Now that the conversation was over, things were finally made clear.
Only then did Jiang He realize …
The legion of the Hundred Races Alliance was not making a comeback at all.
It was all a misunderstanding.
Breathing a long sigh, Jiang He became much more relaxed and smiled. "That's good … it would be so frustrating if the Hundred Races Alliance really did make a comeback, and I wouldn't be able to sleep again."
Lü Dongbin laughed out loud. "Brother Jiang He, you have subjugated the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance all by yourself. Not even an average Grand Luo could match that, and the Alliance would not win against you even if they were to make a comeback."
"That's not necessarily true."
Jiang He said humbly. "I'm just a minor Golden Immortal who had cultivated for less than a year. I would have a hard time stopping dozens of Golden Immortals like Modolo and the White Sky God King if they were to surround me with various paragon treasures."
Lü Dongbin: "…"
The Golden Immortals: "…"
The Golden Immortals were unsure what to say just then.
Nonetheless, Lü Dongbin smiled awkwardly but politely and quietly said, "You might not know this, Brother Jiang He, but the number of Golden Immortals like Modolo and the White Sky God King cannot be counted on two hands."
"Really?"
Jiang He exclaimed in disbelief. "This is a little different from what I imagined … Modolo and the White Sky God King represent the pinnacle of Golden Immortals across worlds?"
He shook his head with a lonely look on his face.
Lü Dongbin led Jiang He to his seat with a look of delight. Lifting his wine cup, he downed three cups in a row and poured himself another, saying, "Brother Jiang He, I offer you a toast on behalf of the homeworld."
"You're too kind, Elder Lü. The homeworld is my home too, and ambushing the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance was a simple matter."
Jiang He waved him off nonchalantly.
Lü Dongbin had accepted it calmly when Jiang He addressed Lü Dongbin as' Elder 'before, but now promptly dodged to a corner and said, "Seniority does not matter, Brother Jiang He. Now that you are a full-fledged Golden Immortal and stronger than me, we should address each other as fellow Daoists."
The Taixu Sect's banquet for the returning immortals turned into a celebratory feast.
Everyone ate and drank, and when they had their fill, there were even female immortals and sword immortals who danced, creating a lively scene. Many immortals came up to toast Jiang He, while some of the beautiful female immortals whipped out their communications jade charms, intending to exchange spirit marks with Jiang He.
Naturally, Jiang He refused it with a straight face.
As long as they exchanged Spiritual Imprints, they would be able to contact the other party even if they were separated by tens of thousands of li … What was the difference between this and adding each other on WeChat?
This is the first time we've met, and she wants my WeChat. She can't be a decent woman, right?
After chatting for a long time, Jiang He thought of something and turned to Lü Dongbin, smiling as he asked, "Brother Pure Yang, I heard that many races often fight each other in the celestial battlefield?"
"That's right."
Lu Dongbin briefly explained what happened on the Star Battlefield.
The human race was very powerful. They had the Six Sages and many almighty beings. However, the situation in the celestial battlefield was not very good. With the God race and the Demon race at the forefront, they had joined forces with many other races to fight against the human race all year round.
Still, Jiang He was not bothered to learn about that.
He was more concerned about what he needed, and so pressed, "Brother Pure Yang, since you've fought the God race and the Demon race before, I wonder if you've obtained the corpses of Heavenly Immortals or Gods?"
Lü Dongbin shook his head, saying, "I've killed many of them, but I'm a Golden Immortal and could not enter the battlefield of Heavenly Immortals."
Down below, a Heavenly Immortal rose to his feet and said, "Lord Jiang He, I have the corpse of a Heavenly Immortal Demon demonic soldier."
The Heavenly Immortal appeared to be a middle-aged man, and he walked up and took out a rather broken corpse with a wave of his hand, saying, "This is a demonic soldier I killed in the battlefield of Heavenly Immortals thirty years ago. Since I was injured myself, I returned to the homeworld after I recovered, and I did not have the time to exchange its corpse for military merits. Please take it if you need it, Lord Jiang He."
The corpse was still wearing a set of tattered armor. The corpse had obvious characteristics of the Demon Race. His skin was dark and there was a faint demonic aura surrounding him. Even though he had been dead for 30 years, his body still carried a faint demonic might.
Of course.
To the immortals present, this pressure was nothing.
Around seven or eight immortals rose to their feet, either taking out the corpses of the Demon race or the God race.
There were even some True Immortals and Golden Immortals who took out the corpses of True Immortals and Golden Immortals.
After all, all of them had fought in the celestial battlefield, mainly against the God race and the Demon race. Therefore, it was not too much to have their corpses.
With the corpses of the God race and the Demon race, Jiang He could use them to level up his farm. While Heavenly Immortal and Demon corpses were enough to level up his farm, he might as well buy them all since everyone was offering them.
Jiang He smiled. "I don't know how much these corpses are worth, but name a price, and I'll take all of them."
The immortals would give them to Jiang He for free, and would not ask for a single immortal crystal from him.
Naturally, Jiang He could not agree to that.
Moreover, the corpses were obtained by risking their lives in the celestial battlefield.
"How about this … I won't ask for the specific price. Let's just trade."
Jiang He nonchalantly took out eight mediocre-grade immortal items and said, "Heavenly Immortal God corpses can be traded for one mediocre-grade immortal item."
He then took out several superior-grade and premium-grade immortal items and said, "True Immortal God corpses can be traded for one superior-grade immortal item, while Golden Immortal corpses can be traded for one premium-grade immortal item … don't be shy, everyone. I have a lot of immortal items here, and keeping them is useless. Moreover, I'm an item refiner myself, and I could refine a few mere premium-grade immortal items in a matter of minutes."
Everyone was stunned once more.
Even the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist and the other Golden Immortals who were more familiar with Jiang He were stunned.
"Mister Jiang … you can refine premium-grade immortal items?"
"Yes."
Jiang He answered truthfully. "I could refine premium-grade sage items when I was Mahayana, and I can naturally refine premium-grade immortal items now that I'm a Golden Immortal."
Seeing that the many immortals were looking at him weirdly, Jiang He felt that he had to explain, and so added, "Actually, it has to do with the item refinement technique I've developed … I've mastered it, and as my cultivation improves, I would naturally be able to refine stronger weapons."
Some of the immortals who were adept at item refinement stared at Jiang He …
MMP！
Are you kidding?
Jiang He, however, was not bothered.
Having obtained the God and Demon corpses, Jiang He was in a great mood, and after bidding the immortals farewell, he left the Taixu Sect.
It was already the next morning.
The sky had just brightened outside.
The bright red sun rose over the eastern horizon.
Jiang He glanced at it and could not help thinking, "The sun is a star, and is countless times larger than the Black Demon Star in both mass and volume. I'm still far from blowing up a star with my current ability … unless I ascend up to Grand Luo."
Grand Luo …
Plucking the stars and moon was not a problem.
"Still, there's no rush for me to ascend up to Grand Luo … I'll plant the immortal crystals and other treasures I have first, and after earning a wave of Farm Points and leveling my farm up to level seven, I'll think about ascending up to Grand Luo then."
At the moment, the homeworld was fine.
He had already defeated the legion of the Hundred Races Alliance, and with Lü Dongbin and the other tyrannical Golden Immortals holding the line, Jiang He could not help wanting to be a salted fish again …
After all, it was too tiring to farm through the night.
"Yeah, I should plan my time well and only farm after I sleep … I just have to make sure I can farm for three to four hours every day."
Whoosh!
Jiang He turned into a sword light and returned home in no time at all.
Just as he entered his house, an off-road vehicle parked outside his gates, and Secretary Zhou and Cheng Dongfeng alighted from it.
There was a hint of tiredness on Secretary Zhou's face.
Jiang He then walked out, and Secretary Zhou offered him a fist-palm salute, cutting to the chase, "Mister Jiang, I've come to you today to ask for your help."
"Mister Jiang, please help and save Minister Wang …"
"Eh?"
Jiang He appeared taken aback and asked, "What happened to Minister Wang?"
"Minister Wang has been bedridden ever since he returned …"
"…"
Jiang He was even more shocked. "How could this be? He's just too damaged in spirit, but I often do. This is just a minor injury, and he'll be fine after a good night's sleep … "
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