Half a month quickly passed. At Long Feng’s residence in Flying Dragon Garden, Wang Changsheng, Long Feng, and a voluptuous woman in a golden skirt sat in a green stone pavilion, discussing artifact refining techniques.
“I didn’t expect that Fellow Daoist Wang is not only proficient in artifact refining but also in puppetry,” the woman in the golden skirt said, surprised, with a face full of admiration.
Her name was Huang Qianqian, a mid-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal from the Demon Race.
The Demon Race is a subsidiary race of the Monster Race, known for their formidable strength. They mainly operate in the Monster Race’s territory, with very few high-level demons in human territories.
“Madam Huang, you flatter me,” Wang Changsheng said meaningfully. “When it comes to proficiency, I cannot compare to you. You sent a puppet clone; was your true body unable to come?”
He had mastered the Law of Soul; the strength of a puppet’s soul differed from that of a real person.
“What! This time, it’s a puppet clone? Madam Huang’s puppetry has become even more exquisite; I didn’t even notice,” Long Feng exclaimed in surprise.
Huang Qianqian chuckled and said, “Fellow Daoist Long’s mind is entirely on artifact refining, so why would you notice such small details? Fellow Daoist Wang has mastered the Law of Soul, so it is indeed difficult to hide anything from him. My true body is occupied, so a clone coming is just as good.”
“Madam Huang refined a fourth-grade Immortal Puppet into a clone, which is quite rare. However, wouldn’t doing so affect yourself?” Wang Changsheng said.
To refine a fourth-grade Immortal Puppet into a clone, the divided soul must be strong enough. Even if a Great Luo Golden Immortal’s soul is powerful enough, splitting off a large portion of it would make it difficult to cultivate it back to its original strength.
“Fellow Daoist Wang, you might not know this, but Madam Huang possesses the Thousand Soul Physique, so her soul is exceptionally powerful. Combined with high-level soul cultivation techniques, it’s naturally not a problem. Other fellow daoists who wish to refine an Immortal Puppet into a clone would need to split off a significant portion of their soul, and the difficulty of recovery would be too high, so there’s no need to do so,” Long Feng explained.
Huang Qianqian’s true body had not been able to cultivate an immortal physique, so she refined a fourth-grade Immortal Puppet into a clone. This fourth-grade Immortal Puppet had many rare materials integrated into it, allowing it to withstand top-grade immortal artifacts. However, it could not withstand top-grade immortal artifacts that had primordial spiritual treasures integrated into them.
Wang Changsheng suddenly understood. So that was how it was.
Long Feng took out a red, shimmering formation plate, activated a spell, and frowned, a displeased expression on his face.
“Fellow Daoist Wang, that young fellow Long Xiang has something for you. Is it convenient for you to go?” Long Feng said.
He had been having a pleasant conversation with Wang Changsheng when Long Xiang contacted him, looking for Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng nodded and agreed.
During this period, he had attended many gatherings of Great Luo Golden Immortals and met numerous cultivators of that level, most of whom were from the Monster Race. Many Great Luo Golden Immortals asked Wang Changsheng for help with artifact refining, but he politely declined most requests, only taking on five orders. In exchange, he acquired a significant amount of cultivation resources, including a Nine-Turn True Dragon Fruit tree and a Sky Dragon Tea tree, both of which would require many years of cultivation.
Just as Wang Changsheng stepped out of Flying Dragon Garden, a tall young man in a blue shirt quickly approached and politely said, “Senior Wang, please follow me.”
Wang Changsheng nodded and followed the blue-shirted young man forward.
They hadn’t walked far when Immortal Monarch Beihan and a slender woman in a red dress walked towards them.
Wang Changsheng had seen Immortal Monarch Beihan’s portrait and recognized him instantly, but he did not know the woman in the red dress.
Immortal Monarch Beihan had also seen Wang Changsheng’s portrait, but the two did not know each other personally.
“Senior Lin, Senior Xu.” The blue-shirted young man bowed, and from his words, it was clear he knew both of them.
“You must be Immortal Monarch Taihao! I’ve long heard of your esteemed name. I am Immortal Monarch Beihan.” Immortal Monarch Beihan introduced himself.
“So it’s Fellow Daoist Lin. I’ve heard much about you,” Wang Changsheng said politely.
“Let’s chat later when we have time.” After saying this, Immortal Monarch Beihan left with the woman in the red dress.
After arriving at Long Feng’s residence, Wang Changsheng asked the blue-shirted young man, “Do you know that female cultivator? Why don’t I recognize her?”
“Is Senior referring to Senior Xu?” the blue-shirted young man asked.
“Precisely.” Wang Changsheng nodded, thinking there were too many Great Luo Golden Immortals in the Immortal Realm for him to know them all.
“Senior Xu is the Vice Pavilion Master of the Soul Severing Pavilion. She rarely attends celebrations, and her reputation isn’t widely known, so it’s perfectly normal that Senior Wang doesn’t recognize her,” the blue-shirted young man replied.
“Soul Severing Pavilion!” An expression of sudden realization appeared on Wang Changsheng’s face.
He had naturally heard of the Soul Severing Pavilion; it was an organization as renowned as the Yama Palace. However, the Yama Palace had a longer heritage. The Soul Severing Pavilion’s operations were similar to the Yama Palace, being an assassin organization with multiple Great Luo Golden Immortals overseeing it, boasting numerous experts.
Wang Changsheng arrived at a secluded small courtyard with green tiles and saw two men and two women sitting in a green stone pavilion, sipping tea and chatting. Two of them were Long Xiang and Long Bing, along with a tall, burly man in a green shirt and a voluptuous woman in a purple dress.
“Fellow Daoist Wang, let me introduce you. This is Fellow Daoist Li and Madam Li. They have long admired you and asked me to introduce you,” Long Xiang said enthusiastically.
“So it’s the Azure Mist Immortal Couple. I’ve long heard of your esteemed names,” Wang Changsheng said, cupping his fists.
The Azure Mist Immortal Couple had already advanced to Great Luo Golden Immortal status more than seventy million years ago.
“Speaking of esteemed names, Fellow Daoist Wang, yours truly is the esteemed one. We cannot compare to you and Madam Wang,” the green-shirted man’s voice boomed.
He was Qing Hongzi, a late-stage Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Long Xiang invited Wang Changsheng to sit, and the five of them chatted leisurely over tea.
During their casual conversation, Wang Changsheng learned that Qing Hongzi had cultivated a peak immortal physique. He said, surprised, “Fellow Daoist Li has cultivated a peak immortal physique. Truly, a great reputation is well-deserved.”
The Azure Mist Immortal Couple came from humble rogue cultivator origins, so cultivating a peak immortal physique was indeed impressive.
“Speaking of which, Fellow Daoist Long deserves great credit for my ability to cultivate a peak immortal physique. He helped me divine my fortune, calculating that I had a great opportunity. Only by finding that great opportunity was I able to cultivate this physique,” Qing Hongzi said.
“Fellow Daoist Long?” Wang Changsheng was slightly startled and looked at Long Xiang.
“Fellow Daoist Li is referring to my grand-uncle, not me,” Long Xiang explained.
Wang Changsheng suddenly realized and said, “I thought Fellow Daoist Long was also a diviner.”
“Speaking of divination, we heard that Immortal Monarch Jiugong is proficient in divination techniques. I wonder if we could ask for his help in divining an opportunity?” Qing Hongzi said politely, his face full of anticipation.
“Divining an opportunity? That would depend on Fellow Daoist Li’s compensation. Our Wang family is not lacking in ordinary items,” Wang Changsheng said.
“No problem, no problem. As long as Fellow Daoist Wang is willing to help, the compensation will surely satisfy him.” Qing Hongzi showed delight. He thought of something and said, “I heard from Fellow Daoist Long that Fellow Daoist Wang is proficient in artifact refining. Could you possibly help repair a set of treasures?”
He had initially been somewhat skeptical of Wang Changsheng’s artifact refining skill, but learning that even Long Xiang sought Wang Changsheng’s help dispelled his concerns.
“Fellow Daoist Li, could you take it out for me to see?” Wang Changsheng asked.
Qing Hongzi nodded and took out two rings, one gold and one silver, their surfaces covered with numerous fine cracks.
“These treasures are called the Two-Form Rings. They have primordial spiritual treasures integrated into them, and I obtained them from the Immortal Chaos Tomb. They are quite damaged. I have collected some materials, but I’m unsure if they are enough to repair this set of treasures,” Qing Hongzi said, taking out a green storage bracelet and handing it to Wang Changsheng.
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