"Alas, it's pitiful! The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has been passed down for over eighty years. If no offspring appear again, I fear the sect will become unstable and its foundation will collapse! Lu Buwei and his wife Zhao Ji are also anxious, which is why they have resorted to this desperate measure!"
A tall, thin man took a sip of wine and chuckled, "If only I were qualified to go! I've heard that Zhao Ji, though 90,000 years old, is indescribably beautiful! And she's a 9-star Emperor! I've heard she's already at the third level of cultivation! Ah! If only I could be chosen!"
A man next to him picked up a glass of wine and splashed it in his face, saying, "Wake up! Take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror. Don't you even know what kind of person you are?!"
The man didn't take it seriously and laughed, "Everyone fantasizes, don't you do the same?"
Everyone burst into laughter!
Lin Caogen couldn't help but greet the people at the table opposite him, asking, "Brothers! What are the requirements for this 'high price for a son' offer?"
A burly man laughed and said, "What! You want to go, kid? Hahahaha!"
Lin Caogen said speechlessly, "I was just curious. The world is so big, there are all sorts of things! I was just asking!"
After saying that, Lin Caogen picked up a plate of peanuts and a plate of vinegar-soaked cashews and used his internal strength to lift them onto the wooden table opposite him!
The burly man picked up a peanut and said, "Thank you! Since you're curious, brother, I'll tell you! As long as you're under ten thousand years old and can defeat Lü Buwei himself, you're good! This rule is said to have been jointly established by the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."
Lin Caogen then asked, "I wonder how strong Lü Buwei is?"
The burly man laughed, "Unfathomable! I've heard you've already reached the sixth level of the ninth star of the Emperor realm! You're not far from the ninth level of the demigod realm!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Caogen exclaimed in surprise, "I never imagined that the people on this Primordial Continent are so powerful! The sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect alone possesses the strength of a sixth-level cultivator!"
The burly man laughed, "Judging from your words, you're not from the Primordial Continent! Our Primordial Continent has given birth to true gods! Last time, during the Great Calamity, the God Realm sent gods down to train, but our Primordial Ancestor cut off their heads and took their divine sparks! This time, during the Heavenly Calamity, our Primordial Continent will still prevail!"
Lin Caogen sighed inwardly!
Yang Guo had already told them that this time, the Heavenly Tribulation God Realm would send a God-King leading a group of True Gods to the mortal realm! It would be a catastrophe for the entire universe! These people were celebrating too soon!
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