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"Another little fox!" Seeing that Zhuge Qing wasn't falling for it, George sighed inwardly and withdrew the Tongtian Scroll. So things, af
"Another little fox!"
Seeing that Zhuge Qing wasn't falling for it, George sighed inwardly and withdrew the Tongtian Scroll.
So things, after all, needed a justifiable reason before they could be done. Without it, one couldn't act with a clear conscience.
If Zhuge Qing had given in to temptation and looked at the Tongtian Scroll, then it would have been decided—whether the Wu Hou Sect agreed or not, George could have directly searched Zhuge Qing's mories to obtain the technique.
In his eyes, if Zhuge Qing looked at the Tongtian Scroll, then him searching Zhuge Qing's mory for the cultivation thod would have been perfectly fair.
But if Zhuge Qing hadn't looked, then it wouldn't sit right with him to take such action.
Co to think of it, both Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing were rather unique individuals.
Wang Ye was a man of natural ease, with the pure heart of a child—his refusal of the Tongtian Scroll was truly free of greed.
Zhuge Qing, on the other hand, was a man of deep thought, one with ordinary human desires who felt greed toward the Tongtian Scroll, yet could restrain himself through reason and discipline.
In truth, George personally found Zhuge Qing's type even rarer.
Still, he preferred Wang Ye's type more, because he himself was similar to Zhuge Qing.
"All right, it's getting late. I'll head back for now. If you have any needs or results, you can contact at any ti."
George glanced at Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, then his figure flickered and vanished on the spot.
Early the next morning, he received a call from Zhuge Qing:
"Mr. Jin, my father would like to et with you. He's taking the morning flight and should arrive by noon."
"No need for that trouble. Have him wait at ho—I'll be there right after this call."
George hung up and imdiately Apparated away.
Over at the hotel, Zhuge Qing couldn't help but mutter to himself after hearing George's reply:
"No way… from Beijing straight to Zhejiang in an instant? That's over a thousand kiloters—too outrageous!"
Chinese Daoist arts also had teleportation techniques, such as the Fire Escape technique of the Huode Sect. Top experts could teleport over a thousand kiloters—but only if they had previously left behind a fire source.
There was also the Golden Escape Stream Light technique created by Master Jin Guang of Quanxing, which could teleport up to five hundred kiloters. However, it required pre-made talismans, consud massive energy, and had already been lost.
He also knew a little about foreign teleportation magic, and very few wizards could teleport between cities. The entire length of Britain from south to north was only about nine hundred kiloters.
"Father, Jin Baobao said he's coming directly to talk to you."
After hanging up, he imdiately called his father, Zhuge Gong. But before he could finish speaking, a familiar voice ca from the other end.
"This humble one, Jin Baobao, greets the head of the Zhuge family!"
"That was fast."
Zhuge Qing silently hung up the phone.
On the other side, Zhuge Gong set down his phone and laughed heartily:
"Truly, the waves of the Yangtze push the ones before them! Brother Jin's teleportation skill has really opened my eyes—to think you could co from Beijing to my Zhuge Village in the blink of an eye."
Yet inwardly, Zhuge Gong's heart grew solemn.
It seems it wasn't an exaggeration—this Jin Baobao's strength is truly unfathomable. I'll need to watch my words later.
Originally, he had so doubts about Jin Baobao possessing power on par with the Old Heavenly Master. After all, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
In fact, not only he, but all the major sects and families in the country held similar doubts. Most of the hype ca from the younger generation, putting Jin Baobao on equal footing with the Old Heavenly Master.
In truth, after seeing the Tianxia Society swallow the Wang family, many suspected that Wang Ai and the Wang family's masters were not killed by Jin Baobao alone, but that there had been hidden experts from Tianxia assisting.
But now, seeing Jin Baobao appear at the very heart of Zhuge Village's ancestral ho after teleporting over a thousand li, face calm and breathing steady, Zhuge Gong knew—whether or not he equaled the Old Heavenly Master, Jin Baobao was undoubtedly among the top tier of experts.
The Wu Hou Sect was renowned for its Qin arts. Zhuge Village itself was covered in Qin formations from the outermost edge to the innermost core.
Even the Old Heavenly Master couldn't bypass those formations without permission and appear directly inside the ancestral hall without warning.
"Patriarch Zhuge flatters —it's just a minor trick, nothing compared to the exquisite Qin arts of the Wu Hou Sect."
George smiled and cupped his hands.
Complints were like carrying a bridal sedan chair—everyone liked them, especially the great and prestigious sects, who valued face above all else.
If you publicly embarrassed them, even if they wanted the Tongtian Scroll, they would insist on a fight first. There was no need for that.
Still, to ensure the deal went smoothly and prevent the other side from making excessive demands, a little show of dominance was necessary.
Having searched the minds of so many adepts, George naturally knew the Wu Hou Sect's address in Zhuge Village, Zhejiang.
He could have simply teleported to the village entrance, sent word to the patriarch, and then entered under the guidance of a Wu Hou disciple.
Instead, after teleporting to the village entrance, he extended his spirit to cover the entire village, located Zhuge Gong, and skillfully bypassed the Wu Hou Sect's formations to appear directly before him.
This way, he displayed both his sincerity and his strength.
You ca all the way to Beijing to visit . To show my respect, I ca to you first from Beijing—just a bit more directly than most.
Zhuge Gong, like Zhuge Qing, was sharp—though even more experienced and shrewd. The mont he saw George, he understood the ssage.
So, though his mind was racing, he appeared outwardly warm and welcoming.
"I assu Patriarch Zhuge has been told the details of the deal by Zhuge Qing. What are your thoughts?"
Once they were seated, George placed a copy of the Tongtian Scroll on the table, making it clear that if Zhuge Gong agreed, he could take it imdiately.
Zhuge Gong narrowed his eyes slightly.
"The Tongtian Scroll is indeed a formidable Daoist technique, but our Wu Hou Sect specializes in Qin arts. We've done little research into talismans."
"I promise that after I learn the Zhuge family's Qin arts, I will never pass them to anyone outside this world—including my own descendants. Once you have the Tongtian Scroll, as long as you don't share it beyond your clan, there will be no problem."
Before the Zhuge family's attendants could serve tea, George waved his hand, conjured two steaming cups, and leisurely took a sip from one.
Zhuge Gong raised an eyebrow at his words. He hadn't expected Jin Baobao to vow not to pass it even to his descendants—that was genuinely surprising.
What he didn't know was that George only wanted the Wu Hou Sect's Qin arts as preparation for later learning the Fenghou Qin. And when George said "this world," he wasn't referring to other worlds.
In the future, once he mastered and rged the Wu Hou Qin with the Fenghou Qin, the resulting art would be sothing entirely new—far stronger—so he didn't care about such conditions.
"Oh, and I heard that your sect's Samadhi True Fire hasn't been mastered by anyone for hundreds of years. If I can master it, I can promise to teach Zhuge Qing and help him comprehend it."
"This deal—we'll make it!"
Upon hearing that last sentence, Zhuge Gong no longer hesitated. He slapped the table in agreent.
(End of Chapter)
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