"Godfather, how have you been?"
A few wisps of breeze outlined the scene, and invisible clouds gathered.
Bai Cangqing's elegant and handsome figure appeared in front of Zhang He.
Previously, Bai Cang had many things to worry about.
For example, the influence of one's own destiny, or whether one can bear the enormous karmic consequences of one's actions, etc.
Seriously speaking, if Bai Cang called an ordinary minor cultivator "godfather," it would bring him many years of bad luck. A single bow could kill him; the effect was comparable to the Seven Arrows of Nailhead.
When virtue does not match one's position, calamity is inevitable, and nothing could be more severe.
However, once he has complete control over his own cause and effect, he no longer needs to worry about these issues and can do whatever he wants and be happy.
For example, when the mood strikes, he might jokingly call Zhang He "godfather".
"It really was you. I knew it felt strangely familiar."
Seeing this, Zhang He was also very excited, probably entering a state of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land". He grabbed Bai Cang's hand and started talking non-stop.
He recounted almost every detail of his experiences over the years.
The results were largely consistent with Bai Cang's deductions.
However, between the lines, there are many more details about psychological activities.
For example, he complained about the decline of the Golden Dragon lineage, lamented that he had chosen the wrong master, and... his words revealed complex emotions towards Sun Hongbo.
In summary: I am very grateful to Lao Sun for taking care of me, but he was just lucky to be able to become a true disciple and be granted the title of king.
In short: It's nothing special, nothing special, and I'm not envious at all.
Bai Cang listened quietly with a smile, and suddenly felt that this was quite nice, and his mind was exceptionally relaxed.
There was one exception: although Zhang He's words contained many complaints, he was quite satisfied with the current situation and had no real dissatisfaction.
This made Bai Cang hesitate: should he take him away and give him the so-called opportunity?
Maybe they just like their current life?
After most of the day had passed, Zhang He's excitement finally subsided.
Then he asked, "Master, you are a man of extraordinary talent. You must have had a very exciting life these past years. Have you already condensed a high-grade golden core?"
Zhang He is no longer the clueless newbie he once was; his skills are now quite respectable.
If compared to the original Red Dragon's overall view, it would at least rank in the top five.
They naturally had some understanding of the high value of the Xuanmen Golden Elixir.
Even "Old Sun" was able to reach the seventh level of demonic arts, a level similar to the Golden Core stage of the Xuanmen sect.
Bai Cang, with his extraordinary talent, would naturally be no less than this level.
Therefore, the real meaning behind Zhang He's question was that he wanted to gain Bai Cang's approval.
He dared not hope to be on par with him, but at least he could get a little closer, so as not to have wasted his years of hard work.
Zhang He was too embarrassed to let anyone know about these slightly dark thoughts.
All I could do was ask a question hesitantly and casually.
In layman's terms: I, Old Zhang, also want to show off!
but……
What a coincidence, that's what I thought too!
As the saying goes: "To return home in glory is like wearing fine clothes at night."
If I don't put on this cassock, how will the world know that I have exhausted all my wealth?
However, Bai Cang was different from others; he had no hometown in this world, only a few old friends.
The place where old friends are is your hometown!
If it were anyone else, even a Nascent Soul Dao Lord in person, he wouldn't bother pretending.
Only those old friends who witnessed his rise from humble beginnings could give him the joy of "returning home in wealth and honor".
So Bai Cang said indifferently, "It can be said that I have some fate, and I have obtained the Dao Lord position. I have also killed a few primordial spirits because I was itching to do so."
Upon hearing this, Zhang He's smile froze, his body stiffened as he released his grip, and he stammered, "Dao... Dao... Dao Lord? Then, then, then you've already become an immortal?"
Heaven have mercy: This has completely exceeded the limits of Zhang He's imagination!
There was a time when not only Golden Core True Monarchs, but even a Foundation Establishment True Person was someone they held in the highest esteem.
A Primordial Spirit Dao Lord? That's Heaven!
It's simply unimaginable what kind of existence a "celestial being" of this level could be!
Even now, for Zhang He, the Primordial Spirit Dao Lord/God and Demon Ancestor is still an object of unattainable admiration and awe.
But at this moment, the "good eldest son" who was just smiling and calling himself "godfather" is now gone.
It was actually the legendary Primordial Spirit Dao Lord?
To hell with returning home in wealth and honor, to hell with gaining the approval of old friends.
Bai Cang's single sentence shattered Zhang He's dream of showing off.
After learning Bai Cang's identity, Zhang He felt none of the excitement or exhilaration he felt when he embraced the golden elephant's leg.
There was only a deep sense of insecurity.
It's like a mortal standing next to a Kunpeng or a true dragon; the vast difference in their levels of life instinctively fills him with awe and fear!
Upon seeing the other person's expression, Bai Cang felt a momentary pleasure, but this quickly turned into a deep sense of loss and emptiness.
Many wicked ideas, at this moment, seem like fleeting dreams, vanishing without a trace.
"The reason I've come to see you is to ask you for a favor."
Bai Cang then got straight to the point: "I wish to borrow your identity to infiltrate the Five Dragons Demon Sect and do something for you..."
Bai Cang hadn't finished speaking, nor had he stated his conditions.
Without hesitation, Zhang He turned and knelt down, saying, "I will follow the Abbot's lead and be at his beck and call!"
Bai Cang had a lot of words stuck in his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
You slid down so fast, it's putting me in a difficult position!
So he could only mutter, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Why don't you name some conditions?
Otherwise, I always feel like I'm "bullying honest people".
Although Zhang He's temperament and image are completely unrelated to the word "honest man".
But for some reason, Bai Cang always felt that when he dealt with "Zhang's father", he could unknowingly turn him into a "great grudge".
They tricked him so badly that even Bai Cang felt a little embarrassed!
Upon hearing this, Zhang He was taken aback: Is this appropriate?
I don't think you're the kind of person who's easy to talk to.
Or you could just scam me, otherwise I'm getting a little scared.
But when he tried to probe with his eyes, he received unusually firm "encouragement" from Bai Cang.
"How about we give Old Sun a hand too?" Zhang He tentatively suggested.
In Zhang He's simple mind, as long as he followed Bai Cang, he would never suffer a loss.
Over the years, he and Sun Hongbo have been inseparable, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they are life-and-death friends.
Although things have become somewhat distant in recent years, he often complains that "Old Sun has changed."
However, when he felt there was a benefit, Zhang He immediately thought of his "good brother" and "elder brother".
Bai Cang breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, "Alright!"
Immediately, he released his divine sense and condensed an avatar in front of Sun Hongbo.
However, after a moment, Bai Cang couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
With just a flick of his sleeve, he sent an invisible sword flying!
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