And just like that, Wang Quan had somehow become the ancestor of the Mountain Reliance Sect.
Amid endless praise and flattery, with a dozen pure-looking, aloof female cultivators kneading his legs and massaging his shoulders, he lost himself and opened his Hundred-Treasure Pouch.
When he came back to his senses, he discovered that every one of these Mountain Reliance Sect cultivators had acquired a Magic Treasure Blank.
He had even reforged the Twelve Houses of the Zodiac.
He had also given these fellows a spare Magic Treasure Purple Mansion.
Under the coaxing of those sweet-voiced female cultivators, he had even let these fellows paint portraits of him.
During all this, he had regained his clarity for a while and entered a state of sage-like detachment.
In that state, he had added some restrictions to the portraits.
These restrictions were intimately tied to his strength.
As long as he kept growing stronger, the restrictions would grow stronger too.
This also guarded against other cultivators using the portraits to plot against him.
Besides, he had numerous methods at his disposal. Even if his appearance and portraits leaked out, he had no fear of cultivators at the same realm, or even one realm higher, using them against him.
If a cultivator could use a portrait to plot against him, then unless he hid in Stone City, that person could easily kill him even without a portrait.
In the end, these cultivators kowtowed in thanks and left happily.
"Ancestor, this foundation is yours now."
"Do whatever you like with it!"
"Once we conquer a new foundation in a little while, we hope you'll come take it over too, Ancestor."
Watching the Mountain Reliance Sect cultivators disappear into the distance, Wang Quan felt that he would never deal with them again for the rest of