Que Cai had received a formal promise and rid herself of the Pill Toxin in her body. She could now continue taking Longevity-Extending Pills without worrying that her lifespan was about to run out, so the smile on her face came from the bottom of her heart.
At this moment, Wang Ping turned his gaze toward Leng Kezhen and saw through his cultivation at a glance. The Demon Race aura within the Artifact Cultivator formation in his body was somewhat chaotic, likely the result of relearning the Nine Tripod Sect's secret art. But Wang Ping had no intention of helping him. Instead, he asked, "Commander Leng, what do you want?"
Leng Kezhen was first stunned by Wang Ping's distant form of address, then realized that he was being questioned. He immediately knelt and said respectfully, "Reporting to True Lord, this humble one has no great desires. I only hope to pass down all I have learned in my life. If my disciple is fortunate enough to touch upon the Fourth Realm of Artifact Cultivation, I hope True Lord will grant him an opportunity."
Wang Ping's expression remained placid as he lifted his teacup and asked, "Are you sure you have thought this through?"
Leng Kezhen answered firmly, his voice ringing out, "Yes, this humble one has thought it through. I have wasted my entire life. Reaching my current cultivation was already no easy feat. There is no possibility of going any higher."
Wang Ping nodded. A glimmer appeared in his outstretched right hand, and he sent it into Leng Kezhen's brow. "This is the secret art of the Fourth Realm of Artifact Cultivation. Since you are a disciple of my Taiyan Sect, no one will block your path to advancement. But whether you succeed depends entirely on your own strength."