"Many thanks, fellow Daoist."
Fang Qing's face lit up with delight as he accepted the spirit pearl.
Fang Wuchen silently studied this Vajra Strength Son, sighing inwardly once more. He could not be confronted by force—though Sons were generally inferior to Violet Palace cultivators, this one was extraordinary. Divine power radiance shone upon him; he had cultivated divine powers himself. No wonder he had crossed eastward and slain a Violet Palace cultivator back then.
He glanced once more at Medicine King Green Tara, pain ultimately piercing his heart. In a soft voice, he asked, "How much in spiritual resources would it take to ransom a Tara?"
Fang Qing shook his head and had Medicine King Green Tara speak for herself.
Medicine King Green Tara rose to her feet. She first solemnly bowed to Fang Wuchen, then said, "Having entered the Secret Treasury, in life I am a person of the Secret Treasury, and in death, a ghost of the Secret Treasury. This bow repays karma. True Person, Son, I shall take my leave first—"
She walked out of the pavilion, stepped into the Great Void, and vanished at once.
Seeing this, Fang Wuchen could not help but sigh.
"Very well. Now that Junior Sister Medicine King Green Tara has left, there are some matters this Son may speak of plainly."
Fang Qing's expression turned solemn. "By the Dharma King's command, your Fang Clan has already been granted the status of an immortal clan. However, Violet Palace techniques may not be passed outside the clan, nor may their secrets be divulged. True Person, it would also be best if you did not use strength to bully the weak and force Vast Sea Gate or the Bai Family to hand over their inheritances. After all—they are under the protection of our White