"Now that we know some things, it would be awkward to ask any more questions," King Ling replied lightly, but his gaze turned to Bai Rui. "Since Steward Bai has come with sincerity, I am also curious to know just how strong this sincerity is?"
Wen Long's words were neither too harsh nor too mild, but Boss Tong felt a cold sweat break out on his back and quickly fell silent, stepping aside.
"This!" At this moment, Bai Rui turned his head slightly and glanced at Boss Tong beside him.
The King of Spirits remained expressionless, like a statue, and did not move.
"I'll take my leave." Upon seeing this, Boss Tong naturally understood. He bowed his head, cupped his hands, and retreated. Black mist rose from his body, and without avoiding the hard rocks, he passed straight through them, quickly exiting the pagoda and disappearing halfway up the mountain...
As expected, a strong general has no weak soldiers; he effortlessly passed through such a thick rock. Seeing this, Bai Rui gasped in astonishment.
"What generous gift do you have?" Only after confirming that there were no living beings around did the Spirit King speak.
"Please look, Spirit King." Bai Rui straightened up, his eyes sparkling, and raised his hand, holding a red gemstone in his palm. The ruby rotated in his hand, carrying wisps of spiritual energy and emitting a faint red glow.
"Illusionary Spirit Pill!" Wen Long's eyes lit up instantly, the red light intensifying. A hand reached out from the stone wall, extending infinitely at lightning speed, grabbing the Illusionary Spirit Pill in an instant, then retracting it. The greed in his eyes remained fixed on the pill in his palm. "This treasure is quite good, and your gift is indeed excellent. However, I have some doubts. I wonder how you obtained it?"
"This did take some effort, but it was also a matter of chance. Old Bai took advantage of their joyful tears and momentary lapse in attention, and I just casually took their hand," Bai Rui said, bringing his right index and ring fingers together and hooking them in a half-circle from left to right across his chest. "Although that spirit..."
"Hmm?" Wen Long's eyes widened. "What are you trying to say?"
“I,” Bai Rui wasn’t stupid. His eyes darted around, but he swallowed back the words he was about to say, “no, it’s that wretch’s spiritual power isn’t as strong as the legends say. In his moment of triumph, he forgot the principle of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. He didn’t notice at all that Old Bai had secretly tampered with things. So as long as Old Bai knows where the object is, there’s nothing he can’t do…”
"Alright, I'll accept this generous gift," the Spirit King interrupted, turning his head and glancing to the side. "How about this, come closer, I have a task for you..."
Bai Rui was delighted and indeed took a few steps forward.
"Ah, this seems a bit difficult." Bai Rui looked troubled, his small eyes darting from left to right.
"Oh?" Seeing his reaction, the Spirit King suddenly straightened up, looking down at Bai Rui with a cold, deep, and terrifying gaze. "Is Steward Bai not pleased?"
"No, no," Bai Rui said, a chill running down her spine as she looked at the other person's pale eyes. She quickly lowered her head and shook her head repeatedly in fright. "I was just thinking, after all, this matter can't be taken lightly. I was just thinking about how to start..."
Bai Rui was terrified, and the "Old Bai" he was talking about became "Little Bai".
“Alas,” King Ling sighed, his cold glint lessening considerably. “I know this is a difficult matter, which is why I’ve given you, Lao Bai, this chance to shine. You will be a founding father and an immortal hero.”
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