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Zheng Sanjin started by raising a large formation that covered the entire Wanxian Island.

The monks in the audience were a little flustered, and some even asked directly what this meant.

Zheng Sanjin ignored them.

This is a small screening.

Without this little courage, what great things can you do? Many monks in the audience changed their expressions slightly, but still sat firmly in their seats.

Zheng Sanjin signaled to the two generals Heng and Ha, and according to the previous discussion, the two of them drove those somewhat panicked monks to the seats in the back.

Hu Laoliu was invited to the front row because he had experienced too many life and death situations and he remained calm in the face of danger and sat there quietly.

At the same time, Bai Sui also appeared in the front row. Hu Laoliu thought to himself that indeed, he was not a simple character.

"It stands to reason that those who can come here are all heroes, but the result makes me a little disappointed."

"It's just a small thing, and it's not going to make a big difference."

Zheng Sanjin's faint voice spread throughout the venue with the help of spiritual power.

"Senior, if you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to do this."

"Yes, Senior, just tell me what you want. And we are not making a fuss. After all, we are doing dirty work for others. If we were not alert, we would have been fed to the fish long ago."

Several Jindan were somewhat dissatisfied with Zheng Sanjin's evaluation of themselves and made a few rebuttals.

It’s not that they are disrespectful to Nascent Soul cultivators, but they are used to being unruly. In addition, they have backers, so for an outsider Nascent Soul cultivator, they still have to consider the relationships behind them.

Moreover, inviting them here means we have something to ask of them, so this impoliteness can be considered a test of them.

Draw a bottom line for their future dealings with Zheng Sanjin.

As for danger, that’s not the case. How could a Yuanying kill someone just because of a single word?

But today is destined to be an eye-opening day for them.

The aura emitted by Zheng Sanjin is even stronger.

The eyes of the knowledgeable monks in the front row were less playful and more solemn.

Originally they thought that this was a cultivator at the fifth or sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage, but now it seems that he might be a True Lord at the eighth or ninth level or even at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

There is a huge difference between the two.

The fifth or sixth level of Nascent Soul is almost the ceiling of the normal combat power of the Tianqing Sect.

Cultivators at the eighth or ninth level of the Nascent Soul, or even at the peak level, are rarely seen on a daily basis. Any move they make can wipe out the Nascent Soul forces in an area of the sea.

The Tianqing Sect also has strong control over the Nascent Soul forces under its rule.

As long as they reach the eighth or ninth level of the Nascent Soul stage, they will be forcibly recruited into the sect to practice under the pretext of maintaining regional power balance.

Only a family with a strong background like the Lu family can have cultivators of this level.

Now, another one has appeared, and they have to take him seriously. He is a true master who can change the situation in an area of the sea.

"I'm glad you guys are willing to call me senior, but I don't like your attitude when you talk to me."

"Be more careful in your next life."

After saying this, the two Jindan monks floated up and appeared in mid-air.

Zheng San bent his golden fingers slightly, then flicked them, and a beam of fire fell on the heads of the two monks.

Then flames started, and heart-wrenching howls were heard from the flames.

Mm, this tastes right.

The entire formation was in silence, and every Jindan cultivator sat up straight.

Some had cold sweats on their backs, especially those who just wanted to make fun of the situation. Others had their eyelids twitching. This senior was a little too cruel.

Hu Laoliu gripped the seat tightly, veins on his hands showing. From the beginning, his intuition and experience told him that this Yuanying Zhenjun who appeared to be smiling on the surface was definitely a ruthless person.

I didn't expect it to be so cruel.

"A little interlude, let's continue."

"You have all been traveling in this vast ocean for so many years."

“But have you ever been your true self?”

"I have always been driven by these forces and families. Just like what the person just said, I have to do dirty work and end up with a miserable end."

"As fellow monks, why do we have to do this?"

Zheng Sanjin scanned the entire audience.

"Because they control the resources and your future. Your ending has been arranged since the day you started training."

"Think about your foundation-building. Don't you have to run around all day to get the resources for foundation-building?"

"After building the foundation, I thought it was a good start, but what happened?"

"Isn't it to make breakthrough resources like the Golden Core that you are working so hard for?"

"Even if you are well-known on the sea and no longer worry about the daily cultivation resources, do you dare to look up and see the resources needed for the Infant Condensation in front of you?"

Zheng Sanjin used a little bit of magic, similar to the brainwashing technique he had learned in the Purple Lion Dynasty before, but this one was not as brainwashing, it just made people feel like they were suddenly enlightened.

The most real deception is deceiving yourself, which no one can expose.

"And I also survived this way. Now, I have come to this sea."

"I will establish a Ten Thousand Immortals Palace to restore order in this sea area."

"Break the monopoly of resources by those Yuanying forces."

"Let everyone have a better future."

Every "hero" was there in deep thought.

They knew that this Yuanying senior was by no means a kind person and must have his own interests, and these interests needed to be pursued, promoted and maintained by the cultivators like them.

But what can they get?

They are not young and passionate people. They have been on the sea for so many years and have seen all kinds of tricks.

They just think that what the seniors said makes sense, but they won’t really be fooled and rush in to become cannon fodder in the game between the big guys.

"Lu Deyi, come forward."

"My Lord."

"Here's your reward."

As he spoke, Zheng Sanjin took out a Ningying Pill, and Lu Deyi stared at the Ningying Pill in his hand.

"I will never forget your great kindness, and I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Liu Haibo's hands were shaking a little as he watched this scene. He knew that it would soon be his turn.

I also know what Zheng Sanjin’s purpose is in doing this.

No matter how nice the words sound, or how outrageous the rumors are, it is better to see it with your own eyes.

"Liu Haibo, come to the front of the stage."

"Greetings, my lord."

Liu Haibo knelt on the ground with a plop and performed a rare salute.

He has lived his life on thin ice and experienced countless life and death situations. Finally, today, he saw the light.

Nascent Soul, the realm he had always dreamed of, opened the door for him when he took the Ningying Pill.

Lu Deyi stood behind Zheng Sanjin holding the Ningying Pill in his hands, looking as if he had lost his soul.

Liu Haibo's eyes were dull and he was muttering to himself.

None of the monks in the field laughed at them. Instead, they were very envious. Even though they were not sure whether it was true or not, or whether it was an act, they were very envious.

Hu Laoliu said to Bai Sui, "This is the closest I've ever been to the Ningying Pill."

"Nascent Soul."

Zheng Sanjin's voice was heard again on the stage, and this time the monks below the stage were obviously more serious.

"Help me and you will get what you want."

"And I only need your loyalty to me and your obedience to my arrangements."

"Those who share the same path are loyal, while those who follow different paths are treacherous; those who share the same path are good, while those who follow different paths are evil!"

When Bai Sui heard this, he stood up.

She saw hope and decided to take a gamble.

"Senior, I would like to join the Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals."

Hu Laoliu and a few others also stood up immediately and wanted to join the Hall of Ten Thousand Immortals.

These old hands are not trying to take a gamble, but they have to make it happen, it's very clear.

In their ears, loyalty and treachery, good and evil are all nonsense.

To sum it up in one sentence.

Those who follow the same path will live, while those who follow different paths will die.