Hai Yunfan really didn't want to do it anymore.
It was not that he was dissatisfied with the secretary position. In fact, as a cultivator from the royal family, Hai Yunfan's recognition of the secretary position was far higher than that of ordinary people.
His spirit root qualification was not the best. After the Immortal Gathering, Lingjian School recommended him to Ten Thousand Arts Sect for this reason. Later on, his prospects for development in Ten Thousand Arts Sect were indeed better. However, compared with the lead disciples like Zhan Ziye and Wang Lu, the gap was like the difference between cloud and mud.
Hai Yunfan knew that it was difficult for him to reach the end of the path of immortal cultivation. He even deduced his own future and concluded that he would most likely be stuck in the Yuanying Stage to Deity Stage. If he was lucky, he could probably reach the middle-level Deity Stage. If he wanted to go further, he could only resign himself to fate.
Such an achievement was certainly not bad. Even in Ten Thousand Arts Sect, it could be regarded as outstanding. However, compared to his current work, what was it?
Although he was just working for Daoist Master King Pill, the status of this King Pill was no less than that of a Supreme in the general sense. He might not be as good as the Sect Leader of those high-rank sects, but even the Elders of ordinary sects had to be polite to Wang Lu. To be the secretary of such a person was something that many Daoist Masters of Deity Stage were eager to do.
Because Wang Lu's power was too great, the resources that Wang Lu could use were almost as much as all the resources of a high-rank sect. Even if he went through the formal channel, the remaining resources were also enviable, let alone Wang Lu's informal channel.
Of course, the reason why he went through the informal channel for reimbursement of resources was not for his own selfishness — Wang Lu's Non-Phase Method and Primal Chaos Heaven Splitting Sword didn't need much resources, which could be supplied by Lingjian School itself — but there were many ideas about the Grand Competition that were difficult to do in a formal way. Therefore, he could only intercept the resources and invest in the experiment himself.
Wang Lu did not care much about the power and efficiency of the chief planner of the Grand Competition Organizing Committee, but most people definitely cared about it. In immortal cultivation, wealth was the first, and most people's wealth was definitely not enough. Even among the Five Uniques of the Wanxian League, only the Sect Master, Head Disciple, and some of the higher-ups of the Wanxian League were not restricted in terms of resources. Although the cultivation of the other ordinary Elders was not low, they still had to work hard if they wanted resources.
Wang Lu's power was astonishing. As his personal secretary, if Hai Yunfan wanted to operate, the benefits he would receive would naturally be indescribable … During this period of time, there was an endless stream of people from various sects asking him to do things for them. Even his wife, Ye Feifei, could not bear it.
But he really didn't want to do it now.
It wasn't that the treatment wasn't good enough, but that he felt that he wasn't capable enough. He couldn't keep up with the pace of his superiors and was too ashamed to continue enjoying the special treatment.
Wang Lu's pace of doing things was too fast.
One moment, he was still slacking off in his study room, and the next moment, he decided to leave the City of Immortals and talk to Xuan Mo … This guy really didn't think of himself as a leader. He didn't do the work at hand, nor did he make an appointment to meet with Dixian. He just ran away like visiting.
If it were someone else, this general who contacted Dixian's side in private at will would be arrested and interrogated to see if there was any act of betrayal. Fortunately, he was Wang Lu, so the possibility of him defecting to the enemy was not high. However, from a procedural point of view, his private contact was no different from a mutiny.
Therefore, in order to reduce trouble, someone needed to make this kind of irregular behavior in line with the procedure — this person, of course, could not be anyone else but his secretary, Hai Yunfan.
Completing all kinds of procedures for Wang Lu had already given Hai Yunfan a big headache. What was more troublesome was that Wang Lu was too difficult to serve. He completely refused to understand the hard work of his subordinates. As soon as he left, he came back and called Hai Yunfan.
"Let's go together."
Hai Yunfan immediately became anxious. "You're going to see Dixian, why do you call me?"
Wang Lu curiously said, "You're too sloppy as a secretary. How can a leader go out without a secretary?"
"If I go, who will make up the procedures for you?" Hai Yunfan tried to argue.
Wang Lu waved his hand. "Write a letter to Supreme He Tu and ask him for help."
"Damn, do you really think you're the illegitimate son of Supreme He Tu? You want other people to help you with this kind of thing? "
Wang Lu looked at Hai Yunfan, shook his head, and sighed. "Little Hai, you've become so boring after getting married. You might as well get divorced."
Hai Yunfan was so angry that he wanted to laugh. "You sound like I betrayed you by getting married."
"Pfft, hahaha!" Wang Wu laughed without caring about her image. "Sure enough, there's an affair! Let me publicize it! "
Wang Lu was too lazy to pay attention to this woman. At the same time, he also saw that Hai Yunfan couldn't stand the toss. "If you want to stay, then stay. If you don't cherish this kind of good job, then all you have left in this life is to wash diapers for children."
Then, without calling Hai Yunfan, he pulled Wang Wu out of the City of Immortals and came to the bright river of stars.
Today's group of immortal tombs seemed to have only one core content, the City of Immortals. The Grand Competition had attracted too many people's attention, but in fact, the basic function of the group of immortal tombs was still there. Countless small worlds rose and fell in the river of stars, swallowing the massive spiritual energy of Nine Regions.
Similarly, there were many cultivators looking for immortal affinity in these small worlds. The Grand Competition was indeed the current theme of Nine Regions, but many people who could not participate in the competition had to have their own cultivation.
It was not the first time for Wang Lu to come here. He stopped in front of the whirlpool of stars for a moment and recalled the coordinates that he vaguely remembered when he went to Heavenly Earth in the past. He then stretched his hand forward to go deep into it.
However, at this time, a voice suddenly rang out behind him.
"Wang Lu, what are you doing here?"
Coincidentally, the person who came was Xuan Mo. Wang Lu looked back and smiled. "I'm looking for you."
Xuan Mo sighed. "Do you look for people by breaking into the door? Don't you know it's dangerous? "
Wang Lu said, "Did you bury a landmine in front of your house? Is this the trendy decoration style of Dixian? "
"… In short, why are you looking for me?" While saying that, Xuan Mo looked at Wang Wu with a slightly vigilant look. Then, he also reached out and stirred the whirlpool of stars. A dragon's roar came from the whirlpool of stars, and then his eyes suddenly opened up. It was the familiar Heavenly Earth.
Wang Lu laughed, turned to his Master and said, "Pay up."
Wang Wu looked unhappy. "I can't believe this guy didn't move."
How smart was Xuan Mo? As soon as he frowned, he realized that the two of them were betting on whether he would move or not after his Resuscitation. He was immediately speechless. "You guys … still have the leisure to do these things?"
Wang Lu said, "I'm just taking a break from being busy. Moreover, this time, I have something important to discuss with you." As he said that, he walked into Xuan Mo's side of the world.
Seeing that Wang Lu was so generous, Xuan Mo had a slightly favorable impression in her heart.
After a few months, Heavenly Earth didn't seem to have changed much. The situation of men and women being separated was no different from when Wang Lu left. However, of course, this was not because Xuan Mo still insisted on extreme sexism, but because she didn't have much interest in running her own side of the world. For her, this place was like a palace with no people.
"What's the matter?" The place where Xuan Mo received Wang Lu and Wang Wu was the highest heaven of Heavenly Earth. It was a magnificent but secluded and deserted hall.
As the host, Xuan Mo served fragrant tea to the two guests and asked about the purpose of their visit.
Wang Lu also went straight to the point. "This time, how are you going to fight in the group battle of Huashen level?"
Xuan Mo was silent for a long time. "Are you kidding?"
Running to someone's home to ask such confidential questions, did he want her to be suspected by her companions?
Wang Lu said, "I want to know, do you want to seriously determine the winner or the loser, or do you want to seriously determine the life and death."
Xuan Mo then realized what Wang Lu really wanted to ask.
"… From my point of view, of course, this battle is only about the winner and the loser, not life and death. And the others don't have different opinions at the moment. "
This answer was, of course, relatively optimistic, but Wang Lu was not satisfied. "Aren't you the leader? Do you need to be so careful with your words? The person who made the decision was not you? "
Xuan Mo said, "You should have seen that it was not me a long time ago."
Wang Lu nodded. "It's good that it's not you. Strictly speaking, I quite like you, and I don't want to count that account on you."
Xuan Mo didn't care much about Wang Lu's love, but he was a little sad about the account he said. "Black didn't do that on purpose."
Wang Lu smiled and said, "Is it because of a slip of the tongue? Whether it was intentional or not, everyone knows it. "
Xuan Mo was silent for a while and then said, "I'm sorry."
"You didn't make the decision, so what's the use of apologizing?"
Xuan Mo was a bit tired. "That's right … But Black has given up that plan, and it should not happen again in the future. In the face of the Fallen Immortals, we should work together. "
"That's right. That's why I wonder what the person who made that decision was thinking." Wang Lu seemed a bit reluctant. "Cutting the Gordian knot is a reasonable theory. If you can win with an overwhelming advantage, the internal friction will be smaller than a stalemate. But there is more than one theory that makes sense. Why choose the riskiest one? Didn't he think about the consequences of the backlash from the Wanxian League if the morale is not suppressed? "
"Black, he … is indeed such a person." Xuan Mo said, "He only asks for the result and rarely considers the side effects. As for the backlash … Before that game, no one thought that you would do it so ruthlessly. "
Wang Lu smiled and said, "I did it so ruthlessly? It's not your Dixian's turn to say that. I only killed two people, but the number of people in your hands is at least ten times that. But, let's not talk about the first thing first. Is it convenient for you to tell me the story of Black in detail? "
Xuan Mo obviously didn't want to say too much, but Wang Lu put down the teacup, looked at her attentively, and then said a sentence.
"I don't trust Black, so I won't trust others who trust Black. On the basis of this distrust, it's difficult for me to do it properly. You said that you have given up the killing plan, but your words don't count. I can't trust you. "
Xuan Mo was suddenly in a dilemma because what Wang Lu said was very reasonable, so she could not refute it at all.
If it were someone else, they would probably turn a deaf ear to Wang Lu's threat, but Xuan Mo would not.
Especially when there was still Wang Wu standing behind Wang Lu.
"… I understand. About Black, I'll give you a brief explanation."
However, this made Xuan Mo a bit embarrassed.
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