Chapter 350: Chapter 247: Tang Courting Death and Investment in the Northern Territory
What Sister Wang was talking about must start from the cultivation system in the Four Continents.
Cultivation from Qi Cultivation to Mahayana encompasses nine realms. From the Void Refinement Realm onwards, a cultivator’s focus shifts from the mere existence of the body to the construction of spiritual civilization.
Refining the Spirit and Returning to Void, Refining Void and Integration.
After entering the Void Refinement Realm, there is no turning back on the path that cultivators walk. Whether or not you can reach the other shore, you must grit your teeth and move forward.
Below the Void Refinement Realm, most dangers come from external sources. But after reaching the Void Refinement Realm, half of the dangers come from within the cultivator.
According to the statistics of bored individuals in the Four Continents.
The most common cause of death for the invincible cultivators in the Void Refinement Realm is self-immolation...
These seniors are basically cultivating...
Suddenly.
Sigh, I have an idea.
Let me see if this method is the Great Dao, and let me give it a try, however small.
And then they try and pass away.
Cases like Pavilion Master Zhengyi breaking both legs, and the mother-in-law’s death and disappearance, with only a remnant soul reincarnating, are results of unique talents with ample preparation.
Most others, like Taoist Taiyin, the martial uncle of Old Tang, leave behind only a remnant scroll, with no remains.
The reason the Six Sects are the Six Sects is that they have crossed the hurdle of the Void Refinement Realm and have been halted by Mahayana.
The Six Sects actually welcome the emergence of a Seventh Sect to help the Human Race find a direct path to Mahayana.
However, it’s unfortunate that until now, in Dongqi, the seventh path has not appeared, even for the Eastern Qi Royal Family, who follow the Celestial Sect’s path.
The Hundred Demons Sect can be considered half, they have crossed the Void Refinement but are stuck at Tribulation Crossing.
Although they boast that their Sect Leader is beyond Mahayana and above the Heavenly Dao, it’s just hot air.
If they were truly so formidable, they wouldn’t be scurrying around like cockroaches.
As for the Demon Race and the Barbarian Race, it’s the same. In fact, their paths are even fewer than those of the Human Race.
The Demon Race has three paths: Nine Desires, Earth Sea, Lifeless Myriad Phenomena.
The Barbarian Race has two paths: Questioning Heaven and Asura.
"That’s how it is, do you understand?" Sister Wang asked.
After the small lesson in the urn, Zhang Ze nodded.
"I don’t understand," he said.
"Idiot!" The urn floated up.
"The issue lies between the paths of our two races." Sister Wang settled back onto the table, "The three paths of the Demon Race conflict with the paths of the Six Sects of the Human Race!"
"When we get close, above the Void Refinement Realm, you humans will experience fluctuations in your Tao Heart, while we will tend towards Ancestral Reversion."
What Sister Wang meant by Ancestral Reversion wasn’t going on all fours, but rather developing a desire for the demon to consume heaven and earth.
The Demon alone reigning supreme, all things are ants.
Similar to the situation in the village, but the root cause is different.
"What do you mean by humans’ Tao Heart fluctuating?" Zhang Ze asked.
"It means when we get close, you humans become the idea kings, coming up with all sorts of weird ideas, and then very likely, at the right time, doing something that causes your own demise." Sister Wang said.
"To prevent accidents, I can only separate part of my Divine Sense, encase myself in a small box, and come over to meet you."
"So do you understand, kid! Our Demon Race has done so much for peace in the Four Continents."
After Sister Wang finished, she saw Zhang Ze unresponsive and continued, "Why don’t you keep asking?"
Obtaining additional information, Zhang Ze, who was contemplating life, was a bit confused, "Ask what?"
"Ask why!" Sister Wang was a bit angry.
"Alright then, why?" Zhang Ze could only surrender.
He discovered Sister Wang might have been a comedic performer before, needing someone to interact with her dialogue.
"Because we don’t like the Primordial and we don’t like the Ten Kingdoms Chaos; too much killing is really not interesting." Sister Wang’s voice turned low.
To keep the conversation going, Zhang Ze brought up something he had just remembered.
"You said to prevent accidents, both sides’ cultivators should not cross the line. So what happens to West Continent? Is it off-limits too?"
"In the first half of the year, you go, and in the second half, we go." Sister Wang explained earnestly.
"And the Barbarian Race’s path has no impact between our two races?" Zhang Ze asked again.
"No, the barbarians are quite resilient."
"Oh, there’s one more thing." Zhang Ze remembered another highlight.
That was Old Tang.
He remembered Old Tang saying he had been to the Northern Territory, and it was before he got ’wiped’.
Upon hearing Zhang Ze asking about this, Wang, who was also in Mahayana, uttered a grating sound in the small box.
"It’s Tang Ji, right! That old bastard isn’t afraid of dying, he came to our side twice. The first time was fine, we noticed early and sent people to invite him back."
Just as the Demon Race moguls could sense Old Tang approaching, the Human Race could also perceive the presence of these Demon Race experts. Even though Sister Wang entered the box and put several layers of safeguards, she still informed several families beforehand.
"And what about the second time?" Zhang Ze asked.
"I ran into him the second time, thankfully we were far apart, preventing any fight. Afterwards, I dismantled two mountains. As for what happened to that old bastard, I don’t know. But I’ve heard he’s still alive and well; you guys better keep an eye out."
Zhang Ze nodded, but...
The Taoist didn’t say he only went once?
"When did the Taoist sneak to the Northern Territory for the second time?" Zhang Ze asked.
After Sister Wang mentioned a time, Zhang Ze calculated it and could only say the Taoist truly took a stroll at Ghost Gate.
Turns out the root cause of his reckless behavior was during this second trip to the Northern Territory.
His second trip to the Northern Territory was just before his last disappearance.
He went to the Northern Territory first, then after returning home for a few days, went to spar with Pavilion Master Zhengyi, due to being in the ’idea king’ state, which gave him the idea of doing something big.
Then he went to the Southern Border, buried himself in a grave, wanting to live a life backward, nearly killing himself.
Although in the end the hard life didn’t die, it just died.
"Senior, what path are you on?" Zhang Ze continued to make small talk.
"Earth Sea, most of our Demon Race are Earth Sea and Lifeless Myriad Phenomena. Nine Desires is a path exclusive to Fox Demons, I can’t cultivate it."
Hearing this, Zhang Ze glanced at Bai Tao and her eldest niece, "Nine Desires? Will you have nine tails at the end?"
"Having nine tails is a prerequisite, but having nine tails doesn’t guarantee you can get to the end."
Zhang Ze stared at Bai Tao, and his thoughts began to drift.
Bai Tao’s little stump of a tail, if it turned into nine, what would it look like...
A handful of little bread buns behind the butt?
Bai Tao noticed Zhang Ze looking at her rudely and glared back directly.
With a face that said, although I can’t beat you, if you think about anything disrespectful again, I’ll die right in front of you.
"Alas, so what." Zhang Ze stifled a laugh, stopped looking at Bai Tao, and continued to pass the conversation along.
Actually, he didn’t really know so what; he said this just to give Sister Wang a lead to continue speaking.
This was the duty of a supportive speaker at the table.
"So, sister plans to invest in you." The conversation took an unexpected turn unrelated to the prior discussion.
If this were really a comedic dialogue, it would be Zhang Ze’s turn to tell a rich lady joke. Unfortunately, it wasn’t, so Zhang Ze sat up straight obediently, "Please speak, senior."
Even compared to the Sword Sect, the Zhendong Trading Company, backed by the entire Demon Race, could be considered a colossal entity.
Their investment was not just talk, especially since the word "investment" came from Ms. Wang, one of the three spokespeople of the Zhendong Trading Company.
"The Zhendong Trading Company has existed longer than you can imagine. We have witnessed too many rises and falls of geniuses, so do not have any doubts or burdens; this is just an investment.
"From the beginning of the investment, we have been prepared for no return because we have been disappointed too many times. Although it sounds harsh, it’s the truth.
"The Thousand Mechanism Pavilion caught our attention last year, and your rise, even with the support of the Sword Sect and Dragon Tiger Mountain, can be considered rapid.
"The Thousand Mechanism Technique, Thousand Mechanism Heart Method, Earth Vein Transmission, I like them a lot.
"Therefore, I will make an additional investment, unrelated to the Zhendong Trading Company; this is my personal wish.
"Not because of the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, but because of you."
Listening to this standard rich lady’s statement, Zhang Ze stood up and cupped his hands, "This will undoubtedly be your most worthwhile investment."
"I hope so."
Having said that, the color of the urn gradually dimmed, just like Sister Wang had walked away.
Bai Wanjun, who had been silently and solemnly sitting as the record keeper, finally collapsed.
She wasn’t very concerned about her boss’s large investment; after all, she was considered untrustworthy in the trading company, and she wouldn’t have any access to the money. She was more concerned about her own naughty chain store business.
It was her own investment, a new financial path opened this year, and whether she could freely lavish money next year depended on it.
Bai Wanjun giggled as she sat on the urn, rubbing her hands to discuss the chain store matter with Zhang Ze.
But before she could speak, she was scared and fell to the ground.
"Get down!"
Sister Wang hadn’t left; she had only temporarily logged out to handle something.
"I need to discuss the details of the investment and cooperation with others. I’ll be staying here during this time, so if you need anything, you can talk to Bai Tao."
This time, she really logged out.
...
Northern Territory, White Emperor City.
At the highest point of the Emperor’s Palace in White Emperor City, in a room decorated like an ancient tomb chamber.
Ms. Wang lifted the coffin lid, sat up in the Emperor’s Coffin, rubbed her temples, and after waking up a bit more, she walked out of the Emperor’s Coffin, naked as she was.
Putting on clothes and biting her own tail, she stood in front of the window, silently staring at the empty White Emperor City.
"Hello? Wang Wang, Little Wang? Are you there?"
A cheeky voice rang in Wang Siwen’s ear.
"My surname is Wang, not Wang, you little girl."
"But you’re a dog, so what’s the problem with Wang Wang? Just change your name to Wang Batian. Your current name is too gentle, it doesn’t match your nature."
"Aren’t you bored, it’s always like this."
"What’s wrong with you?" The cheeky ’little girl’ didn’t continue teasing her friend; she sensed something was off with her friend.
"Nothing, just felt... never mind." Wang Siwen didn’t finish her sentence.
"I advise you not to have too much hope, we have been disappointed too many times, so just be happy like a real dog!"
"If you keep talking I’ll bite you! I’ll pull all your tails off."
"Yes, that’s the Wang Wang. By the way, how are those two clansmen of mine?"
’Little girl’ asked.
"Not bad, they have great talent. In another few hundred years, they might be able to accompany us here in this prison."
As Wang Siwen finished speaking, a string of Fox Race expletives sounded in her ear.
"Stop cursing, stop cursing, let’s get down to business."
Ms. Wang then cut off the communication with the ’little girl,’ and then gently raised her right hand.
The entire White Emperor City rose from the ground, and under her control, it slowly rotated with the abyss at the center of the Northern Territory as its core.
After White Emperor City left, a huge pit appeared in its original location, the scorching breath in the pit melting the flying snow of the Northern Territory, waiting for the next city to arrive.
This urban migration wouldn’t cause any trouble because there was no one else in White Emperor City except Wang Siwen and those ’old guys.’
...
Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
Before dawn, Zhang Ze pushed open the door to his Junior Sister’s boudoir and paused for a moment.
"Lily, what are you doing here?"