Zang Xin's Gift

Looking at the other person's gentle face, which almost made him lower all his guard, he silently reminded himself: the more harmless a person seems, the less you should let your guard down.

After all, this is Zang Xin, the true leader of the Tang Sect, Demigod- level powerhouse who controls the entire Tang Sect's secret networks and resources. On the surface, he is gentle and refined, but behind the scenes, his network is wider than anyone else's.

Some people smile the most amiably, yet hold the sharpest knife in their hands.

He remained outwardly calm and sat down across from the tea table with an upright posture and a composed demeanor, showing no sign of restraint.

"I've long heard of the Passionate Douluo's name, and seeing him today, I can confirm that it truly lives up to its reputation!"

When Qi Ji spoke, his tone was just right, showing the respect of a junior to a senior without being overly obsequious.

In front of such a cunning old fox, excessive humility will only lead to being looked down upon; moderate self-confidence is the best attitude.

"I should be the one saying that."

Zang Xin smiled and shook his head, his gaze sweeping over Qi Ji, a look of appreciation and admiration in his eyes like that of an elder looking at a junior. "Truly worthy of being the Federation's number one genius, so young yet possessing such bearing and cultivation. If I were your age, I would probably feel ashamed of myself upon meeting you."

"No, no, there isn't..."

Qi Ji responded humbly to such praise, picked up the cup of tea in front of him, took a sip, and found the tea to be sweet and mellow with a long aftertaste; it was indeed a rare and excellent tea.

As he sipped his tea, he pondered Zang Xin's intentions. The fact that Zang Xin had taken the initiative to meet him meant that it was definitely not just to exchange a few polite words.

"What a pity..." Zang Xin put down his teacup and sighed, "Compared to the War God Temple, my Tang Sect has no successors!"

Qi Ji thought to himself, "If I believed you, I'd be seeing a ghost."

The Tang Sect has practically turned the Star Luo Continent into their backyard, and you're telling me there's no one to carry on their legacy? You're kidding me.

However... considering that Zang Xin is from the Douluo Continent, he probably doesn't have much affection for the people from the Star Luo Continent.

After all, it's perfectly normal for people from the Douluo Continent to look down on people from the Star Luo Continent and think of them as "savages." This prejudice, ingrained in their bones, hasn't changed in ten thousand years.

Qi Ji's mind raced, and he realized this was a good opportunity to get closer to Qi Ji.

So he put down his teacup and said sincerely, "To be honest, Your Excellency, when I was a child, I grew up listening to the heroic stories of the Tang Sect. I remember clearly the legends of Tang San defeating enemies with Hidden Weapon and the revival of the Tang Sect. I especially admired the ancestors of the Tang Sect. In fact, I originally intended to join the Tang Sect... Unfortunately, among those who recruited me, there were no Titled Douluo from the Tang Sect."

He spoke with heartfelt sincerity, his eyes carrying just the right amount of regret.

To be honest, apart from the fact that he "admired the Tang Sect's predecessors," everything else was true.

If I had joined the Tang Sect back then, I might have had more resources, and entering the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well and Dragon Tomb wouldn't have been so troublesome.

Moreover, the Tang Sect's foundation is indeed deeper than that of the War God Temple. At least when it comes to "making it easier to take advantage of others," the Tang Sect is definitely a better place.

"This... is this really true?!"

Zang Xin paused slightly in his teacup, a barely concealed tremor flashing in his eyes.

As a Demigod- level powerhouse, his Mental Power had already reached the Spirit Domain Realm. He could basically sense whether a person was lying or not.

Qi Ji's words just now, whether in tone, emotion, or heartbeat, all indicated that what he said was indeed true.

Zang Xin suddenly felt like he had missed out on a billion yuan—no, Qi Ji's value was far more than a billion yuan!

In the discussions among these old fogies, Qi Ji had long been regarded as the next Yun Ming level existence.

In other words, Qi Ji was originally a member of the War God Temple and essentially a direct descendant of the Federation; otherwise, he would have been assassinated by various powerful forces long ago.

Such a genius was missed because the Tang Sect didn't send Titled Douluo to recruit him? This is even more heartbreaking than a failed investment.

"Your Majesty, the Amorous One, must possess the Mental Power of the Spirit Domain Realm, right?"

Qi Ji seemed to see through Zang Xin's thoughts and added casually, "How could you not see through whether a kid like me, who hasn't even reached the Spirit Abyss Realm, is lying?"

These words were like a small knife, piercing Zang Xin's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

He knew that what Qi Ji said was true, which made him even more hesitant to believe it.

How could the Tang Sect so easily and unconsciously lose a genius capable of changing the future landscape of the continent?

If the other high-ranking members of the Tang Sect knew this, they would probably be kicking themselves for days.

However, Zang Xin was, after all, the Passionate Douluo known in the martial arts world as the "Smiling Fox." Having lived for so many years, what storms hadn't he weathered?

He was only slightly taken aback before quickly pulling himself out of his regret, and his smile returned to its gentle and composed state.

Since Qi Ji said that, it means that he does have a good impression of the Tang Sect. Zang Xin was originally worried that Qi Ji's targeting of Shrek would also lead to his dislike of the Tang Sect, but now it seems that he was overthinking it.

"Sigh... After saying so much, it would be really inappropriate for me, as an elder, not to offer a small gift as a token of my appreciation."

Zang Xin smiled and shook his head, then took out an exquisite gift box from his Storage Soul Tool.

The gift box is dark red all over, with intricate patterns carved on the surface, exuding an antique feel. "Perfect, I have a gift here that would be perfect for you."

Qi Ji's gaze fell on the gift box, and a sense of anticipation rose in his heart.

A powerhouse of Zang Xin's caliber is certainly no ordinary person.

"I've heard that the War God Temple once acquired a thousand-year-old Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum for you."

As Zang Xin spoke, he opened the gift box. Inside lay a crystal-clear plant, its leaves glistening with dew-like luster, emanating a pure and ethereal aura. "So, I'm afraid you can no longer consume any of your other immortal Immortal Herb. Fortunately, I have a ten-thousand-year-old ' Full Moon Wearing Autumn Dew ' here, which is perfect for your current stage."

Immortal Herb!

Qi Ji's heart skipped a beat.

Why did he want to join the Tang Sect? It's naturally because the Tang Sect has top-tier resources that other forces don't have!

The Immortal Herb within the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well are so numerous that any one of them could drive the entire continent mad.

The Dragon Tomb is the burial place of the Dragon Clan, which is like home to Qi Ji.

Unfortunately, both of these are firmly controlled by the Tang Sect, and outsiders have no way of getting their hands on them.

Wangchuan Qiushui Dew – This is a different type of Immortal Herb from Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum, and it happens to enhance Mental Power.

Qi Ji's current Mental Power level is around 4,000, just one step away from the Spirit Abyss Realm.

If he consumes this ten-thousand-year-old Wangchuan Qiushui Dew, he might be able to break through to the Spirit Abyss Realm in one fell swoop, at which point he will have more options for fusing with his Soul Spirit.

"Thank you so much, Your Majesty!"

Qi Ji accepted the gift box without any hesitation, his tone filled with sincere gratitude.

In such situations, refusing would be impolite; accepting the gift is the greatest respect one can show for the other person's goodwill.

Looking at Qi Ji's expression, which was both joyful and trying hard to remain calm, Zang Xin couldn't help but smile and shake his head, then picked up his teacup and took another sip.

The gift is worthwhile if it can determine the political leanings of this future first person.