The Great King's Reward Under Zhang Tianshi

"Great King, this is the greatest concession our ministers can make. If you do not agree, we would rather die than allow you to cultivate Daoist arts. The former kings never had such an idea. The state and its altars of soil and grain are paramount, as is the Yin Shang empire!"

Shang Rong stepped forward and said again in a low voice.

He saw a hint of hesitation in the Great King's eyes, as well as his stubbornness.

He was like a lead goose, guiding the direction. As soon as his words were spoken, the other ministers also bowed to Di Xin.

"Great King, the state and its altars of soil and grain are paramount, as is the Yin Shang empire!"

The voices were sonorous and powerful, and quite uniform. Those who didn't know the truth would truly think the Great King had done something outrageous and shameful!

Perhaps, in their eyes, it was acceptable for the Great King to be a little outrageous, but for him to abandon being a good Great King and insist on learning the Dao was absolutely unacceptable to them.

Di Xin frowned, "My esteemed ministers, I am of a golden body. Can any random person examine me? What if it's an assassin?"

Since he had worries in his heart, how could Di Xin allow anyone to touch his body? This risk could not be taken.

"Great King, rest assured, the person we have found is definitely not an assassin. If they were to harm even a single hair on your body, we would willingly accept execution for our nine generations of kin."

Bi Gan stepped forward and patted his chest to guarantee it.

Di Xin shook his head and refused, "Vice Chancellor, you are my uncle. Executing your nine generations of kin is equivalent to executing my nine generations of kin. Are you saying that if an assassin harmed me, all nine generations of kin would also be implicated?"

He had finally found a reasonable excuse to refuse. He intended to make a big deal out of this point and directly reject the ministers' proposal.

However, at this moment, two lines of text suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Option One: Refuse the physical examination. Mission Reward: Immortal Beast Azure Ox.]

[Option Two: Agree to the physical examination. Mission Reward: One Spirit Pill equivalent to ten years of cultivation.]

Seeing these two lines of text, Di Xin was stunned.

Why did the System advocate for him to accept the examination? Wasn't this a conspiracy by the Daoist Sect?

In his previous life, Di Xin feared physical examinations. What if a disease was discovered?

How similar this was to his past self.

While he hesitated in his heart, Bi Gan reacted, "Great King, my family is willing to bear the consequences, and the other ministers will face execution for their nine generations of kin."

With that said, many court officials looked at Bi Gan, their eyes seeming to speak volumes.

Bi Gan looked at this person and then at that person, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

At this time, Di Xin took the opportunity to nod slightly, pondered for a moment, and then asked, "Who is this person of profound Daoist cultivation that all the ministers have requested? This should at least be reported to me first, shouldn't it?"

Hearing that Di Xin's stance had softened, Shang Rong hurriedly reported, "He is a renowned Celestial Master named Zhang Changfeng. He can spit fire, break stones with his chest, and hold a spear point to his throat without sustaining any injury."

Di Xin exclaimed, "Someone with such profound Magic Power! Hurry and invite him here. I wish to take him as my master."

Shang Rong stroked his beard and said, "If Celestial Master Zhang deems the Great King to have the aptitude for cultivation, whether you take him as your master or not is entirely up to you. We, as your subjects, will absolutely not interfere."

"Very well, summon... no, invite Celestial Master Zhang... no, I shall personally welcome Celestial Master Zhang..."

Di Xin immediately stood up, appearing to be completely agreeable.

"That would be good... Celestial Master Zhang is waiting outside the palace!"

Shang Rong finished speaking, turned around, and made a gesture of invitation. His eyes met Bi Gan's, revealing a sly smile.

Di Xin kept his word, showing the utmost respect as if for an enlightened master. He left Longde Hall and headed straight for the palace gates.

The palace gates opened again, and under Shang Rong's guidance, an elder with white hair and beard strode into the palace with an elegant gait. He truly possessed an air of immortal bearing.

This time, they did not enter Longde Hall.

Instead, they went to the Nine Rooms next to Longde Hall, where court officials usually rested while waiting for the morning court.

Di Xin was very enthusiastic and politely ushered the elder to a seat. He first bowed to the elder, and then said, "I trouble the Celestial Master to examine me!"

The elder nodded slightly, calmly extended his withered fingers, and placed them on Di Xin's right wrist pulse. He appeared very focused, his brow furrowed slightly, lost in thought.

Di Xin also sensed the elder's fingers. They were ordinary, with no Magic Power seeping into his body. The fingers were somewhat withered, and the pressure was moderate, no different from an old Chinese doctor feeling a woman's pulse for pregnancy.

He stood there cooperatively and said, "If I have the aptitude for cultivation, it would be a joyous occasion. I will certainly reward the Celestial Master with five hundred gold."

"Two thousand gold? Great King, is that true?"

The elder, who had previously appeared to have an immortal bearing, immediately's eyes lit up upon hearing Di Xin's words, and he looked at Di Xin and asked.

"Of course. A ruler's word is his bond. However, it depends on whether I am pleased!" Di Xin nodded and said earnestly.

"Ahem..."

Shang Rong coughed lightly from the side, "Celestial Master Zhang, please examine the Great King truthfully. You need not worry about the reward."

"Ten thousand gold!"

Di Xin suddenly looked at Shang Rong again, "That reward you are offering is yours. Can I not offer more if I am pleased?"

What was ten thousand gold?

One thousand gold could already buy a very decent civilian house, and five thousand gold was enough to buy a luxurious mansion.

The mansions of those court officials were at most worth around five to ten thousand gold. This was equivalent to Di Xin directly rewarding that Zhang Tian Shi with a top-tier luxury residence.

The elder's fingers, which were on Di Xin's pulse, suddenly trembled. He glanced at Shang Rong, then lowered his head in thought.

"Great King, this old man can tell. Although your aptitude isn't exceptionally high, it is sufficient for cultivation."

After a few breaths, Celestial Master Zhang lightly removed his fingers, smiled, and nodded at Di Xin, not forgetting to stroke his white beard.

"Celestial Master Zhang, you..."

Shang Rong's expression was stunned.

Di Xin, however, burst into laughter, "Celestial Master Zhang is indeed an expert. This King is greatly pleased and rewards you with ten thousand gold!"

"Thank you, Great King, for the generous reward!"

The Celestial Master Zhang excitedly performed a deep bow to Di Xin, not even glancing at Shang Rong.

[Host's choice is completely correct. Mission complete. Received System reward: one Spirit Pill that can substitute for ten years of cultivation.]

Seeing this line appear before his eyes, Di Xin turned around and left the Nine-Room House, full of pride.

The Celestial Master Zhang wanted to follow the Great King, but King Wucheng covered his mouth and dragged him aside, glaring angrily.

"Celestial Master Zhang, have you forgotten our agreement?"

After Di Xin had gone far, Huang Feihu released the Celestial Master Zhang and questioned him.

"Your Highness... spare my life! This old man was blinded by greed and will never dare to do it again. Please be magnanimous and spare this old man!"

At this moment, the Celestial Master Zhang no longer had his former immortal demeanor. His body trembled as he continuously begged Huang Feihu for mercy.

"Forget it, King Wucheng. Since it has already happened, any punishment would be futile. Just send him far away from Chaoge!"

Seeing Huang Feihu raise his fist to strike the old man, Shang Rong sighed and stopped him.