Though they had known it before, hearing Tang Changsheng himself say the words "True Person of the Yang Spirit" still shook them to the core.
What did that mean? He was already a candidate to become a true immortal. Even if he failed to become an Earth Immortal and preside over a cave abode, once his lifespan ran out, he could enter the Divine Way and preside over a region's mountains and rivers. Becoming an Orthodox God of a Netherworld Office would be as easy as turning his hand.
More likely still, he would reincarnate and cultivate anew, amass the resources he needed, and break through in one stroke.
In short, these Ghost Officials could neither contend with nor hope to approach such an earth-shaking figure. And now the Netherworld Office had no master, leaving every ghost's heart in turmoil. No one knew what the future held. Even the Fuyang Mountain God's Netherworld Office might fall under his control.
Thus, although Envoy Zhao had been a scholar in life, he dared not show the slightest reserve before Tang Changsheng.
Spirit Iron was precious, but it was too hot to handle. They did not dare touch a scrap of it. Only someone like Tang Changsheng, with "deep roots" and powerful backing, would dare set his sights on it.
Their task was simply to sell themselves along with the Spirit Iron, and fetch a good price.
And Tang Changsheng clearly made a fine buyer. More importantly, for Ghost Officials without connections like them, he was the only person they had any hope of currying favor with.
They dared not hesitate. Leading Tang Changsheng deep inside, they finally reached an inconspicuous room at the back of the storeroom. It was filled with black Stones that looked like something found everywhere in the Mortal