"Brother, you must keep things secure here. Don't let word leak out. I'll use these next few days to master a powerful Offensive Spell, and when the time comes, I'll make the Green King regret it!" Tang Changsheng said at last.
Fang Xin nodded quickly. "Don't worry, brother. As long as these three Ghost Messengers keep quiet, no word will leak from my side!"
The three Ghost Messengers hastily swore oaths that they would never tell a soul.
They agreed to make their move five days later, on the first day of the month.
Only then did Tang Changsheng take his leave.
In that modern Spacetime, he might not be able to summon the wind and rain, but at least he lived freely and at ease.
Yet in this "Immortal Realm," he was nothing more than a minor figure. Even finding a place to settle meant fighting for it first.
There were gods everywhere in the Immortal Realm, and every place had a master. Unless he wanted to spend his days in some desolate wilderness where Earth Qi was chaotic, Spiritual Qi was thin, and there was no village ahead or inn behind, he had no other choice.
Otherwise, he would have to fight and seize a place to stand on for himself.
In taking these Daoist Grounds, he would have to do most of the work. Fang Xin could only support him.
His strength fell far short of the Green King's, so he could not act rashly. He needed to make preparations well in advance.
Fortunately, when Tang Changsheng had first decided to seize the Green King's Daoist Grounds, he had already formed the beginnings of a plan and made his first move.
Tang Changsheng returned to the Thatched Cottage just as dawn broke. Chen Wangshi and Little Pearl