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Di Xin looked at Shen Gongbao, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Why are you helping me?"

Shen Gongbao said:

"Because I am destined to meet Your Majesty."

"Because I cannot stand those rebellious people from Xiqi."

"Because I need to make a future in this great calamity of the Investiture of the Gods."

Di Xin remained silent.

He looked at Shen Gongbao, at that sinister yet calculating face.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

This person is not simple.

Although his cultivation level was not high, his luck was astonishingly strong.

And behind him stood the Chan Sect, and Yuanshi Tianzun.

If it can be used...

Di Xin nodded:

"it is good."

"I grant your permission."

"From this day forward, you shall remain in Chaoge."

"Serve me."

Shen Gongbao kowtows:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and stood to the side of the hall.

......

After the court session ended, Shen Gongbao stepped out of the main hall.

His dark blue Taoist robe billowed slightly in the wind, his face was sinister, and his eyes gleamed.

He looked up at the sky.

A purple aura filled the air, and golden light flickered in and out.

That is the destiny of the Jie Sect.

It is more than ten thousand times better than Chanjiao, Renjiao, and Xifangjiao.

Shen Gongbao's lips slowly curled into a smile.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding of the ways of the world.

"The Intercepting Sect..."

He murmured softly:

"Ten thousand immortals came to pay homage, and sages emerged in great numbers."

"More than a dozen Saint-level combatants."

Even the Dao Ancestor suffered a loss.

Even the Primordial Beginning bowed his head.

"The Tribulation of the Investiture of the Gods: Defeat of the Intercepting Sect?"

"No one would believe that."

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked away.

He took a step and walked towards Wen Zhong's residence.

Wen Zhong.

A third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect.

Disciple of the Holy Mother Jinling.

Cultivation level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Grand Tutor of the Shang Dynasty, a trusted minister entrusted with the care of the young emperor.

Emperor Xin's army was a pillar of the imperial court.

This is the person Shen Gongbao truly wants to see.

Wen Zhong's Residence

The stone lions stand majestically in front of the gate, while the vermilion gate remains tightly closed.

Shen Gongbao stood below the steps, his hands behind his back.

He did not rush in.

Just wait quietly.

Take a breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

"Squeak..."

The gate slowly opened.

A figure stepped out of the threshold.

He was tall and strong, with a resolute face.

Divine light flickered within the three eyes.

Wen Zhong.

He stared at Shen Gongbao, his eyes filled with scrutiny.

"Shen Gongbao?"

The three words fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Shen Gongbao bowed slightly:

"Grand Tutor Wen."

Wen Zhong looked at him, his gaze slightly narrowed.

"What brings you to my residence?"

Shen Gongbao raised his eyes and looked at that resolute face.

One word at a time:

"This humble Taoist has come to seek refuge."

Upon hearing the four words, Wen Zhong was taken aback.

cast?

What to bet on?

Did he submit to Wen Zhong?

Or should we join the Jie Sect?

His expression remained unchanged, but a hint of coldness flashed in his three eyes.

"cast?"

"You are a disciple of the Chan Sect, a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun."

"Coming to join my Jie Sect?"

"Shen Gongbao, do you take me for a three-year-old child?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Shen Gongbao's expression remained unchanged.

He looked at Wen Zhong, at those cold, piercing eyes.

The smile on his lips deepened even further.

"The Grand Tutor is right."

"I am a disciple of the Chan Sect, and a disciple of the Primordial Heavenly Venerable."

"But so what?"

He paused, his voice turning deep:

"Grand Tutor, do you know what kind of life I lead in the Chan Sect?"

Wen Zhong remained silent.

Shen Gongbao continued:

"The Primordial Heaven values ​​lineage more than virtue."

"Those with good backgrounds are given more respect even if their talents are mediocre."

"Those with poor backgrounds are inferior to others, even if they are naturally intelligent."

"I am a leopard who has attained enlightenment, a creature with fur and horns."

"Within the Chan Sect, they are at the very bottom."

Even if one's cultivation level is higher than that of those fellow disciples with better backgrounds, one must still be humble and obedient.

Even if one's achievements surpass those of fellow disciples with better backgrounds, one must still swallow one's pride and remain silent.

Even if you are more talented than your fellow disciples who have better backgrounds, you should still keep your talents hidden.

"Grand Tutor, tell me, why should I, a humble Taoist, be loyal to such a sect as Chan?"

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Wen Zhong remained silent.

He looked at Shen Gongbao, at that sinister yet stubborn face.

Thoughts raced through my mind.

What this person said is true.

The Primordial Heaven values ​​lineage and disregards virtue.

This is something known to everyone throughout history.

Those with good foundations among the disciples of the Chan sect include Guangchengzi, Chijingzi, and Yunzhongzi.

Even if one's cultivation level is not high, one is still regarded as a direct disciple.

Those with poor foundations, such as Shen Gongbao, and those third- or fourth-generation disciples.

No matter how talented they are, they are still considered outsiders.

To be inferior to others, to be a head shorter than others.

There will never be a chance for them to get ahead.

"So you've come to join the Jie Sect?"

Wen Zhong spoke, his voice still cold.

Shen Gongbao nodded.

"Yes."

"The Jie Sect teaches without discrimination, and all immortals come to pay homage."

"We don't care about your background, your origins, or your physical attributes."

"Only look at virtue, only look at character, only look at the heart of the Way."

"I am a follower of the Chan sect, and I will never have a chance to rise in rank."

"In the Jie Sect, perhaps there's still a chance to make a living."

As the words fell, a sense of relief washed over him.

Wen Zhong looked at him and remained silent.

a long time.

He spoke slowly:

"Aren't you afraid that I, the Grand Tutor, will capture you?"

"You were taken back to Jin'ao Island under the pretense of being a spy for the Chan Sect?"

"Given your status, Shen Gongbao, the Vice Master of Xuandu can see right through you with just one glance."

"If you are truly a spy, you are doomed."

Shen Gongbao smiled slightly upon hearing this.

The smile was faint, yet it carried a profound understanding that saw through everything.

"Grand Tutor, you won't."

The four characters fell with a resounding clang, like metal striking stone.

Wen Zhong's gaze narrowed slightly:

Why?

Shen Gongbao said:

"Because the Grand Tutor was a disciple of the Jie Sect."

"Because the Jie Sect teaches without discrimination."

"Because the Vice Leader of Xuandu never refuses those who sincerely come to him."

"I am a sincere follower, not a spy."

"If the Grand Tutor were to take me down, it would chill the hearts of all those who would come to him for refuge."

"That would damage the reputation of the Jie Sect."

"It is to dispel the idea of ​​joining the Jie Sect for those who, like me, have no future in the Chan Sect, the Human Sect, or the Western Sect."

"Grand Tutor, tell me, do you know how?"

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Wen Zhong remained silent.

He looked at Shen Gongbao, at that sinister yet sincere face.

The chill in my heart gradually dissipated.

This person is no ordinary individual.

He is meticulous and eloquent.

Moreover, he had a thorough understanding of the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, and the overall structure of the primordial world.

If such a person were to sincerely join the sect, the Jie Sect would gain another strategist.

If he is a spy...

Wen Zhong's eyes narrowed.

"Shen Gongbao".

He spoke, his voice calm.

"I, the Grand Tutor, will trust you this once."

"But you must understand that the Jie Sect is not the Chan Sect."

"The Deputy Master of Xuandu is not the Primordial Celestial Venerable."

"If you sincerely join us, the Jie Sect will treat you as their disciple."

"If you harbor ill intentions..."

He paused, his three eyes blazing with murderous intent:

"Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, the Jie Sect will not let you go."

The sound fell like an ancient, frozen ice.

Shen Gongbao was startled.

He looked at Wen Zhong, at those cold, piercing eyes.

A chill ran through me.

Wen Zhong truly lived up to his reputation.

Resolute, decisive, and ruthless.

Not angry.

"Grand Tutor, rest assured."

Shen Gongbao bowed deeply, speaking slowly and deliberately:

"I have come here with a sincere heart and have no other intentions."

"If there is even half a lie, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death."

The sound fell, like the clanging of metal and stone.

Wen Zhong looked at him and remained silent for a moment.

Then, he nodded slowly.

"it is good."

"I, the Grand Tutor, believe you."

"You shall wait here in the mansion."

"This Grand Tutor will immediately send a message to Jin'ao Island to report to the Vice Master of Xuandu."

"If the Vice Master agrees, you will become a disciple of the Jie Sect."

"If the Vice Leader doesn't agree..."

He paused, then didn't continue.

But Shen Gongbao knew.

If he is not allowed to comply, he will be a spy for the Chan Sect.

That would be a dead end.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor."

Shen Gongbao bowed deeply, making sure the greeting was complete.

Wen Zhong nodded and turned to step into the mansion.

Shen Gongbao stood at the foot of the steps, gazing at that imposing figure.

His eyes sparkled.

The Intercepting Sect.

Xuandu.

he came.

They risked their lives.

They gambled their future.

They risked everything.

If he could join the Jie Sect, he would be like a fish leaping over the Dragon Gate.

If not...

Shen Gongbao took a deep breath, suppressing the surging thoughts in his mind.

I looked up and gazed at the sky.

Looking towards Jin'ao Island.

The aura of fortune was as vast and boundless as the sea.

"Vice Master of Xuandu..."

He murmured softly:

"This humble Taoist priest sincerely wishes to seek refuge here, and hopes you will grant my request."