family in the Imperial City. I have admired the name Young Master Ning for a long time. I am truly lucky to hear the immortal voice today!"
"Young Master Ning! I heard that you are good at calligraphy and painting and love collecting. You have collected many authentic ancient paintings from the Fifth God Kingdom era in your mansion. I wonder if I would be honored to have you taste them?"
"Young Master Ning..."
For a moment, no one in this group of God Kings who were usually well-known in the outside world showed any airs. They all crowded forward and spoke in an almost humble manner, desperately trying to show their faces in front of each other and look familiar.
The woman in the painting, or the painting spirit temporarily dominated by Ning Yun Ya's consciousness, frowned slightly, seeming to be very annoyed by the noise of this group of people.
He ordered the guards next to him, "This group of people is too noisy. Clear out all the irrelevant personnel on the second floor, and then you also get out."
"Yes! Young Master!"
Several guards responded without hesitation.
Immediately, they released the powerful Divine Sense, covering all non-Hua Miao Lou personnel present with God King.
Without waiting for their reaction or pleading, they were directly taken into the body world by the guards and temporarily "stored".
Then, the guards saluted again in the direction of Hua Ling and quickly and quietly exited the second floor.
In the blink of an eye, the originally noisy second floor became silent.
Only Jiang Ping An was left, and the woman in the painting suspended in mid-air.
The painting spirit woman took a deep look at Jiang Ping An, and her figure gradually became blurred, turning into dots of spiritual light and dissipating in the air.
Immediately afterwards, a burst of slow and rhythmic footsteps came from the stairs.
Jiang Ping An turned around and looked.
A graceful young man in a moon-white robe slowly walked downstairs, holding an exquisite folding fan with pictures of beauties in his hand.
The man has a handsome face, with the corners of his mouth raised naturally, with a cynical smile. There is a finely crafted sachet hanging on his waist, exuding an elegant fragrance.
The whole person gives people the feeling of a suave and distinguished Mr. Aristocratic Clan.
Before Jiang Ping An could speak, the man walked up to him first, closed the folding fan, patted his palm lightly, and said with a smile:
"Ning Yun Ya, my brother is able to break through the three layers of illusions in the painting so quickly. His tenacity and understanding are truly extraordinary and amazing."
Jiang Ping An returned the favor with his hand, his tone still calm. "Young Master Ning is so complimentary, I just got a chance to get a glimpse of it."
The owner of the painting appeared in person, confirming a suspicion in his mind.
That is, this so-called "game" that challenges the Spirit Painting illusion is not a simple entertainment at all, but a method used by the other party to find people with certain abilities.
Otherwise, with the other party's noble status and background, it would be absolutely impossible for someone to come down and meet him in person just because someone cracked Illusionary Realm.
"Luck is often a manifestation of strength in itself."
Ning Yun Ya gently tapped his palms with his folded fan, his smile not diminishing, "We are all smart people. I won't say more about those empty polite words and roundabout nonsense. Let's get straight to the point."
He looked a little more formal and said, "This Spirit Painting is a test used by me to select capable people."
"To be honest, brother, I am going to a secret place in the near future to find something very important to me."
"And in that place, there is an extremely strange ancient totem. This totem can emit power that affects the mind. It is extremely difficult to defend with ordinary means. Only those whose souls are strong enough to resist the erosion of this strange power can become the partners of this young master."
Jiang Ping An's eyes flashed slightly, "Weird totem? Is it the Black Mask that appeared in Third Floor's illusion?"
"Brother, you are really quick-witted and can tell the truth at once."
Ning Yun Ya praised again without hesitation, "Yes, the mask that appeared in Third Floor's illusion is exactly the totem form that I tried my best to trace based on my memory."
"It can directly invade the soul consciousness of living beings. It is almost difficult for monks below God King Third Level to resist its erosion without special means or Talent."
"That's why I put this mask on the Illusionary Realm Third Floor in order to screen out talents like Xiongtai who have strong souls or special resistance and can resist the influence of this totem."
Jiang Ping An pondered for a moment and said, "Young Master Ning Lineage has a profound background and amazing financial resources. Why not directly purchase some high-end mental protection equipment? With your financial resources, this should not be difficult."
Ning Yun Ya Hearing this, he sighed softly, with a hint of helplessness on his face.
"Brother, I don't know. This kind of strange totem is extremely weird. Its power seems to be able to penetrate most conventional spiritual protective gear. Unless it is an extremely high-grade, top-level protective gear specifically targeting the soul level, it may have some effect."
"But..."
He spread his hands and said with a bit of self-deprecation in his tone, "The price of a mental protective gear of that level is sky-high. I don't have that much spare money."
"As for the money at home... although it is indeed a lot, it is Lineage's money and Non-Self's personal money. With the authority I currently have, I can't use much to purchase such expensive items."
In addition to these obvious reasons, there is another more important reason that is not clearly stated.
His action this time was largely to prove his ability to Lineage and get rid of the impression of "all relying on Lineage's protection".
If it took a lot of Lineage's resources to complete the task, then from Lineage's point of view, he still relied on the strength of his family.
This kind of result is definitely not what he Ning Yun Ya wants.
After hearing this, Jiang Ping An still tends to refuse such things that are full of unknown risks.
"Sorry, Young Master Ning, my strength is low, I'm afraid..."
"I can pay my brother 10,000 Spirit King Pill in advance."
Ning Yun Ya suddenly spoke, directly interrupting Jiang Ping An's refusal.
Seeing that Jiang Ping An's eyes moved slightly and he didn't refuse again immediately, Ning Yun Ya smiled in his heart, knowing that there was something going on, he immediately struck while the iron was hot and continued:
"As long as brother agrees to participate in this operation, I will directly give him 10,000 Spirit King Pill as a deposit! After the event is completed, no matter what the harvest is, I will pay an additional 10,000 Spirit King Pill as reward!"
"Hiss——"
Jiang Ping An took a deep breath in his heart.
This guy... is really extremely wealthy!
Twenty thousand Spirit King Pill!
This huge sum of money is enough to make many Fourth Level God King strong God King jealous of it, and even willing to fight for it.
Are all the children of the top forces in the imperial city so rich?
Jiang Ping An is really excited.
If he could steadily earn 20,000 Spirit King Pill, he would no longer have to worry about training resources for a long period of time, and could focus on improving his strength without any distractions.
However, he was not dazzled by the huge benefits and agreed directly.
If the other party is willing to pay such a high price, then the danger and difficulty hidden behind this operation may not be as simple as the other party downplays.
"Young Master Ning, with all due respect, is this action very dangerous?"
Jiang Ping An asked cautiously, looking directly at Ning Yun Ya.
"The biggest danger is facing that weird totem."
Ning Yun Ya tapped his forehead lightly with a folding fan and said in a very affirmative tone, "As long as we can resist the spiritual invasion of the totem and stay clear-headed, with the means we have prepared, there will basically be no other fatal dangers."
"After all, I will personally lead the team there, so it's impossible to go there specifically to die, right?"
As he said that, Ning Yun Ya put that elegant smile on his face again.
And casually took out a ring that shone with precious light from Storage Treasure, without looking at it, and handed it directly to Jiang Ping An.
"Inside, there are thirteen thousand Spirit King Pill. Three thousand is the reward for breaking the painting, and ten thousand is the deposit for this operation."
"If Xiongtai agrees to cooperate, you can take it directly now."