In the guest hall of the Purple Mansion.
Yang Zhao held the teacup in his hand, a smile on his face, a modest expression, and the appearance of a gentle gentleman.
However, the prime minister of a gentleman does not necessarily have to do the things of a gentleman.
Ever since Yang Zhao's ambition grew, his actions had unconsciously carried a hint of kingly might.
The way of the king is the sage inside, and outsiders cannot get it.
Facing Yang Zhao's seemingly gentle but actually distant smile, Wei Yixiao felt bitter in his heart.
The two of them might be members of the Ming Cult.
But in reality, although Yang Zhao was called the 'Young Cult Master' in the past, like the Left and Right Messengers and the Four Guardian Kings, no one had ever taken Yang Zhao seriously.
Now that Wei Yixiao was begging Yang Zhao, he didn't even know how to say a few words to get close to him.
Both sides stared at each other for the time it took to brew a cup of tea.
In the end, it was Taitish who broke the awkwardness between the two parties."Husband, Third Brother and I are as close as brothers. Now that Third Brother Wei is suffering from the cold poison, I am also very heartbroken.”
"Please give me a wooden peach to preserve the friendship between me and Third Brother Wei.”
Taitish was an extremely intelligent woman.
This is the so-called cast peach wood, in return for Qiongyao.
This was Taitish subtly reminding Wei Yixiao that it was time to make her stance clear.
At the same time, Taitish's words seemed to be pleading for Yang Zhao's life, but in reality, it also gave Wei Yixiao a chance to open his mouth.
Taitish was the purple-robed dragon king and Wei Yixiao was the green-winged bat king.
They were both Law Protectors, so if Wei Yixiao lowered his head after Taitish pleaded for mercy, he would not lose face.
Wei Yixiao was also a smart person. He immediately said,""Young Cult Master, please help me relieve the pain of the cold poison.”
"Old bat, I don't have any other abilities. I only have a seven-foot-tall body. I will go through fire and water for young cult master in the future.”
"Young Cult Master, please save me.”
After receiving Wei Yixiao's promise.
Yang Zhao lightly patted Taitish's little hand and casually pointed.
In an instant, scorching heat rose from hundreds of square meters in the entire reception hall.
On Yang Zhao's fingertip, a purple light circulated.
Then, the purple light turned into a divine light and entered Wei Yixiao's body like lightning.
Whether it was Wei Yixiao or Taitish, they were all shocked by this sudden scene.
Taitish was a Zongshi realm pinnacle expert while Wei Yixiao was a Zongshi realm intermediate expert.
When the two of them faced Yang Zhao's aura, it was as if they had encountered a ferocious beast, and they felt as if they were on the verge of death.
Especially Yang Zhao's casual finger.
Taitish and Wei Yixiao had clearly seen Yang Zhao's actions, but it was as if they had been ordered to do so. Facing that purple finger, they couldn't even think of avoiding it.
Grandmaster, or even stronger.
Sensing Yang Zhao's cultivation aura.
Taitish was fine. Although she had never asked Yang Zhao about his cultivation, the two of them were close and didn't care much.
On the other hand, Wei Yixiao was scared silly.
Before this, no one in the Ming Cult had taken the 'ordinary' and 'reclusive' young cult master seriously.
But now, he was already a top grandmaster in the martial arts world.
Moreover, he was an 18-year-old martial grandmaster that he had never seen before.
Wei Yixiao swallowed hard and carefully recalled his martial arts realm when he was 18 years old. Was it the middle stage of the Hou Tian Realm or the peak of the Hou Tian Realm?
Just as Wei Yixiao was in a daze.
In an instant, a purple light bloomed in his dantian and turned into warm pure Yang purple qi. It flowed through his meridians like a trickle.
This pure Yang purple qi.
Every time it circulated in Wei Yixiao's body, the cold poison in his body would dissipate a little.
A moment later.
Wei Yixiao felt warm all over his body. The bone-chilling feeling he had in the past was gone like the melting of ice and snow.
What replaced it was a feeling of numbness and itch in his bones, as well as a feeling of his blood boiling.
Nourishing the foundation, cleansing the marrow.
Instinctively, Wei Yixiao sat cross-legged and began to circulate his cultivation technique.
In just the time it took to brew a cup of tea, the bottleneck that had hindered Wei Yixiao for several years was broken. His cultivation advanced from Zongshi realm intermediate stage to Zongshi realm advanced stage.
Moreover, Wei Yixiao could clearly feel it.
With the nourishment of the pure Yang purple qi, his foundation was re-consolidated.
From then on, his cultivation would advance by leaps and bounds without any restrictions before the great grandmaster realm.
That was Zongshi realm pinnacle!
In the entire Ming Cult, there were only the Left and Right Messengers, the purple-robed girl, and the White-browed Eagle King.
Thinking of this…
After breaking through, Wei Yixiao didn't even have the time to stabilize his own cultivation. He directly flipped over and bowed towards Yang Zhao.
"Many thanks for the young cult master's promotion. From now on, this subordinate will be the young cult master's lackey and will do my best!”
The grace of achieving Tao should be the same as rebuilding Tao.
Wei Yixiao swore that he wasn't this devout even when he was facing the old cult master, Yang Dingtian.
Yang Zhao circulated the Heaven's Son Gazing at Qi Technique and swept it over.
Above Wei Yixiao's head, wisps of dotted lines gathered and condensed into a wisp of luck power, entering the luck power behind him.
First, 800 points of luck were transferred into his account.
Tens of thousands of points of Fate gathered.
Wei Yixiao was a late-stage Zongshi realm expert, and his luck was less than 1,000 points.
In the intelligence department under his command, there were 9 Xiantian Lords, 450 Houtian Lords, and nearly 5000 spies. In total, there were less than 100,000 Fate.
This wave represented that the Ming Cult's intelligence department had completely submitted to Yang Zhao.
It was very nice!
Especially for a person like Wei Yixiao, who was loyal to him.
Yang Zhao was in a good mood. Facing Wei Yixiao, who was paying his respects, he pointed again, and a purple light directly entered Wei Yixiao's forehead.
The Heavenly Star Attraction, the Spiritual God's teaching.
This was a technique Yang Zhao had developed from Taitish's Persian heritage.
What Yang Zhao passed to Wei Yixiao was an extract from the Divine Wheel Transcendence Scripture.
The Divine Wheel Transcendence Scripture was a summary of Yang Zhao's understanding of the Way of Spiritual Refinement, similar to a martial art principle of the Spiritual Martial Dao.
This section of martial arts theory could help Wei Yixiao deduce his own technique and improve it.
It was just like how Yang Zhao had used luck to deduce a simplified version of martial arts.
At the same time, it was also a spiritual restraint similar to the Life-Death Notes.
Once Wei Yixiao had any thoughts of betrayal…
Through the Divine Wheel Transcendence Scripture, Yang Zhao could easily detect the changes. He could even use the Spirit God as a guide to directly detonate Wei Yixiao's spirit and soul, turning him into an idiot.
This was the method of the Spirit-Refined Void State, which far surpassed martial arts and was close to the immortal level.
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