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Bei Shenfeng's gaze never left the teapot in Feng Zhi's hand, his face full of envy:

"Tsk tsk, you've got some nerve, kid! Even I, who's lived so many years, have only had this a few times in my entire life!"

He shook his head, his tone tinged with nostalgia:

"It was the Enlightenment Tea that the Jiang family sent when I took over as Holy Lord. I still remember it to this day; there were exactly nine pieces."

"Every hundred years, I would only take out a leaf to brew, and I would brew it repeatedly more than ten times until the Daoist essence inside completely dissipated before I would stop. I didn't even throw away the leaf after I finished drinking it."

Upon hearing this, Wang Batian couldn't help but speak up as well:

"Nine leaves is not a small number! The Enlightenment Tree of the Jiang family only sheds nine leaves every hundred years. The fact that they gave you nine leaves shows that you are quite important in the eyes of the Jiang family."

At this point, he muttered, "You still have nine pieces, and I don't even have one! And you're still complaining?"

Both of them heard Wang Batian's muttered words.

Kitakami paused for a moment, his expression suggesting something.

How dare you compare yourself to me, sir?

But before he could finish speaking, he gritted his teeth and said instead, "If you'd like some, I have one last piece left. I'll bring it over to you later."

Wang Batian waved his hand: "Forget it, keep yours. I'm not at the point where I have to fight with a junior for tea leaves."

Feng Zhi smiled after listening to their conversation, and then took out two small jade boxes and pushed them towards the two of them.

Wang Batian did not take it, but looked at Feng Zhi instead.

Bei Shenfeng's gaze fell on the jade box, and he frowned: "What is this...?"

Feng Zhi took a sip of tea and said, "It's not much, just a few leaves, a small token of my respect to you two."

Bei Shenfeng didn't immediately reach for it; after a while, he tentatively asked, "How much did the Jiang family give you?"

Feng Zhi waved his hand: "A box of ninety-nine tablets, take it. I'll keep enough for myself."

He has already used one-third of the Enlightenment Tea that the Jiang family gave him.

While at the Feng family's house, he left a copy for his parents, and before leaving, he forced a copy on Feng Yuan...

These are his closest relatives and protectors, so he naturally wouldn't be stingy with them.

He still has more than sixty pills left, enough for him to drink for a long time.

Upon hearing this, the old man was stunned, and his eyelids twitched incessantly.

"Huh?" Beishenfeng was stunned when he heard this. After he realized what was happening, he stopped being polite and quickly took the box.

But a moment later, as if he had thought of something, he looked at Feng Zhi strangely and said, "The Jiang family has given you all the weight of more than a thousand years..."

"Did you...sell your body to them? Or...did you become a live-in son-in-law?"

Feng Zhi's face darkened, and he glared at Bei Shenfeng through gritted teeth: "Give it back to me if you don't want it!"

Beishenfeng grinned, gripped the box tightly in his hand, and stuffed it into his sleeve. His movements were as fast as an old monster with thousands of years of hand speed.

"There's no reason to take back what's been given away. How can you be so insensible, child?"

He then unceremoniously picked up the teapot and poured himself another cup.

Wang Batian, who was at the head of the table, took the box and put it into his sleeve. He smiled and said, "Then I won't stand on ceremony with you."

Feng Zhi nodded.

Wang Batian didn't say anything more. He stood up and walked towards the back of the hall: "Alright, I'm going to get myself into peak condition. You guys chat."

The two bowed.

Wang Batian's footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Feng Zhi turned his gaze to Bei Shenfeng and asked a question he had wanted to ask ever since he returned:

"With this restoration of heaven and earth, how many of our holy land's ancestors will be able to break through to the Saint level?"

"Well..." Beishenfeng stroked his beard and thought for a while before speaking, "Not many. There are only a few who can truly maintain their peak condition to break through."

"Only a few?" This surprised Feng Zhi a bit; he thought there would be at least several dozen.

Bei Shenfeng knew exactly what the kid was thinking from his answer, and laughed and scolded, "I was talking about those who can still maintain their peak condition. If you include everyone, the number will naturally be more than that."

"How many ancestors do you think can break through to sainthood in the Holy Land? Most of the predecessors lying in the ancestral land are those who knew they had no hope of breaking through and whose lifespans were about to end, so they went in to sleep."

"They sealed themselves away not to wait for the world to recover and break through their cultivation levels, but so that when the Holy Land faces a great calamity, they could use their remaining bodies to deliver the final blow."

He suppressed the sorrow in his words, looked at Feng Zhi, and shook his head.

"The semi-saints you encounter on the road are the accumulation of the entire world over a long period of time, and they are not from the same force. They are either independent cultivators or patriarchs of certain forces."

At this point, his tone changed, and he let out a cold laugh:

"Furthermore, the reason why the Holy Land can pass on immortality is not because of the number of saints, but because of its foundation that can suppress everything!"

"No matter how many saints there are, can they defeat a saint king or a great saint? No matter how many great saints there are, can they withstand a single blow from an imperial weapon?"

Bei Shenfeng patted Feng Zhi on the shoulder: "You don't need to worry about these old-timers' matters right now. Take advantage of this once-in-a-generation revival of heaven and earth to improve your cultivation level and combat strength so you can cope with everything that comes next!"

After saying that, he walked outside with his hands behind his back, looking at the boundless and dazzling starry sky: "It's not just Ziwei Star that's being revived, but the entire universe is awakening together!"

"The Purple Star has produced nearly fifty great emperors throughout history! Therefore, it is called the Imperial Star by all the races of the starry sky! It has always been one of the centers of the universe!"

He paused for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "After this revival, its coordinates will reappear in the starry sky, and at that time, people from outside will descend."

"People from outside? All races?"

Bei Shenfeng nodded: "Yes, Ziwei Star is one of the oldest imperial stars in this starry sky. From mythology to ancient times to the desolate era, it has produced nearly fifty great emperors."

"This number ranks among the highest in the entire universe. This world has been silent for too long, so long that many people in the starry sky have almost forgotten the existence of this ancient star."

"Once the coordinates are revealed, countless people from various star systems will flood in. Some yearn for the legend of this imperial star, some want to return to their race, and some want to challenge the prodigies... but most of them are ill-intentioned."

When Feng Zhi heard this, he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, as if he had been amused by something.

"So they're here to steal things, huh? They've got some nerve! But it's fine, I want to see how it's different when I fight against a monster from the starry sky!"