“…”

Jiang Bei didn't answer.

The next moment, as expected, the old man couldn't help but explain himself.

Moreover, the smile on his face became even more obscene.

He even looked around, as if he was afraid someone was eavesdropping.

“All this lost luck is now in the hands of geniuses like you…” King Wen said in a low voice.

"Once it reaches a certain limit... a battle of luck will occur out of control."

"Genius monks with good fortunes are killing each other... Only one out of ten survives!"

"When a monk of luck dies, his luck will return to the dynasty, and the dynasty can continue to operate..."

"But there is another possibility." King Wen's smile gradually blossomed.

Apparently he had thought of another outcome that excited him.

Jiang Bei was frightened by the old man's laughter... There's no way he could run away, this old guy definitely didn't hold his fart well!

"Another possibility is that... these fortunes did not return to the dynasty, leading to the collapse of the Wei Dynasty."

Jiang Bei: “???”

No, was this old man kicked in the head by a donkey?

Isn't he a member of the royal family? The current ruler of the Wei Dynasty is the brother of this old man.

Then why is this old man so happy when talking about the possible fall of the Wei Dynasty?

"Of course, this situation is unlikely to happen... because the Wei Dynasty is in line with the common interests of the vast majority of Taoist leaders. At least... that old and immortal king is still obedient." King Wen sneered.

For a moment, I was a little confused.

"Please continue." Jiang Bei made a gesture of invitation.

King Wen: "And there is another possibility...that is, not too many of these monks will die."

"In other words... an extremely terrifying genius appeared and frightened the cultivators who participated in the battle for destiny, causing them to lose their faith in Taoism."

"Every battle of destiny is a change in the general trend of the times, and it will definitely create the future leader of the Taoist sect."

Jiang Bei: “…”

"But often... this leader does not appear too early. He may not even know that he is the true son of destiny. He often awakens at the end."

"But by then, it was already a little late..."

"There is actually not much luck that he can plunder." King Wen added, "Because most of the luck has long been returned to the dynasty's national destiny system during the fighting."

"So..." Jiang Bei realized something.

"You want me to kill them and scare them to death? Let the dynasty's luck remain in the bodies of these monks?"

"Yes...and no." King Wen felt a little heavy.

"It doesn't matter whether these monks are dead or alive... What can a monk with a shattered heart do? This is how his life ends."

"But you can collect their luck!"

"Luck is also selective. They will not always be concentrated on one cultivator, especially when this cultivator's Tao heart is broken and is no longer sufficient to support his luck."

"My dear Jiang, you should understand the principle that a wise bird chooses the right tree to roost in," said King Wen.

Jiang Bei nodded.

The next moment, King Wen stared at Jiang Bei with burning eyes.

"If you can take away the luck of some of them... you will be the new generation's son of luck!"

"Moreover, the birth of a child of destiny in this way will cause... the dynasty's destiny to be unable to return to its proper level."

“The dynasty will face disaster, and the ruler... will suffer a strong backlash from the dynasty’s fortune, and the result... is death,” said King Wen.

King Wen became even more excited when he talked about the possibility that his own brother might die!

"You want to be the king?" Jiang Bei looked confused.

"Yes, when I get the support of the Son of Fortune, what is impossible? Everyone knows that the Son of Fortune will be the leader of the Taoist sect for the next thousand years!"

"What everyone knows better is that the ruler of the Wei Dynasty is just a puppet who specializes in doing dirty and tiring work."

King Wen looked excited.

"Please wait a moment..." Jiang Bei quickly called for a stop.

After hearing this series of words, Jiang Bei was so shocked that he gritted his teeth. Something was not right... What was not right?

He will definitely participate in the battle for luck.

But he has only one goal... which is to kill Mu Yi's enemy.

Then just run away...

I already have a rough idea in my mind that the enemy is very likely the son of destiny who will be born in this battle of destiny.

As for after killing him...

Jiang Bei is too lazy to care about it, just run away!

How could he have the energy to attend the regular meeting with King Wen?

Regardless of these...

He doesn't have that kind of ability!

The peak state of the Mingshen Realm...although the combat power is a bit stronger.

But the problem is...he doesn't have much time left!

The situation in the remote Yunzhou is so exaggerated, with a large number of extreme Dao realm cultivators. No matter whether he is a fake or not...he is indeed in the extreme Dao realm!

What about the other states? Especially the Central Plains, which are closest to the national destiny...

The core of the Dao Sect, those blessed places...

Isn't that even more exaggerated?

Maybe, even some are innate!

No matter how powerful Mingshen and Jidao are, they are still small realms within the Qi training period.

But...ah

Xiantian and Jidao...they are different!

To put it bluntly, we are not from the same world!

The difference is that one is a mortal and the other is a deity.

Jiang Bei doesn’t think that with his current strength... or even if he can fully comprehend the realm within two months, he can still defeat a congenital genius.

Geniuses and old man Yun... should be different.

"I just want to ask one question..." Jiang Bei interrupted King Wen's beautiful fantasy.

"A battle of luck...will there be a strong innate person?" Jiang Bei asked awkwardly.

"Innate?" King Wen looked at Jiang Bei with a complicated expression.

Jiang Bei felt something was wrong.

If not, the old man could just say it.

But what's this expression?

Like... the pattern is too small?

"This battle of destiny is open to any genius under a hundred years old!"

"Not to mention the innate genius, there are even golden elixir geniuses! Do you think that the dynasty's national fortune only collapses once every few hundred years, and it can't produce some peerless geniuses?"

"He can't even cultivate the golden elixir after a hundred years. Is he qualified to be the future leader of Taoism?" King Wen looked at him as if he was looking at a fool.

Jiang Bei: “…”

People were really shocked.

This golden elixir is the realm after the innate state.

Damn, that's outrageous!

"Then why did you let me go? And you let me kill them so hard that they are scared to death!" Jiang Bei stood up suddenly, his teeth almost breaking.

I'm cooperating with you, thinking well, helping you break through and prolong your life, and I'm even thinking that if you, old Biden, can't do it yourself, I can use my spiritual sense to help you...

You want to harm me?!

"Don't be anxious. Why are young people so impatient?" King Wen waved his hand and comforted him.

"Although you are still at the peak of the Mingshen realm..."

"Aren't you the same?" Jiang Bei sneered.

King Wen: “…”

He selectively blocked out this sentence, brewed it for a while, and smiled brightly: "But, even though you are in the Mingshen realm now...it doesn't mean that you can't break through to the Xiantian realm, or even the Jindan realm in two months?!"

Jiang Bei: “???”