Aromatic Silk Beauty Sacrifice!

"Bullshit! You think that little flame of yours deserves to be called ultimate?"

A cold, bone-chilling voice rang out immediately. The silver-haired, icy beauty transformed from the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass interrupted without a shred of politeness. She looked at Zichuan, her gaze remaining frigid, yet her tone carried an unquestionable certainty:

"My Lord, I am the Octagonal Mysterious Ice Grass, born from the source of the Cold Extreme Ice Spring. My extreme cold attribute can freeze time and space and annihilate all things. If you accept my sacrifice, your mastery over the ice of the life attribute will reach the pinnacle! Choose me!"

"You two only know how to fight and kill!" The white-haired, youthful-looking elder of the Primordial Immortal Grass spoke with a smile, his tone gentle yet filled with temptation.

"My Lord, this old one is untalented, but I specialize in the Primordial One Breath, excelling in assisting cultivation, condensing the Soul Core, and solidifying foundations. If you accept my sacrifice, your soul power cultivation speed will increase by at least thirty percent! The stability of your foundation will be unprecedented!"

"Cut the crap, old man Primordial! If it's about strengthening foundations, I'm the one for the job!" The burly man of the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, looking like a glaring Vajra, spoke with a voice like a booming bell, slapping his golden-glowing chest with a thunderous sound.

"My Lord, I, the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, possess medicinal properties that are both fierce and balanced. I am best at tempering the physique, honing the bones, and forging a Vajra-like indestructible body! Look at these muscles of mine; they were forged through training! Choose me, and I guarantee your physical strength will rival that of a True Dragon!"

"Hmph, a bunch of brutes."

The deep-eyed scholar in green robes, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, gently shook his folding fan and said indifferently, "My Lord, spiritual power is the true foundation. I, the Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew, specialize in vision and spirit. I can help you open the Heavenly Eye, pierce through illusions, and perceive the essence of all things. With a powerful spirit, cultivation yields twice the result with half the effort, and you can anticipate the enemy's moves. This is the kingly way."

"I, the Ink Jade Divine Bamboo, have sword intent that reaches the profound; I can enhance slaughter!"

"I, the Earth Dragon Golden Melon, have infinite strength and unparalleled defense!"

"I..."

It was chaotic—completely chaotic!

The immortal herbs and Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had been solemn and respectful just moments ago were now acting like aunties fighting for discounted eggs at a wet market. They scrambled and pushed, desperately trying to sell themselves while belittling others, wishing they could pack themselves up and stuff themselves into Zichuan's soul ring immediately!

A few with fiery tempers, like the Infernal Delicate Apricot and the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, already had dangerous energy fluctuations surging around them, looking ready to "persuade" their opponents if things went south.

Du Busi: "..."

He opened his mouth wide, his eyes bulging larger than a bull's. The muscles on his face were completely stiff from excessive shock, and he even forgot to disperse the soul power he had been condensing halfway. He just stood there, foolishly watching this absurd scene that overturned his century of cognition.

Sacrifice? A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast voluntarily sacrificing itself? And they were fighting over it?! Afraid they wouldn't be able to give themselves away?!

Has the world gone mad? Or am I, Du Busi, not awake and still dreaming?

He blinked hard and pinched his thigh fiercely. It hurt! It wasn't a dream!

But this... is this reasonable? Which of these Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts hasn't endured countless hardships and cultivated for countless years to possess their current cultivation and status?

They are arrogant, powerful, and cherish their lives! Voluntary sacrifice means giving up everything gained through bitter cultivation, offering their life, soul, and cultivation to another existence, and from then on, losing control over their own life and death!

What kind of sacrifice is this?

Yet now, these fierce beasts were almost fighting over a spot for sacrifice?

Du Busi felt his brain couldn't keep up; his worldview was shattering and reassembling with a crackling sound.

He turned his neck with difficulty to look at Zichuan, who was also a bit dazed but seemed to be accepting reality quickly, his expression complex beyond description.

What exactly is this kid's background? No, how much influence do those two deities have?

In the Sea of Consciousness, the God of Destruction let out a disdainful snort and said to Zichuan:

"See that? That's called vision. These plant spirits have lived for a hundred thousand years; their brains might be slow, but their instincts for seeking advantages and avoiding harm, and for pursuing the Great Dao, are not bad."

His tone was arrogant:

"You carry the mark of both me and Life; you are almost destined to become a god, and a God King who wields supreme authority at that! They sacrifice to you, and although they temporarily lose their freedom, their soul power and souls are bound to you. Once you attain godhood, they, as your soul rings and soul spirits, will naturally rise with you, ascending to the God Realm, gaining divinity, and enjoying endless lifespan!"

"Using a few decades, or at most a hundred years of 'companionship'—a mere blink in their long lives—to trade for a near-certain opportunity for immortality and a place in the divine ranks! Anyone who isn't a fool knows how to choose!"

"What they are fighting for now isn't just a qualification for sacrifice; it's a ticket to the heavens! It's a boarding pass to eternity!"

Zichuan suddenly understood. So that was it. It wasn't that he had great influence; it was that the "God King" position behind him was too tempting.

For these immortal herbs and fierce beasts stuck at the hundred-thousand-year threshold, with no hope of passing their tribulations and a bleak future, what could be a safer and brighter path than clinging to the thigh of a future God King?

Just then, the leader, the Aromatic Silk Beauty, finally couldn't watch anymore.

He frowned slightly, and an invisible aura carrying a faint pressure spread out. Although not strong, it made the arguing immortal herbs instantly fall silent.

"Enough!" the Aromatic Silk Beauty said in a deep voice, his tone returning to its previous gentle and scholarly manner, yet carrying unquestionable majesty. "To be so unseemly in front of the Lord, what kind of decorum is this?"

The immortal herbs then realized their lack of composure and quickly restrained their auras, standing back in place, though their eyes still looked at Zichuan with eagerness, like children waiting for candy.

The Aromatic Silk Beauty turned to Zichuan and bowed again, his tone even more respectful: "Please forgive the lack of decorum, My Lord. It is just that it has not been easy for these fellow daoists to cultivate, and the road ahead is difficult. Seeing you is like finding a lamp in the dark night, so it is hard not to be excited. I wonder... which fellow daoists do you intend to accept?"

He respectfully returned the choice to Zichuan.

Zichuan looked at these "well-behaved" hundred-thousand-year fierce beasts, and the last trace of anxiety in his heart vanished.

Old Zi was right; this was a win-win situation, a case of each getting what they needed. He no longer hesitated, his gaze becoming clear and firm.

He first looked at the leader, the Aromatic Silk Beauty, and said: "Aromatic Silk Beauty, King of Immortal Herbs, you can discern all things and govern the flowers. Your ability and insight will be of great benefit to me as I walk the continent, identify opportunities, and integrate resources in the future. I wish to request your assistance for the second soul ring of my Heart of Destruction."

Choosing the Aromatic Silk Beauty was not only because it was the strongest, but also because he valued its status and ability as the "King of Immortal Herbs." This would provide comprehensive assistance to his growth.

Upon hearing this, the Aromatic Silk Beauty's purple robe moved slightly, and a look of relief and immense honor appeared on his handsome face. He bowed deeply once more:

"Tulip will strictly follow the Lord's command! I will do my utmost and not fail your trust!"

The other immortal herbs showed disappointment in their eyes, but mostly envy. Being chosen first was a great honor in itself.