CHAPTER 343: CHAPTER 224: MUST WIN OVER THIS WEN ZHIXING_2

But the Fairy Eyes were quietly opening.

At such a time, no one else noticed the unusual change caused by the opening of the Fairy Eyes.

Wen Zhixing had his eyes tightly closed, but the Fairy Eyes still easily observed everyone present.

Some were envious, some jealous, and others astonished. There were also those who appeared indifferent, at least on the surface; what they were truly thinking remained unknown.

This Jiang Baiyu sure looks happy... As Wen Zhixing’s gaze swept across Jiang Baiyu’s face, his heart stirred slightly. Her purpose was clear: she wanted to get on good terms with him. Out of all these people, you have the keenest eye, Wen Zhixing thought.

He smiled faintly. He didn’t care whether Jiang Baiyu’s friendliness was motivated by self-interest. At the very least, she had been willing to lend a hand when he was in a desperate situation. That was enough for him.

It might be worth trying to get to know her better, Wen Zhixing considered. In his mind, he temporarily placed Jiang Baiyu in his mental ’Friend Group’.

The next moment, his expression turned grave again.

There were still people at the scene looking at him with greedy eyes. Among them, Qin Tian’s greed was the most blatant. The look in his eyes practically screamed that Wen Zhixing belonged to him.

As for Qin Yang, his intentions were less obvious, but his gaze also seemed to be carefully appraising an item.

On the other hand, Wen Zhiang from the Law Enforcement Hall wore a somewhat intriguing expression. His gaze seemed to hold a hint of... appreciation?

Wen Zhixing almost thought he had misread it. But this Wen Zhiang truly seemed to bear him no malice.

With talent like this, isn’t it enough to attract the attention of some powerful figures? Wen Zhixing felt somewhat helpless now. At this moment, some of the others might want to recruit him into their factions, but they probably wouldn’t dare confront the Purple Cloud Divine Sect. And he was alone and unsupported. He had no way to escape and no means to fight back.

In such a situation, aside from showcasing his unparalleled talent and catching the eye of a powerful figure, it seemed there was no other choice.

Then... I’ll continue... Wen Zhixing resolved.

Wen Zhixing once again circulated the Fortune Divine Devil Skill. Building on his previous achievement, it felt as if some mist deep within him had been cleared away. The Longevity Essence Blood began to flow slowly within his body.

BUZZ!

In an instant, another divine beast statue lit up.

"Look! That’s the divine beast... Bai... Baize... It’s lit! Eight! Eight statues!"

This commotion immediately gripped everyone’s hearts. Previously, some had considered this possibility. Perhaps Wen Zhixing hadn’t reached his limit before. Now, it had all come true!

Wen Zhixing had been acknowledged by the will of eight divine beasts!

Instantly, everyone present was in an uproar.

Another beam of light descended, and Wen Zhixing began to float in mid-air.

"HISS... Such... such talent..."

Some people’s eyes dimmed, but many more gaped in astonishment. To be recognized by the will of eight divine beasts! This was practically the greatest talent publicly known in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land.

The next moment, Wen Zhixing’s eyes snapped open as well. Around his eyes, immortal runes blazed with light, its brilliance forcing everyone to instinctively close their eyes and shield themselves. Many whose cultivation levels were far higher than Wen Zhixing’s were still unable to look directly at the radiance, covering their eyes with their hands. A few, disbelieving, tried to force their eyes open to look. The result was as if they were facing eight actual divine beasts. Their minds were violently shaken, tears of blood streamed from the corners of their eyes, and simultaneously, their bodies weakened, their auras rapidly diminishing.

However, no one paid any attention to their plight, leaving them to their fate.

A moment later, once all the light had faded, the others could finally turn to look at Wen Zhixing. However, Wen Zhixing currently looked somewhat bewildered, showing no reaction to everyone else’s stares. It was as if he were still immersed in an illusion, not yet fully emerged from it.

Everyone else also stood rooted to the spot, remaining silent for a time.

A gleam of delight surfaced in Jiang Baiyu’s eyes.

Unexpected.

It was truly, overwhelmingly unexpected.

Wen Zhixing’s talent was so incredible, she could hardly believe it. It wasn’t just her; the others felt the same way.

I must build a good relationship with him. I absolutely must, Jiang Baiyu decided, now fully committed to Wen Zhixing.

"Uncle Yang, he... he... eight... eight statues lit up!" Qin Tian was so excited his body couldn’t stop trembling. He admitted to himself that he had been shortsighted, never imagining Wen Zhixing’s talent could be so remarkable. He should never have doubted his uncle.

However, Qin Yang did not respond to Qin Tian, his expression darkening once more. Things were different now; the situation had changed. Wen Zhixing’s talent was such that even he was thoroughly outmatched. Such talent could genuinely rival the most monstrous prodigies of the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land. At this point, Wen Zhixing was no longer someone he could touch.

"Uncle Yang, what’s wrong?" When Qin Yang ignored him, an ominous thought suddenly struck Qin Tian. Could it be that even Uncle finds this troublesome...? That’s not good... This can’t happen...

"Uncle Yang!" Qin Tian pressed via voice transmission.

"Shut up!" Faced with Qin Tian’s incessant voice transmissions, Qin Yang finally couldn’t stop himself from retorting sharply, "Are you brainless? Can’t you see how troubled I am right now? This is a peerless talent acknowledged by the wills of eight divine beasts! Such talent would be wasted if it were crafted into a Genius Spirit Seed. A person’s aptitude is evaluated from many aspects, and a Genius Spirit Seed can only consolidate a person’s physical aptitude. Moreover, there’s significant loss during the refinement process."

"Not bad. State your name."

Just then, an ancient yet majestic voice, like ripples on water, emanated from the depths of the main hall. Everyone turned their heads but saw no figure.

The next moment, the space before Wen Zhixing began to ripple. The space transformed into rippling waves, and the silhouette of an exceptionally burly man stepped out from it. At first glance, he seemed like a small mountain. This man wore a black brocade robe and stood at an enormous height of four to five meters. His figure took up nearly half the height of the main hall.

Looking at the newcomer, Wen Zhixing felt as if a small hill stood before him.

"That’s... Elder Nangong!" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

The others, recognizing the arrival, bowed respectfully, their expressions becoming reserved. Wen Zhixing had actually prompted an elder from the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land to appear... This itself was indicative of how extraordinary Wen Zhixing’s talent was.

"State... your name..." Elder Nangong, his countenance rugged, lowered his head slightly as he addressed Wen Zhixing once more.

"Replying to Elder Nangong, this junior is Wen Zhixing," Wen Zhixing said, returning to his senses and bowing respectfully.

His heart leaped with joy. Good. My move was the right one. I’ve finally caught the attention of the higher-ups in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land.

"Wen Zhixing. Very good." Elder Nangong nodded slowly, his somewhat ferocious features softening as some wrinkles smoothed out. He then said, "Take this token. When the next disciple recruitment ceremony begins, you may enter my tutelage."

The next moment, a jade-colored token slowly descended, floating into Wen Zhixing’s palm.

"Thank you, Elder Nangong!" Wen Zhixing quickly secured the token and bowed in thanks.

Joy surged in his heart. With Elder Nangong’s words, I’m finally safe, he thought with relief.

"Cultivate diligently. I will have someone arrange a cultivation cave for you," Elder Nangong said, his smile growing even warmer with satisfaction as he observed Wen Zhixing’s reaction.

"Thank you, Elder Nangong," Wen Zhixing expressed his gratitude once more, his heart filled with elation.

Below, Qin Yang altered his original plan. Elder Nangong himself has stepped in... No, I must win Wen Zhixing over, he thought. Now, he absolutely dared not take any risks. All actions required weighing pros and cons, and it was clearly not the right time to make a move.

In contrast, Qin Tian stood to one side, his expression stony. He understood his uncle’s unspoken decision. This Wen Zhixing is probably untouchable now, he thought, even as his expression regained its composure. But then, a new resolve hardened within him. Untouchable or not, I *must* make my move! The killing intent hidden deep in his eyes was stealthily unleashed.

It’s not easy to come across such a superb Genius Spirit Seed. If Uncle Yang isn’t willing to act, I’ll find someone else who will. This concerns how far I can advance on my future cultivation path. As long as I absorb this Genius Spirit Seed, would they truly have the heart to kill me? Qin Tian mused, his mind remarkably calm. Uncle Yang doesn’t dare take this risk. But I dare. Success doesn’t just mean a significant standing in the Hundred Tribulations Holy Land; at the very least, my talent will make me the strongest in the Purple Cloud Divine Sect!