"Marshal Ye, what do you think?" Qinghui looked at Ye Zhen with a smile, his face full of confidence.
Ye Zhen's subordinates—He Qi, Gu Tieqi, Liu Feng, and the others—began breathing a little more heavily.
Clearly, the conditions Qinghui offered were highly tempting to them as well.
How should it be put? Status gained through royal power was bestowed by others, while status gained through strength was fought for oneself.
If their marshal, Ye Zhen, agreed to the terms, he would surely become a figure of real power in the Heaven Temple in the future, with cultivation at the peak of the Creation Realm Divine King or even the Creation Realm Divine Lord.
And how many Creation Realm Divine Lords could there be in this world?
They could be counted on one's fingers.
At that time, they would naturally have the protection of a Creation Realm Divine Lord. If mortal emperors wished to move against them, with Ye Zhen present, they likely would not dare.
Naturally, they were immensely tempted.
In contrast, Huang Jian and Liu Qi's eyes were filled with worry, afraid that Ye Zhen would succumb to the temptation.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Ye Zhen suddenly burst into hearty laughter, laughing with utter abandon, his laughter carrying a trace of wild arrogance.
Upon hearing that laughter, the worry in Huang Jian and Liu Qi's eyes suddenly vanished.
"A Divine Lord's Personal Successor Disciple? Your Heaven Temple really looks down on me, Ye Zhen. You want to win me over, yet you are unwilling to offer even a Dao Ancestor's Personal Successor Disciple position. You really are stingy!" Ye Zhen laughed loudly.
The confidence on Qinghui's face instantly faded, and his expression darkened. Purgatory Divine King, however, suddenly bellowed furiously at Ye Zhen.
"Impudent! What do you think you