CHAPTER 327: CHAPTER 216: REFINING WEN ZHIXING INTO THE GENIUS SPIRIT SEED_2

It was the same for him.

Even though An Ran had left the Purple Cloud Divine Sect and arrived at the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land, Wen Zhixing temporarily couldn’t bring them in. Furthermore, these women were all of peerless beauty... Before they possessed sufficient strength, these qualities could become burdens instead.

In the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, they might have been somewhat better off, as Xiang Yanwen would at least offer them some protection. Coming to him would obviously be more dangerous.

"Sir, the Purple Cloud Divine Sect possesses various secret skills... they can even remove some unresolvable imprints," Feng Ruoli subtly hinted.

Deep down, she naturally longed for freedom. But the existence of the slave imprint made her unable to resist the desire to stay by Wen Zhixing’s side.

"It’s alright. You can rest assured and join the Purple Cloud Divine Sect."

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing showed no significant reaction; instead, he seemed quite composed.

He had confidence in his own secret arts. And if the other party truly possessed such great capabilities, whether he agreed or not, they would undoubtedly forcibly remove those slave imprints.

"Sir, aren’t you afraid that we will run away?"

When Yun Xinyue heard this, she immediately stepped forward on her slender, fair legs, laughing as she spoke.

"No need to worry. If you have the ability to escape, then it’s my incompetence."

Wen Zhixing shook his head slightly.

He actually didn’t care much about Si Nanyan and the others. If they were gone, so be it. After arriving in Zhongzhou, he was essentially starting over. He didn’t want to concern himself with past grudges anymore. Those who needed to be killed had been killed, and the vengeances that needed to be exacted had been exacted; he had no intention of troubling himself with these few people any longer.

"Hmph, if you betray us and escape, don’t blame me for being heartless," Si Nanyan spoke up with a cold snort.

The words of Feng Ruoli and Yun Xinyue had made her quite unhappy.

"Junior Sister, that’s not what we meant..." Feng Ruoli was about to explain when she heard other voices calling out from nearby.

Up ahead, they had already reached their destination.

BUZZ!

Just then, a Message Jade Talisman inside Wen Zhixing’s Storage Ring began to vibrate.

"Alright, just adapt to the situation for now. I will contact you when the time comes."

Seeing this, Wen Zhixing wasted no more words. Then, he waved his hand, and the Nine Heavens Thunder Leaf began to dissipate, turning into specks of thunder light.

Since Si Nanyan and Bai Luqiu’s group weren’t in any trouble for the moment, he felt reassured.

Wen Zhixing’s heart stirred. Is it Li Juncheng? He immediately took out the Message Jade Talisman.

There was only one such jade talisman in the Storage Ring, and only one person could make contact through it.

[Wen, how have you been recently? Is there anything wrong with your health?] Li Juncheng made a courteous inquiry.

He was actually somewhat frustrated. He had thought that with his reputation, background, and offering so many treasures, Wen Zhixing should have contacted him quickly. Others would have been eager to connect with him. But when several days passed without a response, he had to take the initiative. Moreover, with Wen Zhixing’s extraordinary talent, it was not advisable to wait any longer. If others caught on, it would be too late.

[Many thanks for Li’s concern. I’m doing well,] Wen Zhixing began to reply.

[That’s good, that’s good. As long as Wen is alright, I can rest easy.]

[It wasn’t your fault, Li; it was all an accident...]

[Wen, if you need anything else, just let me know and I’ll send someone with it.]

[There’s no need, no need. The things Li gave me are already enough.]

This polite exchange brought them closer.

A moment later, Li Juncheng asked directly: [By the way, have you joined a sect yet, Wen?]

[A sect... not at the moment.] Wen Zhixing had already understood Li Juncheng’s intention and responded accordingly.

[Then I’ll be straightforward, Wen. Why not join my Purple Cloud Divine Sect? What do you think?] Li Juncheng’s voice was full of earnestness.

[This... many thanks for the high regard, Li, but I have no intention of joining any other sect. I hope you understand.]

However, upon hearing this, Wen Zhixing did not agree. He had anticipated this; with his talent, attempts at recruitment were inevitable. Yet, he had no wish to join any other sect.

Wherever there are people, there will be strife.

Wen Zhixing was not like the others; he did not need various opportunities or cultivation resources. He only needed to cultivate in silence and collect Fortune Fragments every day—that was all. For now, having a place to stay was already good enough. Why should he go looking for trouble?

Although this will offend Li Juncheng, it’s better than future troubles. A sharp glint flashed in Wen Zhixing’s eyes.

He had made up his mind to settle down here and focus on his cultivation. He had no intention of meddling in other matters.

[Then... that’s truly a pity.]

Li Juncheng seemed genuinely surprised by Wen Zhixing’s refusal. After a brief silence, he sent this message.

He actually refused me.

On the other side, Li Juncheng maintained a facade of harmony and then paid no further attention to Wen Zhixing’s subsequent pleasantries.

At the moment, he was in a room.

Inside the room, besides him, stood another handsome male cultivator adorned in fine clothes.

"Li, this Wen Zhixing actually refused you. He really doesn’t know what’s good for him," said the man with narrow phoenix eyes disdainfully, a cold smile on his face. His fiery red hair was especially conspicuous.

This person was named Qin Yang, and he was also one of the Godsons of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect.

In his arms, he held a small exotic beast that resembled a white cat. The beast’s fur was snow-white and as smooth as pure satin. Laziness flickered in its eyes as it continuously licked its paws with its tongue.

"It’s a pity. Wen Zhixing’s constitution is special. That terrifying Yang Qi isn’t just that of a Pure Yang Body; even I haven’t figured out his exact constitution," Li Juncheng said, standing up slowly, a contemplative look on his face.

"What, does Li still intend to try and win him over?" Qin Yang’s eyes flashed with surprise.

"No, let it be if he refused," Li Juncheng shook his head.

Qin Yang stood up with a light laugh, gently stroking the exotic beast in his arms. "In that case, how about I take care of this Wen Zhixing?"

"Oh, how do you intend to proceed, Qin?" Li Juncheng asked indifferently.

"What else? Since you invited me here, Li, isn’t it because you wanted me to make a move?" Qin Yang’s lips curled into a chilling smile. "My nephew’s constitution is average. It would be quite good to refine this Wen Zhixing into a Genius Spirit Seed to strengthen his foundation."

"Qin, if you speak of such things outside, remember to be cautious," Li Juncheng glanced at him sideways, his words not showing much concern.

For a cultivation genius with no backing and low strength, becoming a Genius Spirit Seed was practically a predetermined fate.

In Youzhou, due to its remoteness, there were hardly any strong cultivators. Methods like refining people into Genius Spirit Seeds were virtually non-existent. But once in Zhongzhou, even if such secret skills were officially prohibited, there was no shortage of users among the major powers. It was just that they didn’t discuss it openly.

"By the way, Qin, Wen Zhixing was brought back by Murong Fenghua," Li Juncheng mentioned as an afterthought.

"Murong Fenghua?" Qin Yang’s eyes narrowed slightly, then he laughed. "So what? Does she think things are still the same? The Murong family is barely holding on, relying on Murong Huan."

"As long as Qin understands the situation, all is well," Li Juncheng replied, his expression still calm.

"Thanks to Li for giving me this Genius Spirit Seed. Consider it a favor I owe you," Qin Yang said with another laugh.

"I won’t see you out." Li Juncheng picked up the white jade teacup from the table in front of him and took a sip.

"By the way, Li, if you need any help with the matter of Qinglian Fairy, just ask me," Qin Yang said on his way out.

"I have my own plans for that," Li Juncheng replied, a subtle change in his eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Yang said no more and departed with a smile.

I gave you a chance. Li Juncheng closed his eyes, the white jade teacup in his hand silently turned to dust, slipping from his grasp.

PS:

This Chapter counts for last night.

I planned to update earlier.

But my wife said she booked an appointment for the kids to check their bone age.

So I went with her.

The results weren’t great; both kids are on the shorter side and need intervention.

If that doesn’t work, they might need growth hormone injections later, which is quite a headache.