Jiang He had assumed that Wang Hou would try to dissuade him, but did not expect him to show great interest in the celestial battlefield as well.
He smiled. "Right now, the various immortal sects, demonic sects, and daemonic sects on Earth, aside from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, are all trying to cross the stars and head to the celestial battlefield. I'll go with you if you go."
Right now, the Scale Dragons of Shennongjia, the demonic sects, the Taixu Sect, and the other Holy Grounds had all migrated a month ago, crossing the stars and heading to the celestial battlefield.
Aside from the Jiuhua Sect and the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the remaining sects were preparing to move as well.
Wang Hou did not allow them to spread their teachings on Earth, but after he broke the shackles and established a new tier in martial arts, Fortune Qi flourished on Earth with each passing day. Most importantly, every citizen in the Hua Nation practiced martial arts, and even the average citizen could cultivate all sorts of martial arts and godly techniques. There were no sects or legacies, which in turn led to the increasing number of martial elites on Earth and the flourishing of Fortune Qi, just as the suppression of martial arts over immortal arts became more severe.
Those below Heavenly Immortal might not feel much, but Heavenly Immortals on Earth would find it difficult to even cultivate and grasp immortal arts.
Still, as time passed, cultivators on Earth would not be able to ascend to Heavenly Immortal at all. Even if Dumbo, Trumbo, and the others could go to outer space to weather their retributions and become immortals, what would happen after that?
Hence, they had no choice but to migrate their sects.
Of course.
It was actually good that they could leave a legacy on Earth since it was the home planet of the Three Realms. Cultivators from here would have a higher chance of becoming elites, just like the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and the Jiuhua Sect. It would not be too late to travel to the celestial battlefield after their cultivators weathered their retributions and became Heavenly Immortals.
Most importantly, Wang Hou and Jiang He would not agree to it!
Most of the immortals who remained on Earth had left as well.
After the secluded untitled cultivators and demonic cultivators were swept out and the pantheon of the west was dealt with, Earth would have nothing to worry about. That was why Wang Hou had the idea to head to the celestial battlefield.
"Alright!"
Delighted, Jiang He exclaimed, "I'm a lot more confident with Minister Wang."
Confident?
Wang Hou blinked, a little confused.
Why would you need confidence when you're not going to cause trouble?
Wait a minute …
Remembering what Wang Hou had done over the last year, Wang Hou scowled and quickly said, "Jiang He, the celestial battlefield is not like Earth. There are countless elites there, and not even Saints would dare to underestimate certain dangerous zones. You must not be reckless after you reach the celestial battlefield."
"Of course!"
Jiang He replied righteously, "I'm going to the celestial battlefield mainly for a small business deal. Where would I find the time to stir up trouble?"
That's right!
It would be best if he could negotiate with the Nether River Patriarch and the champions of the Green Hill Foxes along the way, turning weapons of war into gifts of friendship. After all, fighting and killing every day … was not good!
Moreover, if he didn't solve this problem, he would be on tenterhooks all day long. It would affect his sleep quality.
Jiang He thought about the last few words, but did not say them out loud.
Wang Hou could not help breathing a sigh of relief at that.
It was fine as long as they didn't cause any trouble.
Otherwise, he was afraid that he would be implicated and beaten to death.
He smiled and said, "If that's the case, how about we set off in a week? I've just ascended and need to stabilize my cultivation. Moreover, there might be other secluded cultivators around the world that need to be wiped out as well. "
"There's no telling how long it would take for me to return from this trip to outer space. I'm prepared to organize some of my cultivation insights from the Martial Scripture and impart it to others, so that some martial artists wouldn't take the wrong path."
"Moreover, I've come up with some ideas recently. I could create a few martial cultivation manuals for everyone to cultivate."
At this point, Wang Hou could not help but smile. After a pause, he continued, "Of course, my understanding of the neo martial arts system is not that profound. Even if I could create a cultivation method for the neo martial arts system, I would only be able to reach the ninth or tenth martial arts realm at most."
"That's already not bad."
Jiang He said, unfazed. "After all, your talent is excellent. How would others live if your talent in creating cultivation manuals is impressive as well?"
Wang Hou: "…"
You're talking about yourself, aren't you?
Having spent so much time with Jiang He, Wang Hou naturally knew what to say and what not to say … Jiang He would start showing off again if Wang Hou kept saying that, and he would only be adding to Wang Hou's troubles when the time comes.
Hence, he laughed out loud and said, "I just hope that the successors could innovate and create more martial cultivation manuals. That's the only way martial arts could blossom."
The two chatted for a while more.
When it was lunchtime, Wang Hou suggested treating Jiang He to lunch, but Jiang He rose to his feet and said, "I won't be eating for now. I'm going to the west tonight to see what the hell is the Western Pantheon … by the way, you mentioned that a Sufferance-tier cultivator from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect ran into a Divine Envoy of the Western Pantheon. What was the name of the Sufferance-tier cultivator? Where is he now? "
He asked about the general situation.
In a flash, Jiang He left the Martial Arts Department (MAD) headquarters in Jingdu City. Charging his Martial Yuan Spirit, it turned into a dark cloud that engulfed his physical body as he hurried on his way. The dark clouds rolled up in the skies, covering hundreds of miles in a flash.
Moments later, Jiang He appeared at the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
The Ten Thousand Swords Sect had long since conquered the area. They kept up with the times, even hiring someone to build a road that led directly to the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
Jiang He landed directly outside the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. He did not have to say a word, and several figures flew out of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. They were the six Heavenly Immortals led by Jin Sidao.
"You've come, Mister Jiang?"
Jin Sidao greeted him with a smile.
Jiang He knew that the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist and several True Immortals of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had left Earth twenty days ago, since they had visited Jiang He's house before they left.
As for the other immortal sects, demonic sects, daemon cultivators, and the many immortals who had returned to Earth, they had left around the same time period as well.
Jiang He cut to the chase without exchanging pleasantries with Jin Sidao, asking, "Does the Ten Thousand Swords Sect have a disciple named Wang Zhenren?"
Wang Zhenren …
The title 'Zhenren' was not an honorific given to the Sufferance-tier disciple.
His surname was Wang, and his given name was Zhenren. It was said that his master had given him the name when he picked him up from among the beggars.
"Wang Zhenren?"
Jin Sidao nodded and said, "There is such a disciple. He was once an inner elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and was Convergence-tier, but it had been less than four months since he reached Sufferance-tier."
"Of course, only Mahayana-tier cultivators have the right to be an elder of the sect now."
Jiang He understood with a start.
No wonder he had no impression of such a distinctive name.
He had met all the Sufferance-tier cultivators of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect before, and had helped all of them ascend up to full-fledged Sufferance-tier.
Still, he did not know many Convergence-tier cultivators.
"Summon Wang Zhenren. I have something to ask him."
Soon, Wang Zhenren flew to him.
He was a middle-aged man who appeared rather refined. He wore blue robes and carried two longswords, one green and one purple. His complexion was not good and his aura was a little weak, and he appeared a little reverent when he saw Jiang He. "Lord Jiang He," he said, trembling in fear.
Jiang He nodded and said, "Tell me about what happened to you in the west."
Wang Zhenren told him everything in detail. "I was in charge of scouring the oceans, and after searching for days, I was about to find a nearby city to rest when I realized that several powerful forces were hiding in the city."
The rest of the story was simple.
Wang Zhenren discovered the hidden elites, and so did those elites. After a brief exchange of blows, the self-proclaimed Divine Envoys of the Pantheon managed to injure Wang Zhenren, but did not kill him.
"They were not weak, and none of them would lose out to me. They definitely had the ability to kill me, but I could feel that they were very wary of the eastern cultivators."
Wang Zhenren could not help being amused at that.
"Oh?"
Jiang He appeared rather interested.
The Divine Envoys of the Pantheon …
And there were several of them?
Still, Jiang He's smile faded in the next instant as he turned to Jin Sidao and barked, "Jin Sidao, what are you doing as chieftain of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"
"A disciple of your sect was injured by a western cultivator and has yet to recover, and you're not avenging him?"
With that …
Grabbing Wang Zhenren, Jiang He said, "Come, take me to the west. I'll avenge you!"
Wang Zhenren appeared baffled, unable to react.
What … was going on?
Jiang He, on the other hand, had his own plans.
He could not go after the Pantheon of the West for no reason, could he?
At the very least, he should find an excuse!
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