Who let him join the Sword Sect!

Chapter 248: Old Tang and the Northern Territory's Investment
What Sister Wang said has to start with the cultivation system of the four continents.

There are nine levels of spiritual practice from Qigong to Mahayana. Starting from the realm of refining emptiness, the focus of the cultivator shifts from the existence of the physical body itself to the construction of spiritual civilization.

Refining the spirit to return to emptiness, refining emptiness to merge with the Tao.

Once you enter the Refining Void Realm, there's no turning back. Regardless of whether you can reach the other side or not, you must persevere.

Below the Void Refinement Realm, most dangers come from outside, but after reaching the Void Refinement Realm, half of the dangers come from the cultivator himself.

According to statistics of bored people who fart without doing anything in the four continents.

The most common cause of death for the invincible cultivators in the Void Refining Realm is burning themselves to ashes.
These old predecessors are basically repairing
Sudden.

Alas, I have an idea.

Let me see if this method is the way to success, and let me give it a try.

Then try and die.

Things like the leader of Zhengyi Pavilion losing both legs, his mother-in-law dying, and her remaining soul reincarnated are all the result of extraordinary talent and thorough preparation.

Most of the people, like Lao Tang’s uncle, Taiyin Daoren, left only a fragment of the manuscript in the world, and their bodies were nowhere to be found.

The reason why there are six sects is because they crossed the hurdle of the Void Refinement Realm and were then stopped by the Mahayana Realm.

The six sects actually welcome the emergence of a seventh sect to help the human race find a direct path to Mahayana.

Unfortunately, however, the seventh path has not yet appeared in Dongqi, even for the Dongqi royal family, who are following the Tianzong path.

The group of cubs from the Hundred Demons Sect are considered half-brothers. They have passed the Refining Void stage and are stuck at the Tribulation stage.

Although they boasted that their leader was beyond the Mahayana and above the Heavenly Dao, it was nothing more than bullshit.

If he was really that awesome, he wouldn't have to be beaten like a cockroach and run around everywhere.

As for the demons and barbarians, it's the same. They even have fewer paths than the humans.

The demon race has three paths: the nine desires, the earth and the sea, and the non-existence of all things.

The barbarians have two paths, Wentian and Shura.

"This is how it is, do you understand?" Sister Wang asked.

After Sister Wang’s small class on urns came to an end, Zhang Ze nodded.

"I don't understand," he said.

"Stupid!" The urn floated up.

"The problem lies in the paths of our two families." Sister Wang fell back onto the table. "The three paths of the demon race and the six paths of the human race are mutually exclusive!"

"Once we get close, above the Refining Void Realm, your human race will experience fluctuations in their Dao hearts, while we will tend to revert to our ancestral state."

What Sister Wang meant by atavism was not crawling on all fours, but rather the desire to devour the world like a demon.

Only the demons are supreme, all other creatures are ants.

The situation in Hexiang is similar, but the root causes are different.

"What does it mean when the human cultivator's heart is fluctuating?" Zhang Ze asked.

"When you get close, you humans will become the kings of ideas, and you will come up with a lot of weird ideas. And then, at the right time, there is a high possibility that you will do something that will kill yourselves," said Sister Wang.

"To prevent any accidents, I can only spare a little of my consciousness, put myself in a small box and come here to see you."

"So you understand, kid! We, the demon race, have sacrificed too much for the peace of the four continents."

After Sister Wang finished speaking, she saw that Zhang Ze didn't respond, so she continued, "Keep asking?"

Zhang Ze, who was thinking about his life, didn't quite understand the extra information and asked, "What are you asking?"

"Ask why!" Sister Wang was a little angry.

"Okay, why?" Zhang Ze could only surrender.

He discovered that Sister Wang might have been a crosstalk performer before, and she needed someone to take over when she spoke.

"Because we don't like the ancient times, nor do we like the chaotic times of the Ten Kingdoms. Too much killing is a very boring thing." Sister Wang's voice became low.

In order to keep the conversation going, Zhang Ze mentioned something he had just remembered.

"You said that the cultivators of the two tribes should avoid any accidents and try to cross the border as much as possible. But what about Xizhou? Can't we go there either?"

"You go in the first half of the year, and we'll go in the second half." Sister Wang explained seriously.

"The barbarian tribe's path has no impact on our two families?" Zhang Ze asked again.

"No, the barbarians are very tough."

"Oh, there's one more thing." Zhang Ze thought of another highlight.

That's Old Tang.

He remembered that Old Tang said he had been to the North, and that he had been there before his account was flushed.

When Zhang Ze asked this question, Sister Wang, who was also a Mahayana practitioner, made a gritting sound in the small box.

"Tang Ji, right? That old bastard is not afraid of death. He came to our place twice. The first time was okay, we found him early and sent someone to take him back."

Just like the demon leader could sense Old Tang's approach, the human race could actually also sense the arrival of these demon masters. Although Sister Wang had entered the box and taken several precautions, she still greeted several families before coming.

"What about the second time?" Zhang Ze asked.

"I ran into him the second time, but luckily we were far away and no fight broke out. I demolished two mountains afterwards. As for what happened to that old bastard, I don't know. But I heard he's still alive and well, so you better be careful."

Zhang Ze nodded, but
Didn’t the Taoist priest say that he only went there once?

"When was the second time that Taoist Master sneaked into the northern border?" Zhang Ze asked.

After Sister Wang told him a time, Zhang Ze counted on his fingers and could only say that he had really been to the gates of hell.

It turned out that the root of his death was during his second trip to the North.

The second time he went to the North was just before his last disappearance.

He first went to the northern border, and then after returning home for a few days, he went to argue with the leader of Zhengyi Pavilion. Because he was in the state of being an idea king, he came up with some big ideas.

Then he ran to southern Xinjiang and lived in a tomb, trying to live a lifetime, but he almost killed himself.

Although he survived in the end, he died. "Senior, what is your path?" Zhang Ze continued to make small talk.

"Earth Sea, most of us demons are Earth Sea and Unborn All Things. Nine Desires is a path exclusive to fox demons, I can't cultivate it."

Zhang Ze glanced at Bai Tao and her eldest niece after hearing this, "Nine Desires? Will you have nine tails at the end of your cultivation?"

"Having the Nine-Tailed Fox is a prerequisite, but having the Nine-Tailed Fox doesn't mean you can make it to the end."

Zhang Ze stared at Bai Tao, his thoughts starting to slip again.

What would it look like if the short tail of Bai Tao became nine?
A bunch of Wangzai buns behind your butt?

Seeing Zhang Ze looking at her rudely, Bai Tao glared back.

An expression that said, "Although I can't beat you, if you think of anything rude again, I will die in front of you."

"Oh, so." Zhang Ze held back his laughter, stopped looking at Bai Tao, and continued to pass on the conversation.

In fact, he didn't know why. He said that just to give Sister Wang an opportunity to continue.

This is the duty of the supporting actor standing inside the table.

"So, that's why I plan to invest in you." The urn made a transition that had nothing to do with the above.

If this was really a crosstalk, then it would be Zhang Ze's turn to tell the joke about the rich woman below, but unfortunately this was not the case, so Zhang Ze sat up straight and said, "Senior, please tell me."

Even compared with the Sword Sect, the Zhendong Trading Company, which has the support of the entire demon clan, can be called a behemoth.

Their investment is not just talk, especially since it comes from Ms. Wang, one of the three decision-makers of Zhendong Trading Company.

"Mafuyu Trading Company has existed longer than you think. We have witnessed the rise and fall of too many geniuses, so don't have any doubts or burdens. This is just an investment.

"From the very beginning of our investment, we expected to lose everything because we had been disappointed so many times. It sounds harsh, but it's the truth.

"Qianji Pavilion came into our sight last year, and the speed of your rise, even with the support of Jianzong and Longhushan, can be considered as rapid.

“Thousand Machine Techniques, Thousand Machine Heart Methods, and Earth Vein Teleportation, I really like them.

“Therefore, I will make an additional investment. This investment has nothing to do with Zhendong Trading Company and is my personal wish.

"It's not because of Qianji Pavilion, but because of you."

Listening to this typical rich woman's speech, Zhang Ze stood up and bowed, saying, "This is definitely the most worthwhile investment for you."

"hope so."

After saying that, the color of the urn gradually became dim, just like Sister Wang was gone.

Bai Wanjun, who had been sitting upright as a recorder without saying a word, collapsed first.

In fact, she didn't care much about her boss's huge investment. After all, she was a person of bad faith in the business, and she would not be allowed to touch a penny of the money. She was more concerned about the business of her own sex chain store.

This is her own investment, a new source of income this year. Whether she can spend money freely next year depends on it.

Bai Wanjun sat on the urn with a smile, rubbing her hands and planning to discuss the chain store matters with Zhang Ze.

But before he could open his mouth, he was so scared that he sat down on the ground.

"Go down!"

Sister Wang didn't leave. She just went offline temporarily because of something.

"I still need to discuss the details of the investment and cooperation with others. I will stay here during this period. You can talk to Bai Tao if you have anything."

This time, it really went offline.

Northern border, Baidi City.

At the highest point of the imperial palace in Baidi City, in a room decorated like an ancient tomb chamber.

Ms. Wang opened the coffin and stood up. She sat in the coffin and rubbed her eyebrows. After she regained consciousness, she walked out of the coffin naked.

Putting on her clothes and holding her tail in her mouth, she stood in front of the window, staring at the deserted Baidi City in a daze.

"Wai? Woof woof, little woof? Are you there?"

A vulgar voice sounded in Wang Siwen's ears.

"My last name is Wang, not Wang, you old woman."

"But you're a dog. What's wrong with woofing? Just change your name to Wang Batian. Your current name is too gentle and doesn't suit your nature."

"You're always boring, it's always like this."

"What's wrong with you?" The mean old woman stopped teasing her friend because she noticed something was wrong with her friend.

"Nothing, I just thought I'd forget it." Wang Siwen didn't finish her words.

"I advise you not to get your hopes up too much. We've been disappointed too many times, so be a real dog and be happy!"

"If you keep talking, I'll bite you! And pull your tail all the way off."

"Yes, that's it, this is Wangwang. By the way, how are my two tribesmen?" asked the old woman.

"Yes, they are all very talented. So good that in a few hundred years, they will probably be able to accompany us to jail here."

After Wang Siwen finished speaking, she heard a burst of fox curses.

"Stop cursing, stop cursing, and get down to business."

Ms. Wang cut off the communication with the old woman and raised her right hand slightly.

The entire Baidi City rose from the ground, and under her control, it slowly rotated with the abyss in the center of the northern border as its center.

After leaving Baidi City, a huge deep pit appeared at its original location. The hot air in the pit melted the flying snow in the north, waiting for the arrival of the next city.

This move of relocating the entire city would not cause any trouble, because there was no one else in Baidi City except Wang Siwen and that group of "old guys".

Qianji Pavilion.

Before dawn, Zhang Ze pushed open the door of his junior sister's boudoir and was stunned for a moment.

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

(End of this chapter)