After all, he was no true disciple of this world's Immortal Sects!
With that in mind, Tang Changsheng relaxed and helped himself to some food and wine. Though he was in Divine Soul form, he could still enjoy them.
Sure enough, after three rounds of wine and five courses of food, the Ghost Prison Clerk burst out laughing. The room fell silent. Clearly, they had reached the heart of the matter.
"I hear you're a disciple of a great sect, Master? Here to gain experience in the Wu Region?"
"I can hardly call myself a disciple of a great sect." Tang Changsheng's heart tightened, but he said, "Until I reach the Manifest Divinity Realm, I'm afraid I won't even be allowed back through its gates..."
"Hiss..." The Ghost Messengers drew sharp breaths and grew even more courteous.
The Manifest Divinity Realm was easy to speak of, but how hard was it to attain? Anyone who reached it could be addressed as a True Person!
An ordinary Rogue Cultivator who reached that realm could claim Daoist Grounds and establish a sect.
To allow someone back through its gates only after they reached the Manifest Divinity Realm—that was indeed how a foremost sect behaved.
Fang Xin added, "My brother here is as loyal as they come. Whether it's providing Dharma Money and Ritual Food or setting up Formations for Ritual Refinement of Yin Soldiers, his skills are first-rate."
"To tell you the truth, I only got my little Patrol Inspector post thanks to him. It cost a million in Dharma Money and ten tables of Ritual Food. If I'd had to pay for it myself, selling me whole wouldn't have covered the price..."
His amusing words heaped praise on Tang Changsheng, and the ghost officials all laughed.
They already knew all this,