When Wang Mingchen saw the four Mid-grade Fifth-order corpse puppets and heard that they had once been Deity Transformation Cultivators, he could not help feeling somewhat afraid.
Even so, he suppressed his fear, stepped forward a few paces, and bowed. "I ask for your guidance, Seniors."
His etiquette was impeccable, and the four hall masters were all very satisfied.
The Vermilion Bird Hall Master nodded. "Not bad. You have courage.
Cultivators need not fear poor talent. Heaven never seals off every road; even the worst talent has a thread of hope. What is most frightening is a lack of courage.
Cultivation is, by nature, seizing the creations of Heaven and Earth and prying into the mysteries of sun and moon.
If one does not even have the courage to contend with Heaven for one's life, then no matter how good one's talent is, one will find it difficult to achieve anything great.
But do not worry. Even with the combined attack formation the four of us have set up, we are no match for your father.
What is more, we have something to ask of your father.
We would not be able to curry favor with you fast enough. Why would we harm you?
Daoyuan, we old fellows have a request. We hope you will permit it."
Wang Mingchen had always been recklessly bold since childhood. Before he was even a year old, when he could barely walk steadily, he had always wanted to play in the Earth Fire Chamber.
From childhood until now, he had never encountered any great danger.
It was only natural that he did not lack courage.
Wang Daoyuan said, "Seniors, please speak plainly. There is no need to be so courteous."
"The inheritance of Myriad Beast Valley cannot be handed to outsiders lightly.
We had