Mortals get a golden finger for immortal cultivation every year

Chapter 433 Zhang Ruochen's Request
If this happened in the past, the Painting Saint Chu Siyuan would not believe a word of it.

But after experiencing the battle with Prince Taiko, he had to believe it.

The most important thing is Zhao Shuang in front of him, who was able to invite the spiritual power saint Ling Xiu.

This was someone he couldn't afford to offend, so he could only endure it.

Of course, as an old senior in the Kunlun Realm, he didn't want Zhao Shuang to die at the hands of the Undead Vampire Clan. After all, anyone who wasn't a fool could see that.

If Zhao Shuang grows up and becomes a great sage, then no one below the gods will be his opponent. He can even kill gods as soon as he becomes a great sage, just like the Thousand Bones Empress back then.

If such a powerful existence appears again in the Kunlun Realm, then what can the Undead Blood Clan be?
Therefore, the painting saint Chu Siyuan is also willing to protect Zhao Shuang.

Of course, Zhao Shuang basically doesn't need his protection now, but he still doesn't mind helping.

In this way, the two of them entered the Shengming Imperial City, chatting with each other.
Shengming City is one of the oldest cities in Kunlun Realm and has existed since ancient times.

It is not only the imperial capital of the Shengming Empire, but also the imperial capital of other empires a long, long time ago.

Although it is an imperial city, it can be called a country within a city.

After all, there are a billion people living here.

Soon, a tragedy happened in front of Zhao Shuang, but this tragedy had something to do with him.
But he didn't need to take action, as someone else had already taken action to resolve this tragedy.

That was the descendant of the Shengming Empire that Lingxiao Tianwang Palace wanted to kill, but it had already been solved by Zhao Shuang's ninth brother Zhang Ruoji.

"Ninth brother, I didn't expect you to come here too."

Zhao Shuang was not at all surprised by Zhang Ruoji's arrival.

Because if he was not mistaken, Mingtang Saint Kong Lanyou had also come here.

Moreover, it was the place where the two people had agreed to meet, but they had not met yet.

"Brother Eighth Prince, you are here too. What brings you here?"

Facing his brother King Zhao Shuang, Zhang Ruoji still had some concerns in his heart.

After all, the battle that Prince Taiko had fought not long ago was known to the whole world.

A titled Blood King of the Undead Blood Clan was killed on the spot by Zhao Shuang. It is conceivable what level Zhao Shuang has reached now.

Although he is not invincible under the Saint King, he is already invincible. There are basically not many people who can hurt him.

"Of course I came here for something I need to do. What's the matter? What's your business? If you need my help, just ask. I have some respect here. Although not many people know me, the senior painter next to me is a celebrity!"

He pointed to the painting master Chu Siyuan beside him and introduced him.

"Meet Senior Painting Saint."

Facing a painting master like Chu Siyuan, Zhang Ruoji appeared very humble.

"Yes, yes. Although you come from the First-Rank Black Market Hall, you're a pretty good person. I haven't heard of any cases of indiscriminate killing. Yes, you're many times better than the guy next to me. If you have time, why don't you go for a walk together? It's perfect, you two brothers probably have a lot to discuss."

The painting saint Chu Siyuan nodded with great satisfaction at Zhang Ruoji.

As for Zhang Ruoji's decision to help the Zhang family, he didn't care much about it.

After all, he was also dissatisfied with what Lingxiao Tianwang Mansion had done.

"Then I'm sorry to bother Senior Painting Saint."

Zhang Ruoji glanced at Zhao Shuang next to him, and only agreed when the latter nodded. In fact, he was unwilling to stay with these two people, but now he still needed their help, so naturally he had to stay together.

"Brother Wang, can you lend me the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron you have?"

As soon as they got together, Zhang Ruoji made a request, which was naturally something Zhao Shuang could not agree to.

"Do you think it's possible? Do you know the origin of this Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron? You're too direct to ask me for it."

Zhao Shuang was not surprised at Zhang Ruoji's request. After all, the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron originally belonged to the other party, but now it belonged to him, so it naturally belonged to him.

"Could it be that this Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron has some special function?"

Zhang Ruoji showed a look of surprise and asked.

"Isn't this nonsense? If he was just a descendant of the Shengming Empire, would I have paid such a huge price to get him?"

Zhao Shuang rolled his eyes at Zhang Ruoji.

"So, Brother Wang will not lend me this Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron."

Zhang Ruoji said with a somewhat ugly expression.

"It's not that I won't give it to you, but it's not a good thing for you to hold onto. That's all I can say. If you hold onto it, you might get yourself killed. Of course, if you're not afraid of death, I can give it to you."

There was a threat in Zhao Shuang's words, and Zhang Ruoji frowned when he heard it.

He wanted to ask for it, but he was worried that his life would be in danger. After all, he still had a great grudge to avenge, so he naturally didn't want to die so soon.

"In that case, it's better for the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron to stay with you, brother, for the time being. I won't be using it anymore."

Zhang Ruoji thought about it over and over again, and after careful consideration, he finally gave up.

If he continued to ask for the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron, and if he really encountered danger, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Then remember to follow me back to the Blood God Cult and get the Blood Clan Secret Scroll."

After rejecting Zhang Ruoji, Zhao Shuang made another request. Zhang Ruoji had originally rejected this request, but it didn't hurt to say it now.

"Okay, that's no problem."

Zhang Ruoji nodded and agreed. After all, the secret scroll of the blood clan concerned the life and death of the entire Kunlun world, so he had no choice but to agree.

"It's good that you know. This way, I've solved a troublesome matter. Otherwise, I can leave the Blood God Cult's Son to you. Anyway, something earth-shattering will happen to the Blood God Cult in the future. When that happens, I'm afraid you will be the only one who can escape. After all, your identity is not simple."

Zhao Shuang continued, this time no longer a threat, but an instigation.

"Brother Wang, you're such a joker! You worked so hard to obtain the position of the Blood God Cult's Son of God. How dare I take it away from you?"

Zhang Ruoji refused without any hesitation, and his words were sincere without any falsehood.

"This guy only thinks about good things, and leaves me with all the bad stuff. Seriously, he doesn't have any brotherhood at all."

Zhao Shuang heard Zhang Ruoji's refusal without hesitation and scolded him angrily. In response to Zhao Shuang's scolding, Zhang Ruoji just smiled and said nothing.

It was considered as tacit agreement. Of course, it could also be that the brotherhood between the two of them was not strong enough.

However, the brotherhood between the two of them was not strong enough to begin with, so it didn't matter what they said.

"You two brothers have been talking for so long, you must be tired. Come on, I'll take you to eat something delicious."

Chu Siyuan, the Saint of Painting, had no interest in the brothers' conversation and did not eavesdrop. Seeing that they had been talking for so long, he showed off his seniority and prepared to take them out for a big meal.

"Senior, where are you planning to take us to eat delicious food?"
Hearing that there was something delicious, Zhao Shuang naturally didn't hesitate to ask the painting saint Chu Siyuan directly.

"Have you ever heard of the Cai family?"

The painting saint Chu Siyuan said with some pride.

"The Cai family, one of the four medieval families in Shengming City"?
Zhao Shuang didn't need to answer, Zhang Ruoji answered for him.

"Yes, I am an old friend of the Cai family. The eldest son of the Cai family is my second disciple, and the eldest grandson of the Cai family is this year's runner-up. What do you think?"

The painting saint Chu Siyuan said this quite proudly.

"Then let's hurry over there. If we're late, there won't be any delicious food."

Zhao Shuang had no interest in the arrogance of the painting saint Chu Siyuan. His interest was in delicious food.

The others have no interest at all.

"Okay, it just so happens that the Cai family is holding a banquet tonight and inviting all the proud talents of Shengming City to celebrate my grand-disciple becoming the new runner-up."

The painting master Chu Siyuan didn't bother to care about Zhao Shuang's attitude. He just wanted to take them to see and experience the true pride of heaven and the young talent.

"Thank you very much, senior."

Zhang Ruoji was polite to the rude Zhao Shuang, which pleased the painting master Chu Siyuan.

"Okay, just follow me."

……

This Mingdi City is not much inferior to the Holy City of the Eastern Region.

As the seat of the Cai family, a medieval aristocratic family in the Kunlun Realm, it is naturally an area with extremely rich spiritual energy from heaven and earth.

There are dozens of huge spiritual mountain mansions within the city, and there are even more palaces in groups, surrounded by ethereal spiritual mist.

There are also many saintly families located nearby.

After all, being able to be neighbors with this medieval family is definitely a very honorable thing.

The Cai family's mansion is even more magnificent than the imperial palace in the secular world, occupying almost half of the urban area.

The Cai family was especially bustling tonight. Vehicles were constantly arriving in front of the mansion, and the discomfort of pulling a cart was comparable to that of a fifth-order Savage Beast, or a Fish-Dragon Realm beast.

Of course, there are also level six beasts, but if a level six beast can pull a cart, its identity is naturally not simple.

But when Zhao Shuang and Zhang Ruoji followed Chu Siyuan into the gate of the Cai family's mansion, they found that there was no one to welcome them.

"Senior Painting Saint, what's going on with you? How come there's not even a single person to welcome the three of us? Are you truly a distinguished guest of the Cai family?"

Zhao Shuang asked knowingly.

"Nonsense, of course I am. It's just that when I came here, they had no idea you were waiting for me. I will send a message to my disciple and have him come out to greet you. Remember to be mentally prepared and don't be scared by the scene."

The painting saint Chu Siyuan said proudly as always.

"Senior, please wait a moment."

At this time, Zhang Ruoji immediately stopped the painting saint Chu Siyuan.

"Why? Do you have anything to say?"

The painting saint Chu Siyuan was quite satisfied with Zhang Ruoji. At least he was much better than his brother Zhao Shuang.

"Senior, why don't we keep a low profile today? You know, the battle between you and my brother against the Undead Vampire Clan has spread throughout the Kunlun Realm. It would be bad if it caused too much trouble."

In fact, Zhang Ruoji was worried that the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron would be exposed. After all, the Kaiyuan Deer Cauldron was the ancestral artifact of their Zhang family, and naturally they didn't want it to be exposed to too many people.

"Yes, yes, what you said really makes sense."

Zhang Ruoji's suggestion made Chu Siyuan nod and agree.

They continued to move forward, and then the three of them waited in a long line before arriving at the gate.

But he was stopped by the guard before he could go in.

"You must have an invitation to attend tonight's party."

The person who said this was a half-saint from the Cai family. It was really surprising that he didn’t know Chu Siyuan!

"Do you know who we are? How dare you ask us for an invitation?"

Zhao Shuang said this with great pride, completely imitating the tone and expression he had before releasing the resources.

"Alright, stop thinking about getting free food and drinks, and leave now. Today is our Cai family's banquet, and we don't want to get involved in bloodshed."

Tsai Mingliang, the half-saint of the Tsai family, was impatient. He told the three of them to get out of here!
In the past, many cultivators came to the Cai family to eat and drink for free. Every time they succeeded, it was enough to save them more than ten years of hard training. After all, the things on the Cai family's banquets were treasures that even semi-saints in the outside world would covet.

So after this kind of thing spread, more and more monks came to the Cai family to eat and drink for free. After all, every time they came, they could save so many years of hard training and even get a glimpse of the opportunity to advance to the half-victory level.

How could they let it go?
Besides, in the case of a grand banquet like the Cai family, they would not easily choose to kill people. At most, they would just drive them out. Anyway, there would be no loss, so why not?

For a moment, the three of them became a laughing stock in the eyes of others.

"I never thought someone would come to the Medieval Aristocratic Family to eat and drink for free. I never believed such a thing would happen before."

"Even if it's the leftovers from a medieval family, if you throw them to these beggars, they will scramble to grab them."

Just when Chu Siyuan was so angry that white smoke was coming out of his head and he was about to say his name, he was stopped by Zhang Ruoji.

"Senior, calm down. You have to endure it now. Otherwise, once you are exposed, you will become a complete joke in the Kunlun world."

As expected, as soon as these words came out, Chu Siyuan immediately shut up, because he knew that if it was really exposed, the other guys would definitely laugh at him for a hundred years.

At this moment, a carriage with a jeweled frame came from behind, pulled by two golden-winged eagle kings, showing that the person coming was of extraordinary status.

I remembered an unhappy voice.

"They are just two petty thieves. Just drive them away. If it is inconvenient, I can do it for you."

After he said this, a handsome man in his twenties walked out of the car. This man was wearing a golden python robe and a golden cloak, and he exuded a noble yet cold murderous aura.

Obviously, this is a person with an extraordinary background and who has experienced real fighting on the battlefield.

He is not comparable to those ordinary young masters from wealthy families who live in luxury.

(End of this chapter)