Chapter 1924

That's far too bold!

Dong Tianbao nodded: "Exactly."

"What about the divine art and elixirs?" Zhang Junbao asked.

Dong Tianbao smiled: "Speaking of that, it's a long story…"

He then explained the chat group's matter.

For long-term cooperation, there's no need to keep hiding it anymore.

If we constantly suspect each other, the cooperation will surely run into trouble.

The Zhang Junbao of now is no longer that naive little monk atop Songshan; placed at the heart of power, it's no easy thing to keep him in the dark forever.

Zhang Junbao was stunned: "Other-world Zhang Junbaos really have legends of being incarnations of Zhenwu the Great Emperor?"

Dong Tianbao nodded: "Correct. Another Junbao took the Profound Heaven Patriarch as his master. Even if the real Zhenwu knew you now claim to be his reincarnation, it wouldn't matter—would he dare to punish you?"

"Just like me!"

"I call myself World Honored One—what if the Buddha found out? With the Immortals of the group backing me, what's a mere Buddha?"

Zhang Junbao felt his emotions rollercoaster wildly, unable to settle for a long time.

"Junbao, stay and help me!" Dong Tianbao invited. "Originally, I was supposed to send you to that Junbao Tianzun's world. But if you go, we may not meet again for many years. Besides, rather than ascending to the higher realms, why not we two brothers turn this world into a supreme one?"

"Isn't it better to have your own territory than to be a lone cultivator?"

Zhang Junbao listened, somewhat tempted…

Ascending to the higher realms means living under someone else's roof.

In this world, they are its masters.

Though this world is still weak, it belongs to them.

A golden nest, a silver nest—none compares to one's own doghole.

"Alright." Zhang Junbao looked up. "I accept. But what about Master?"

Dong Tianbao sighed: "Let's keep it secret for now. You know how rigid Master is—if he learned the truth, our plan would collapse."

Zhang Junbao fell silent for a while, then gave a slight nod.

"Come on, Junbao—I'll show you my celestial realm."

Seeing Zhang Junbao agree, Dong Tianbao was delighted, grabbing his hand: "Don't resist."

One moment his vision darkened; the next, it suddenly brightened.

The world before him had changed—he now stood upon a vast, endless plain.

The air here was fresh, saturated with primordial spiritual energy.

For Zhang Junbao, who cultivated the Primordial Pure Yang Art, stepping in felt like a fish returning to water—easy and comfortable.

"How is it?" Dong Tianbao asked.

Zhang Junbao marveled: "No wonder it's called an Immortal's celestial realm—it's truly eye-opening."

"You'll get one too!" Dong Tianbao extended his hand; a small teapot appeared. He handed it over: "Refine it with your true qi—you'll be able to grow spiritual herbs here and exchange them for credits. With credits, we can trade for divine scriptures or Great Luo Immortal arts."

"This… this is too precious," Zhang Junbao hesitated.

Dong Tianbao shook his head: "This isn't a gift from version 1.0. Grow herbs, pay me back in credits. Both these celestial realms were bought on loan."

"Then that's fine."

Zhang Junbao exhaled in relief.

Though he now knew of the chat group and that Tianbao's opportunities were rare, he felt no envy, nor could he accept such a precious gift without guilt.

But if it's a loan, that's another matter entirely.

The two discussed for a while in the celestial realm, settling on their future direction.

Lingshan will follow an elite path—no new recruits beyond the current Monk.

After all, too many monks mean no production, harmful to the world and its development.

The new dynasty will promote cultivation among all people, offering courses in spiritual herbs, arrays, and more.

In short, both deeply wished to transform this world into a world of cultivators.