Meng Zhao was half recruiting, half threatening. His methods seemed crude, but they worked remarkably well. At the very least, Zeng Dong had been left both stirred and uneasy by those few words.
It was like feeding him honey mixed with poison, yet making him unable to stop himself from wanting more.
The Innate Realm—that was the Innate Realm. Once one attained it, one would rise beyond the ranks of ordinary martial artists, ascending to the heavens in a single step. Even in vast Liang Prefecture, one could be called an expert instead of being treated as some insignificant nobody whom anyone could bully at will.
Though the bald strong man had already reached the Postnatal Great Perfection Stage and appeared capable of taking that final step into the Innate Realm at any moment, the actual odds and possibility were not high.
Most likely, he would remain stuck there until he grew old and frail, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit falling into disorder. Or he would force a breakthrough, fail, and suffer grave injuries at best or death at worst.
Though the Innate Realm was not as great a leap over the postnatal realm as a Grandmaster was over the Innate Realm, it was still the advancement of an entire major realm. It was no trivial matter, and certainly not something any random martial artist could attain.
And now, Meng Zhao had given the bald strong man an opportunity. Moreover, from what he had personally felt, this opportunity was genuinely achievable. Like a fish that had taken the bait, he had been hooked and hauled up.
"Young Master is a figure like an immortal, with peerless cultivation. This lowly one would never dare betray you, so why use such a method to control me?"
Though he was secretly delighted, he