Chapter 869: 356: Coming out of seclusion!
The Soul Ghost lingers!
It’s hard to speak of seeing an old friend again_4 Chapter 869: 356: Coming out of seclusion!
The Soul Ghost lingers!
It’s hard to speak of seeing an old friend again_4 But for anyone with a keen eye, the slightly subdued yet distinct Spiritual Might emanating from Chen Dengming was a clear sign of the aura of the Nascent Soul, and their gazes instantly became more respectful.
They promptly bowed and said, “Greetings to the senior.”
Nascent Soul True Monarch!
The Sect Leader of the Longevity Sect had actually reached the status of a Nascent Soul True Monarch!
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This revelation shocked the Foundation Establishment cultivators who seldom had contact with a Nascent Soul True Monarch in their daily lives.
“Daoist Friend Gan, you are too polite.”
Chen Dengming looked at Gan Qinghong, his eyes reflecting a hint of resignation.
He had anticipated this but could only feel helpless.
In the Cultivation World, power is respected.
If he insisted on treating this old acquaintance, whose relationship was not that deep, as an equal like Qiao Zhaoxian, it would only make the other party feel intimidated and anxious.
“It is I, Senior Chen, who is being too modest.
I am truly ashamed!”
Gan Qinghong secretly appreciated Chen Dengming’s regard for him but dared not step out of line in his presence.
After another round of courteous expressions of respect, he finally let go of his bowing hands.
It was then that he noticed his right hand, at some point, had released its clenched fist; his sweaty fingers lay in the warmth of his palm, a mix of tension and complexity that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
When he first met this Sect Leader Chen, the man was only the Longevity Daozi with early-stage Golden Core power, while he himself was at late-stage Golden Core.
Now, upon meeting again, the other had already become the famed and distinguished Longevity Sect Leader and even a Nascent Soul True Monarch.
As for himself, still at late-stage Golden Core, it truly seemed that the longer one cultivates, the older and more useless they become.
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The saying goes that it is colder at the top of the mountain, and a thousand words could be silenced with just one.
After interacting with these younger generations, Chen Dengming felt that being a Nascent Soul senior wasn’t all that interesting, rather dull in fact.
Conversing with this group of people around him, except for Qiao Zhaoxian, everyone else was extremely formal and even trembling with nerves, creating a very solemn atmosphere.
Answering his questions felt like facing an interrogation.
He didn’t really like this kind of severity.
Apparently, having a high power level didn’t necessarily mean you could enjoy showing off and basking in the admiration of others.
More often, it was a case of loneliness at the top.
Fortunately, he still had a very small number of friends and family with whom he could communicate normally; otherwise, living a long life was nothing more than a journey to solitude…
To prevent the atmosphere from becoming too heavy, he left Qiao Zhaoxian, who was shocked by his achievements, to interact with the crowd.
He then took the Ghost man Chu Xun and several North Spirit Sect cultivators paralyzed by Yin Thunder to the side, inquiring about the news of the Beiyin Holy Mother and the Three Saints Palaces.
He had already learned from Su Yanyan that the North Spirit Sect and the Beiyin Holy Mother had joined the Three Saints Palaces.
Just now, he also discovered from Gan Qinghong that the Three Saints Palaces had already issued a Kill Order against him.
It was as if foes were fated to converge; now, both of his enemies had joined forces.
The Beiyin Holy Mother might even participate in the Kill Order issued by the Three Saints Palaces, scheming to eliminate him.
Now, he might be able to gather some intelligence from the mouths of these North Spirit Sect cultivators.
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“Hm!” Moving aside, Chen Dengming issued a command to the Ghost man Chu Xun.
“Ah—”
As the Ghost man Chu Xun’s eyes, like copper bells, swiveled about and he noticed the growing severity in Chen Dengming’s gaze, he could only open his mouth unwillingly.
From his gaping maw, he directly spit out the Divine Spirit of the swallowed North Spirit Sect Golden Core cultivator, and then issued a dissatisfied growl, intimidating the Divine Spirit into trembling, too scared to move.
If Chen Dengming hadn’t made a request, he definitely would have clenched shut his ghostly maw, pretending ignorance and selfishly digesting the Divine Spirit of the North Spirit Sect Golden Core cultivator without a trace.
Chen Dengming nodded in satisfaction, his face showing a gentle smile as he reassured, “Old Zhu, rest assured, if this Daoist Friend of the North Spirit Sect does not cooperate later and fails to inform me about the relevant information, as you know, I never shortchange my brothers.”
The Ghost man Chu Xun immediately rounded his copper bell eyes, then widened his gaping mouth to emit a ‘hmph hmph’ of odd laughter…
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