Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning.

Chapter 163 Token
Ling Weiyan, however, saw the potential in Chen Ming.

It is also rare to find a cultivator who has achieved success in the mortal world and survived a calamity.

If he doesn't have extraordinary talent, then he has good luck.

No matter which one it is, if they join Ling Weiyan's team, they can increase her foundation.

However, along the way, Ling Weiyan also realized that Chen Ming was not someone who would be under someone else's control for long, so she did not force Chen Ming to do anything.

As expected, Chen Ming said, "Thank you for your kindness, Fairy. I will consider this matter for a while!"

Having the Immortal Gate as your back is naturally a good choice.

But Chen Ming also saw clearly that he had not achieved the true immortal realm, and even if he joined the Shenxing Sect at this time, he would not get any benefits.

It would be a good deal if I could become a true immortal, then join the Chenxing Sect through Ling Weiyan and become the master of a secret immortal palace!
Naturally, Chen Ming would not speak out his thoughts.

After all, he had just condensed one golden flower, and there were still two tribulations to overcome. It was unknown when he would be able to achieve success.

At this moment, it is useless to speak out what is in your mind.

Chen Ming's choice was also within Ling Weiyan's expectations.

"I will soon go into seclusion to improve my own cultivation and also refine Yunxuzi."

"This is the token of the Frost Star Sword Palace. Take it!"

"The monks here have mixed origins, I don't care."

"If you can handle it properly, I will return the White Bone Jade Bottle to you when I come out of seclusion, and there will be another benefit."

After Ling Weiyan finished speaking, a token condensed in her hand, fell into Chen Ming's hand, and then disappeared.

Chen Ming couldn't refuse at all, he held the token in his hand, deep in thought!
Suddenly, Chen Ming was moved out of the main hall.

However, it was Ling Weiyan who was practicing in seclusion in the main hall and activated the protective formation.

When Chen Ming arrived outside the hall, he saw a group of monks swarming in.

The leading cultivator was already quite old, and his aura exuded that of a person at the Eternal Life Realm. However, Chen Ming did not sense any aura of the Three Calamities from him. He must have used a secret method to delay the outbreak of the calamity.

When the monk saw the token in Chen Ming's hand, his eyes suddenly turned red!

The token in Chen Ming's hand was the one that Ling Weiyan took from the cultivator and gave to Chen Ming.

Originally, Ling Weiyan was devoted to cultivation and didn't care about other things at all.

The monk holding the token was second only to the emperor and above everyone else in the Hanxing Sword Palace.

Everything here, as long as Ling Weiyan doesn't care, he has the final say.

Suddenly, the token was taken away by Ling Weiyan. The monk thought that something was going to happen and hurried to meet Ling Weiyan.

But as soon as he reached the main hall, he saw that the main hall was blocked by a formation and the token was in Chen Ming's hand.

The leading monk remained calm and was thinking about how to start the conversation.

But the monk behind him couldn't help but jump out and yelled, "Who are you? How did the token end up in your hands?"

"Hand it over quickly!"

"Although Immortal Wei Yan gave you the token, we are not convinced!"

Chen Ming smiled coldly and looked at the person who spoke.

The leading monk, seeing that the time was almost right, waved his hand to stop the monks behind him from shouting.

He said to Chen Ming: "My fellow Taoist, I am Zhong Tianming, a cultivator under the command of Immortal Wei Yan, and I have always been in charge of the token!"

"Although I don't know why Immortal Wei Yan trusts you so much and gave you the token."

"But, as you can see, everyone has a scale in their heart, and that's what the people want!"

"You just arrived at the Frost Star Sword Palace and you already have the token. I'm afraid you can't control it!"

Chen Ming's mind probed the token and he understood why these people came here eagerly, wanting to take the token back. This fairy palace was like a secret realm, where all kinds of spiritual objects could be produced.

Ling Weiyan has already achieved true immortality, and only practices swordsmanship, not magical powers.

Apart from the spiritual object that could enhance the sword in her hand, Ling Weiyan didn't care about other things as they were all in the treasure house.

However, with the token, one has the authority to use and distribute those spiritual objects.

The benefits are self-evident.

Over time, Zhong Tianming has regarded the Hanxing Sword Palace as a piece of fat meat in his mouth.

He used the output of the Hanxing Sword Palace to exchange for benefits with cultivators from other immortal palaces.

He even made friends with a few True Immortals because of this.

Zhong Tianming sometimes even felt that although he had not achieved immortality, he also had the authority of the Lord of the Immortal Palace!

Now that the token has been taken away, one can imagine the disappointment in Zhong Tianming's heart. He broke out in a cold sweat instantly and came to his senses, thinking that his good days were over.

Originally, he had some thoughts of apologizing to Ling Weiyan, but when he saw that the main hall was sealed and the token was in Chen Ming's hands, he thought that Ling Weiyan was still the same as before and didn't care about trivial matters.

Zhong Tianming immediately had evil thoughts and wanted to force Chen Ming to hand over the token.

As for Ling Weiyan, in Zhong Tianming's heart, she would not care about these trivial matters at all.

Moreover, in Zhong Tianming's perception, Chen Ming's cultivation level was only at the Wanshou Realm, which was equivalent to his own.

With so many monks behind him, he was not afraid of Chen Ming turning against him.

The token was not what Chen Ming wanted himself, but was given to him by Ling Weiyan.

If Zhong Tianming and the others could talk nicely, Chen Ming would probably have given him the token because he was afraid of trouble.
But when they came up with such threatening words and attitude, how could Chen Ming let him get his wish?

"Since Ling Weiyan asked me to handle it, I will handle it according to my own wishes!"

A smile suddenly appeared on Chen Ming's lips.

Chen Ming saw a lush green branch appear in his hand. He waved it gently, and the token in his hand paused. Then it flew out along with the five-colored divine light emitted from the branch.

"So that's how it is. I just arrived and Immortal Wei Yan gave me the token, so I didn't dare to refuse!"

"Let's return it to its original owner now!" Chen Ming said.

Zhong Tianming was relieved to see Chen Ming was so understanding. He smiled and said, "Daoyou is very understanding. You are a person trusted by Immortal Weiyan. When distributing spiritual objects, your share will definitely not be left out!"

As Zhong Tianming spoke, he reached out and caught the token flying over.

His spiritual sense probed into the token and was immediately struck.

A poisonous smoke spewed out from it, and in the smoke there were densely packed insects that drilled straight into his soul.

"Ah~"

Zhong Tianming screamed and used his magic power to expel the poisonous smoke and insects.

He suddenly felt pain in his hand and looked carefully. What he was holding was not a token at all!
It was clearly a bead of blood spinning around.

Smoke and poisonous insects continued to emerge from the blood bead.

After a while, Zhong Tianming was wrapped tightly.

Zhong Tianming had no power to resist at all. His flesh and blood were eaten away, leaving only a pile of bones.

The white bones were also covered by the devil insects, making a series of teeth-grinding sounds.

Seeing Zhong Tianming's miserable end, the monks around him immediately used their magical powers to retreat, fearing that the poisonous smoke and poisonous insects would contaminate them.

The blood bead rose up, emitting red light and spreading smoke, from which a strange hissing sound came.

"Whoever wants the token, I'll give it to him now." Chen Ming said lightly.

(End of this chapter)