The Immortal Gate Opens

In the laboratory, Richard hung up the communicator.

Before the Daoist Legion appeared, he had already sent the Young Master into the werewolves' territory to persuade them to surrender. Richard knew the nature of aristocratic clans very well. This bunch pursued profit above all else and was cowardly by nature. With the war situation this dire, expecting them to unite in hatred against a common enemy and fight resolutely was less realistic than expecting Richard to soften his heart and voluntarily leave this world.

"Are you sure the Immortal Gate will open?"

"He will definitely open it."

Beside Richard, Daoist Xuanqing, clad in a dark Daoist robe, spoke with calm eyes.

Daoist Xuanqing had arrived while the Daoist Legion was fighting the goblins. Only, this time, Daoist Xuanqing's own consciousness was gone, replaced by the consciousness of the man behind the scenes.

"He needs the mortal realm as his medicinal field. Without a medicinal field, he cannot refine pills. If he cannot refine pills, he will become like those creatures you saw in the Firework Hall."

"A medicinal field?"

Richard raised an eyebrow. "Then this farmer of his is rather lazy."

Daoist Xuanqing shook his head. "The fact that he can remain lucid is already a blessing beyond compare. How could he possibly devote his energy to such mundane trifles?"

"So who exactly are you?"

Richard looked at Daoist Xuanqing. He could sense that the current Daoist Xuanqing was very unusual. A power he found somewhat familiar, yet could not recall, lay hidden within him.

Cooperating with someone like this always made Richard feel as though he might be stabbed in the back at any moment.

"Who am I? That is a good question." Daoist Xuanqing's tone suddenly changed, becoming the true Daoist Xuanqing's voice. "I do not know who