Once I enter the pass, great Confucian scholars will surely debate the classics for me.

North of Sword Tower City, near the City Lord's Mansion, lies the main hall of the Plum Blossom Division of the Fifth Bureau of the Censorate.

Inside the tea room, Zhou Qingfeng had changed out of his purple official robes, which symbolized his rank, and into a light black and gold nightgown. His long, glossy black hair was tied up with a simple black ribbon, with a few strands falling loosely over his shoulders.

He lazily placed one foot on the chair, leaning back in the carved sandalwood chair, his clothes slightly open, revealing his beautifully shaped collarbone and a patch of snow-white skin. In his hand, he held a delicate little bowl filled with smooth, jade-like ice cream, occasionally bringing it to his lips for a small sip. The sacrificial tome on his lap was casually spread out, and he read it word by word, carefully savoring its profound meaning, patiently and quietly.

Jin Wei, holding the Sword of Truth, waited quietly by his side, not uttering a word to disturb the young master's enjoyment.

However, while waiting, it's easy to let your thoughts wander and wander into random ideas.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at him sideways: "Jin Wei, what are you thinking?"

Jin Wei suddenly came to his senses and quickly bowed his head to reply, "Young Master, I was thinking how fast time flies. Before I knew it, you were about to get married and have children, to continue the Zhou family line. This is truly something to celebrate. We should offer sacrifices to our ancestors and hold a grand ceremony."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng folded a corner of the sacrificial manual, casually tossed it onto the tea table beside him, took a bite of his ice cream, and looked at Jin Wei with a smile, slowly saying, "Jin Wei, you seem happier than I am about to get married and have children."

Jin Wei scratched his head and said with a smile, "Young Master has no son, and the Zhou family is in turmoil, all worried about the future of the Zhou family. But now that Young Master is about to marry and have children, after a thousand years, there will be a successor. The hearts of the people inside and outside the family will be at ease. Jin Wei is naturally overjoyed."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled faintly: "How's the task I assigned you going?"

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei's palm flashed with a green light, and he took out five special containers from his storage ring. He then placed the special containers one by one on the tea table for the young master to examine: "The five great poison hearts have been prepared. The young master can prepare to perform the sacrificial ceremony and ascend the steps at any time."

Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile, "So fast."

Jin Wei bowed his head and replied, "To be honest, young master, when you reached the Devouring Fiend Realm, I was already preparing to collect the Five Great Poison Hearts. I had prepared them many years ago, and over the years I have prepared four or five sets so that you can use them whenever you need them."

Zhou Qingfeng said with a smile, "Well done, you were prepared. Jin Wei, you're getting better and better."

Jin Wei clasped his hands and said, "Young Master, you flatter me. I have learned a lot from following you. Besides, you are very busy with important matters and have the world on your mind. Your time is extremely precious. How could I let you trouble yourself with such trivial matters? In short, I should think of what you think of in advance, and I should think of what you don't think of. Otherwise, how can I live up to your kindness in cultivating and promoting me?"

"You've done a good job of flattering me, you've improved." Zhou Qingfeng chuckled and shook his head, then reached for the container to examine it.

These containers are not ordinary objects, but rather special ritual implements.

Because the five poisonous hearts need to be harvested from specific living people, and the vitality of the heart must be maintained, the energy of a poisonous heart cannot be dissipated in the slightest. It is necessary to ensure that it is perfect and fresh as much as possible. Ordinary objects cannot achieve this, and only containers specially crafted by weapon refiners can do so.

A heart filled with great greed, great anger, great ignorance, great doubt, and great arrogance.

These five poisonous hearts are all worth tens of millions of Buddhist coins on the market, and they are available but not for sale. They need to be pre-ordered and a deposit needs to be paid.

Then people go to the site to harvest and kill the animals, and the delivery time is completely unpredictable, ranging from six months to one or two years.

This thing is both expensive and rare, making it a core material for advancement.

For a lone cultivator in the Devouring Fiend Realm to collect all five Poison Hearts is truly hopeless in this lifetime. Even if they slowly simmer for hundreds or thousands of years, they might not be able to produce a set of materials for advancement. Master Chen is such a powerful multi-talented individual, who understands formations, medicine, and ancient secret texts.

If we're talking about geniuses, Master Chen was a genius in his youth, a genius among rogue cultivators.

So what? When I was young, I was arrogant and proud, always fighting alone. I would rather die than be a dog for the powerful and wealthy. I would curse and say, "To hell with the powerful and wealthy, I'll take them all down sooner or later. If they want me to be their dog, I'd rather die like a human than be a dog."

Then, relying on his own abilities and talent, he fought his way to the Devouring Fiend Realm.

Then they encountered a real class barrier; good things simply didn't end up in the hands of independent cultivators.

Even rogue cultivators can't get leftovers, because leftovers are for dogs.

To put it bluntly, rogue cultivators are worse than dogs; it's heartbreaking.

Master Chen realized he had gone astray, but it was too late. He could only waste his time and remain stagnant.

If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't taken him under his wing, Master Chen would have had virtually no hope of advancing further in his cultivation.

If you ask Master Chen now whether being a dog is good or not, he will definitely say that being a dog is good, being a dog is really great.

"How is the investigation progressing regarding the Dragon Bone Scripture?" Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, storing the five poisonous hearts into his holy ring for use in the Dao Ceremony and ascension ceremony. Now that he had the five poisonous hearts and the Dao Ceremony in hand, the entire process was effortless, as smooth as drinking water, without any resistance.

If others saw this, they would probably be so envious their eyes would bleed.

Jin Wei clasped his hands in response: "Jin Wei has indeed gained something. Please allow me to explain it to you, young master."

Zhou Qingfeng got up, stretched, and stepped barefoot on the ground. He casually stuffed the half-eaten bowl of shaved ice into Jin Wei's hand: "Here you go."

"Thank you for the ice cream, young master." Jin Wei quickly accepted it, fastened the sword to his belt, and started eating the ice cream with a spoon. As he ate, he said, "Young master, the Dragon Bone Scripture is nothing special. To put it bluntly, it's just a ticket. Even if you embark on the Ancient Path of Conferred Gods, not everyone can become a top expert. These people are fighting to the death for a ticket. They're really out of their minds."

Zhou Qingfeng walked to the window, casually sat down, and flicked his toes against the peach tree outside the window. He said nonchalantly, "Actually, I also want to go and see the Ancient Path of Gods. After all, there are the inheritances of ancient powerhouses, lost treasures, divine medicines, and secret techniques there."

Upon hearing this, Jin Wei changed the subject: "Of course, we can't say they're stupid. It's just that everyone has their own ambitions and a fearless heart of a strong person. The opportunity is right in front of them. If they don't take a chance, how can they be willing to give up? Moreover, Jin Wei believes that with the young master's talent, if he participates in this Dragon Ascension Competition, it would be an honor for these people to have the chance to fight against you!"

Zhou Qingfeng glanced sideways, then pointed at Jin Wei with a smile: "I love listening to you talk, keep going."