Thousand Year Spirit Refining, Thousand-Year Status!

The plane slowly glided across the sky, following a specific flight path, and landed in the airport's Waiting Area.

Lu Zheng stepped off the plane, fiddling with the two photos in his hand.

Several hunter teams have lost contact.

His gaze lingered on Liu Cuihua's photo for a moment, then fell on 'Lin Dongxi's' photo.

Everyone's in the Waiting Area, which saves us a lot of effort.

He kept his master Chen Qiusheng's words in mind: this time, coming to the Waiting Area, killing was secondary.

After all, Lin Dongxi and Liu Cuihua were both without Martial Arts Master by their side, so killing them would be far too easy.

The most important task is there.

Lu Zheng's gaze was directed towards the Council Building.

After leaving the airport, we headed straight for the Council Building.

Three generous gifts were presented, and the master's connections and favors were exhausted. They waited until 5 a. m.

Finally, after passing through numerous security checkpoints, I met that extraordinary person.

"Old Mr. Zhao."

Lu Zheng bowed slightly and lowered his head, speaking respectfully to the head steward of the Golden Family:

"My master asked me to convey his greetings to you on his behalf."

"Chen Qiusheng?"

The head steward's expression was indifferent; although he was a Great Grandmaster,

Great Grandmaster are everywhere.

There are only eight Golden Councilor in the entire province.

"Yes, Old Mr. Zhao."

Lu Zheng kept his head down, maintaining an absolutely respectful posture:

"Recently, there seems to have been a major upheaval in the capital, which has affected our Golden Province."

He said in a low voice:

"Master wants to make a small deal with Old Mr. Zhao, and even with Councilor Hu."

The head butler raised his eyelids and said coldly:

"The gentleman is no longer a member of parliament."

"Not yet."

Lu Zheng carefully considered his words before speaking cautiously:

"Everyone knows that among the eight councilors, Old Hu is the most upright, and any minor political disturbance will soon be quelled."

As he spoke, he solemnly took out a small wooden box and said softly:

"This is a small token of my master's appreciation."

Lu Zheng couldn't help but feel a little heartache; his master had gone to great lengths to get his hands on this thing.

A waiter picked up a wooden box and handed it to the head butler, who opened it, his expression changed slightly, and he said with emotion:

"Old Chen really has a big hand; he just sent this thing out like that?"

In his words, Chen Qiusheng became Old Chen, and his tone became more intimate.

Inside the box was a rare and Qi and Blood Elixir, with extraordinary effects.

Even the worst possible outcome is that it can help Martial Arts Master discover the third level of the Spleen's Great Secret, and even complete an additional [Qi and Blood Sublimation].

And the most important effect.

Life.

This is a miraculous medicine that can extend one's life by at least ten years!

Of all things in heaven and earth, the word "longevity" is the most deadly.

Even gods face the danger of their lifespan ending and are constantly worried about the Five Decays that afflict Celestial Person.

The head butler solemnly closed the wooden box and asked:

"What does Old Chen want to do?"

To be honest...

Lu Zheng said cautiously:

"The struggle in the capital was an opportunity; my master wanted to become Golden Councilor."

He considered it for a moment and continued:

"That one in Chongyang City was also affected by the struggle; perhaps it's time for him to step down."

The head butler squinted:

"Does Old Chen want the master to help him fight for a seat in the council of Chongyang City?"

He said with a half-smile:

"Therefore, one miraculous medicine is far from enough."

"Nature."

Lu Zheng's thinking is clear:

"But if Master goes up there, he can naturally help Old Hu, don't you think?"

The head butler remained silent, his knuckles tapping rhythmically on the armrest.

In the silence, sweat beaded on Lu Zheng's forehead, and the pressure he was under grew ever greater.

For a long time.

"I will pass on the message to the master; he will contact Chen Qiusheng in the next few days."

The head butler said calmly:

"Whether it succeeds or not depends entirely on the master's wishes and Old Chen's performance."

"Understood, understood!"

Lu Zheng bowed and scraped, and finally, he bowed again and presented another large dose of medicine.

"This is for your elders."

He laughed:

"I'd like to ask you for a favor, sir, to help me check on two people in the Waiting Area."

The head steward smiled; investigating two people was hardly something he was qualified to concern himself with.

This little guy is taking this opportunity to present a gift and, incidentally, to incur a favor.

Only by owing someone a favor can you have a reason to repay it later and a reason to deepen the relationship.

What a sensible little guy.

"Yes, I will instruct my subordinates to take care of it." The head butler nodded slightly.

Lu Zheng bowed respectfully once more, then took his leave without any hesitation.

After he left.

'Squeak~'

The mahogany door opened, and an elderly man and a Three-Eyed Child walked in side by side.

"Sir, Mr. Zhou."

The butler was extremely respectful. Although he didn't know why, the master and this lucky Zhou Muneo suddenly seemed like old friends, but that was not something he should ponder.

He presented two wooden boxes.

Hu Zhongli opened the package, glanced at it, tossed the large dose of medicine back to the head steward, and put away the miraculous medicine.

"Chen Qiusheng, is that right?"

Hu Zhongli casually remarked, seemingly unconcerned:

"Remember, tell him to call me three days from today, in the afternoon."

"Yes, sir."

The head steward bowed respectfully and then withdrew.

Hu Zhongli weighed the miraculous medicine in his hand and sighed with mixed feelings.

A new influence is emerging.

Before that distorted world, the struggle in the capital, though far-reaching, was not enough to affect the seats of the councilors in the Golden Province.

But now.

Having temporarily lost his seat as a member of parliament, the seats of other members of parliament in the province also began to waver.

Many large commodities then began to compete for them.

"It's just a transaction," Hu Zhongli absentmindedly, then turned to hold the incredibly precious medicine in both hands.

"I will then use this as an opportunity to present the medicine to the messenger."

Zhou Muneo glanced sideways, hummed in agreement through his nose, and casually took it.

"Let's see if the Respected Attendant wants it."

He thought to himself—though it wouldn't be of Respected Attendant.

But you have to show your sincerity!

"Huh?"

Zhang Fusheng was somewhat puzzled as he sensed the Mental Intent conveyed by Zhou Muneo's prayers and chanting.

Old Hu is such a good person!

They're rushing to give gifts?

Hmm, and it just so happens to be Qi and Blood Elixir!

Great medicine, miraculous medicine, Heavenly Elixir.

The effects of this miraculous medicine far surpass those of the most potent medicine.

As expected of the Golden Family, their accumulated wealth is truly profound!

Zhang Fusheng thought to himself with satisfaction, "Old Hu is such a good person."

We need to find a way to get Zhou Muneo to deliver this miraculous medicine to Chongyang City.

He suppressed his thoughts, stood high in the sky, and gazed at the Flawless Soul that he still chanted day and night within his own divine realm.

They became even more devout.

"Contract Book."

The moment the thought arose, the Contract Book trembled.

There are still three pounds of Unicorn Giant Rhinoceros Meat left. I need to start collecting some Star Beast Meat too; Old Hu's connections aren't working very well anymore.

The challenge lies in how to sever ties with 'Zhang Fusheng'.

"Three catties of Unicorn Giant Rhinoceros Meat can probably buy about five hundred days of cooling."

Zhang Fusheng silently calculated, picking and choosing among the Flawless Soul, and found seven old souls who were the oldest in life, all of whom were over or close to a hundred years old.

"You go first."

If it's one's own soul, completing the transaction would be absolutely voluntary, and there might not even be a need for a transaction.

It's a direct 'demand'.

However, this process requires the involvement of Contract Book, and there will still be a cooling-off period.

The first one, a 130-year Visualization Cultivation, came from the soul of that old group leader, with a 60-day cooling-off period.

The second set, a 109-year Visualization Cultivation, cooled down in 57 days.

The third, the fourth, and the fifth.

Zhang Fusheng made seven demands in a row, until the Contract Book cooled down again and there was no more Star Beast Meat left, at which point he finally calmed down.

He also made a point of being careful, making sure the 'transaction,' or rather the 'demand,' was completed while sitting on a futon.

After all, once the Contract Book cools down, it can no longer be used to reach the Eight Sceneries Palace.

"Seven years have passed since the practice of visualization meditation."

"Pity."

Zhang Fusheng sighed again. These were merely souls; having lost their bodies and cultivation, only their Spiritual Cultivation remained.

All that remains to be taken is Spiritual Cultivation.

Otherwise

"That's enough, if I master the method of absorbing Flawless Soul next year."

Zhang Fusheng's heart was burning with excitement.

"Perhaps I could even take a different approach and bring the person I want to kill to Jiangzhou to kill—provided I can figure out how to deal with that God of Plague first."

He took a deep breath.

"Give me more of the Contract Book! Make sure I have a full set of teeth!"

Seven hundred years of Spiritual Cultivation crashed into his mind.

[In my first year, I began to focus on diligently refining my divine realm, attempting to advance towards higher levels.]

[I'm making rapid progress]

Liao Xianji's comprehension is really useful.

[Second year, third year]

[In the 138th year, my divine realm and Mental Intent have become increasingly profound. After hundreds of years of tempering, Transforming the False into the True is no longer so difficult.]

[I tried to observe the Great Sun Illuminates Seventy-Two Snow Mountains, and this time, a second great sun actually briefly appeared in the sky.]

So tired

[In the 196th year, I seem to have honed my divine realm to its true limit. I can sense that the next step is 'Limit-Breaking'.]

[That is, it was originally so]

I've reached a standstill, just like I did during the Twelve Refinements years ago.

[In the third hundred years, although I failed to break through the Great Limit my spiritual potential, I have not stood still; my Mental Accumulation has reached seven hundred years.]

[My thoughts can reach seventy kilometers away, and I even discover that]

[When peering through the Gate of the Past, the viewpoint can be zoomed out to a range of seventy meters.]

So, the two are related?

On the futon, a smile unconsciously appeared on Zhang Fusheng's face, and the air around him distorted slightly—his mental will had become incredibly powerful.

Interfering with reality becomes effortless.

[In the 365th year, I still haven't broken through my Great Limit; I'm still missing that crucial link.]

[I know, it's related to Different Dimension. My divine realm needs to truly come into contact with Different Dimension in order to Limit-Breaking.]

But I'm neither in a hurry nor impatient.

[Also in that year, I discovered something strange: the divine realm seemed to be undergoing some subtle changes.]

[It seems to be related to the Six Ding Divine Fire?]

No, that's not right!

Eight Sceneries Palace, Zhang Fusheng was alarmed and discovered something extremely absurd.

Turn out to be

Unlike physical cultivation, which does not shorten one's lifespan,

The past experiences of those who cultivated in the divine realm that he accepted were actually reflected in the divine realm!!

In other words.

Three hundred and sixty-five years have passed in the divine realm.

Those Flawless Soul have also sung their praises numbly for 365 years.

The Human Treasure beside the Celestial Venerable was speechless, only staring wide-eyed. He had not experienced three hundred and sixty-five years.

Because the Eight Sceneries Palace is not located within the Divine Realm.

Because it resides high above the divine realm, it has not yet passed away for three hundred and sixty-five years—but.

However, Human Treasure could clearly perceive the drastic changes in the people around him, the vicissitudes of that instant, and the passage of hundreds of years in that moment.

Blood tears streamed down Human Treasure's face again; his emotions were completely numb.

Who exactly is he?

Human Treasure doesn't know.

[In the fifth hundred years, I felt that my Mental Accumulation was getting closer to the millennium mark, and it seemed that a change was taking place.]

Meanwhile, the divine realm is also quietly undergoing changes.

[Because of the souls' devout prayers, chants, and worship]

[Also because of the Six Ding Divine Fire]

[The six divine flames are quietly transforming my divine realm.]

[The Six Hundred Years]

[My Mental Accumulation has finally broken through the millennium barrier.]

I've discovered something strange.

[It seems I possess some kind of faint additional status?]

[He is far less endowed by the futon, but he is still a person of status.]

[Also in this year, my divine realm was subtly influenced by the Six Ding Divine Fire and incense offerings.]

[It seems to be getting a little more real.]

Six hundred years of cultivation, six hundred years of changes in the divine realm, six hundred years of time flowing like water.

Zhang Fusheng slowly opened his eyes.

The accumulation of a thousand years, though it has not yet descended, has resulted in a certain status bestowed upon it by a thousand years of cultivation, which is now cautiously huddled in a corner.

Compared to the status bestowed upon it by the meditation cushion, it is insignificant and negligible, yet it truly exists.

"What's this?"

The sounds of time's passage echoed through the Eight Sceneries Palace, Zhang Fusheng silently sensed the extra rank he had gained.

It's very unclear—because it hasn't integrated with itself.

That's too basic.

Unworthy.

Only by leaving the meditation cushion and the Eight Sceneries Palace can it resonate with oneself—and what will that bring?

Zhang Fusheng didn't know.

"A thousand years!"

He closed his eyes for a long time. In his six hundred years of cultivation, he had never once fallen into demonic possession. It seemed that his ineffable status had always suppressed his Malevolent Energy.

A chaotic mist slowly rose up, and the illusory form of Zhong Shan quietly appeared beside them.

The Human Treasure beside her was struggling violently, shaking.

Although the Eight Sceneries Palace, which stands above the divine realm, has not experienced the same six hundred years, Human Treasure has witnessed the fleeting changes of those around him.

It's like the world changing in an instant.

"So, my spiritual cultivation really does cause time to flow at the same rate as in the divine realm."

"Then there are so many things we can do from now on!"

The Celestial Venerable gently stroked the head of the Human Treasure, put it away, then extended two fingers, brought them together, and gently tapped the air.

'Thump!'

Ripples spread, from top to bottom.

Consciousness detaches from the divine realm and returns to reality.

The position of a thousand-year-old being will eventually be united with the body.

Zhang Fusheng has become 'taller'.

In reality, it has become 'taller'.

"A thousand years!"

A soft sigh escaped his lips, a breath of pent-up emotions slowly rising from his throat.

Under Chen Yuque's horrified gaze,

The boy stretched out his hand, tapped two fingers together.

'Thud!'

Reality is knocked on by a thought.

A light tapping sound,

The music began to play in the ears of everyone in the Waiting Area.

Without exception.

"This is a person."

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