Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 655 - 315: An Unexpected Person; Spoils of War

Chapter 655: Chapter 315: An Unexpected Person; Spoils of War

Ye Wentian’s brows furrowed even tighter.

The person’s cultivation and divine techniques were clearly not something an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator could compare to, and it seemed unnecessary for him to lie.

But how could a Nascent Soul cultivator’s lifespan allow him to survive for so long?

Still, Ye Wentian wisely did not inquire further.

"Thank you, Senior."

Ye Wentian cupped his hands toward the Nine Nether Elder.

Although he was confident that he was not comparable to ordinary early-stage Nascent Soul peak cultivators, this person was extremely mysterious, and his cultivation was quite extraordinary, so it was better to be cautious.

He then shifted his gaze from the Yin Spirit Corpse to look at Xu Ping.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist."

Ye Wentian smiled slightly, his tone revealing kindness.

"Senior Ye is too kind. I am just Yan Ruchen of the Golden Core stage; how can I be called Fellow Daoist with a senior?"

Though he didn’t understand why this outstanding disciple of the Jade Balance Sword Sect would specially greet him, Xu Ping still cupped his hands and humbly replied.

"Fellow Daoist Yan is too humble!"

Ye Wentian waved his sleeve across the void, and a wisp of sword qi silently dissipated.

He wore an elegant smile, but his eyes hid countless stars, unfathomable,

"Though Fellow Daoist’s cultivation is only Golden Core, his combat strength is hardly inferior to ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."

"More importantly, Fellow Daoist bears great fate, which makes his strength entirely comparable to ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators."

Upon hearing this, Xu Ping’s expression remained calm, his heart untouched.

He was used to Ye Wentian revealing his great fate in a matter-of-fact manner.

After all, the disciple before him from Jade Balance Sword Sect had already reached the peak of early-stage Nascent Soul, and his divine sense was likely stronger than Ban Jing’s.

Seeing through his fate with one glance was no difficult task.

Rather than disguise, it was better to face it calmly.

"Though I have some accomplishments, compared to Senior Ye, I am indeed far behind."

Xu Ping cupped his hands, respectful and humble, and then voiced his confusion, "May I ask if there is something Senior wants from me?"

"Good news!"

Ye Wentian smiled gently, his tone peaceful yet carrying an alluring power.

"The Heaven-Suppressing Sect is currently recruiting people with great fate worldwide. With Fellow Daoist’s talent, combat strength, and fate, he is sure to become a true disciple of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect."

His voice gradually rose, eyes flickering with an unusual light, "When the time comes, it’s not only the Nascent Soul Realm, but likely even a glimpse into the Divinity Transformation Realm can be possible."

"If Fellow Daoist can seize this opportunity, the future path will be smooth!"

Ye Wentian’s words were like hooks, every sentence full of temptation.

The Heaven-Suppressing Sect, as the Overlord-level power in Nanchuan, has Divinity Transformation real-persons guarding it, with unfathomable foundations, and countless treasured cultivation techniques, pills, and spiritual artifacts.

Joining its ranks is akin to reaching heaven in one step, gaining resources and opportunities beyond imagination.

Upon hearing this, Hongyi slightly furrowed his brow imperceptibly.

His eyes flickered, seemingly having thought of something.

Just as he was about to speak, preparing to remind Xu Ping in a subtle manner, Xu Ping’s voice had already sounded:

"Thank you Senior Ye for your kindness, though I have long admired the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, its name ringing in my ears."

"But I have already joined the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, naturally I cannot betray or leave them."

Xu Ping cupped his hands in thanks, his tone carrying a bit of apology yet resolute.

For ordinary cultivators, being favored by the Heaven-Suppressing Sect is an opportunity beyond measure, hardly one to refuse.

But for Xu Ping, it’s not the right choice.

The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons has sufficient resources now, and he only wishes to peacefully cultivate to the Nascent Soul.

Seeing Xu Ping’s straightforward refusal, Ye Wentian was slightly taken aback but didn’t insist.

Though his sect is close with the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, he is not part of it and has no obligation to recruit talent for them.

He only mentioned it as he saw Xu Ping’s extraordinary fate, without a deep intention.

"Then Ye shall say no more."

Ye Wentian smiled lightly, "Everyone, until we meet again!"

Ye Wentian cupped his hands, his sleeve fluttered, his figure gradually faded away like a sword light dissolving into the horizon.

At this moment, the battlefield returned to silence, leaving only Xu Ping, Hongyi, and the Yin Spirit Corpse possessed by the Nine Nether Elder.

A gentle breeze swept away the dust left by the battle.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, earlier..." Hongyi looked at Xu Ping, hesitant to speak.

Xu Ping smiled slightly: "Fellow Daoist Hong need not worry, I have my own discretion."

Hongyi nodded, saying no more.

Their gazes met, understanding without words.

Easily refusing recruitment from such a prominent sect as the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, this action surely had intricate considerations; Xu Ping’s resolute nature indeed made Hongyi look at him in a new light.

"Ban Jing’s Nascent Soul has been taken; next, we should divide the spoils of war."

Hongyi changed the topic, taking out Ban Jing’s spatial treasure, effortlessly breaking the restriction on it, his divine sense probing inside.

Moments later, he flipped his palm, and a jade box appeared in his hand.

The box, made of blue jade, was only the size of a palm, yet it emitted an ancient, heavy atmosphere, clearly containing something extraordinary.

"As promised, here is the Thunder Transformation Pearl."

Hongyi held the box with both hands, slowly handing it to Xu Ping.

As the box lid slightly opened, a bolt of lightning illuminated Xu Ping’s eyes.

It was a crystalline bead, its entire body faintly purple, with thunder constantly flashing inside, forming the most peculiar patterns.

’Finally, the Thunder Transformation Pearl is in my hands!’

Xu Ping took the jade box, feeling the faint power of thunder, his eyes shining with undisguised joy.