Chapter 1107: Removing the

Wang Jianqiang nodded with a chuckle, "Then, Ancestor, do you think I am suitable for the position of Beast Taming Sect Master?"

Gui Yingjun glared, "Suitable? Remove the 'if', it is far too suitable."

"You wait, once this battle ends, I will definitely make that brat Wen Tiansheng get lost. He is not worthy of the Beast Taming Sect Master position; you are the one who should hold it."

"There is no need to be so rushed," Wang Jianqiang shook his head with a chuckle, "I am currently focused on cultivation and temporarily do not have the time to manage the sect."

"Although Brother Wen is a bit lacking, he is barely sufficient. Let him sit in this Sect Master position for the time being."

Gui Yingjun pondered for a moment and nodded earnestly, "That works. Whenever you want to take it, tell Ancestor, and I will make him vacate the seat for you immediately."

"Then, Ancestor, do you think the Beast Taming Sect is at a loss for having Long Er and Wen Ya follow me?" Wang Jianqiang added.

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting, you brat?"

Gui Yingjun frowned, "What loss or gain? How can one use loss or gain to describe one's own people?"

"Besides, you are the most outstanding Disciple of my Beast Taming Sect. For Wen Ya and Long Er to follow you is a blessing they have cultivated for a hundred lifetimes; they ought to follow you."

Wen Ya, Long Er:...

Wang Jianqiang smiled, "Ancestor is wise indeed."

Hearing this, Gui Yingjun also smiled.

A moment later.

He seemed to have finally reacted, looking at Wang Jianqiang, "Why did you suddenly come to the front lines?"

"How could you come to the front lines? How dangerous is that?"

"That turtle-grandson Wen Tiansheng, how dare he let our Beast Taming Sect's only Eighth-Rank Alchemist come to the front lines to take risks?"

"What if an accident happens?"

"Damn it, when I go back, I will definitely break his legs!"

Seeing Gui Yingjun turn from happy to angry, Wang Jianqiang hurriedly chimed in with a smile, "Ancestor, coming to the front lines was actually my own decision, it has nothing to do with Brother Wen."

Gui Yingjun glared, "That is still his dereliction of duty. That turtle-grandson knew you were an Eighth-Rank Alchemist and didn't personally escort you here. Just wait until I go back and break his legs."

"Ancestor, Ji Jie is escorting me, so there is no need for the Sect Master. Besides, the Sect Master not coming to the front lines is also to help me conceal my identity," Wang Jianqiang smiled.

Hearing this, Gui Yingjun's expression shifted, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right, that's right, your identity must not be exposed."

"Damn it, there are few good people in this Youzhou, we cannot let them work against you."

Seeing Gui Yingjun's anger shift away from Wen Tiansheng, Wang Jianqiang nodded with a chuckle.

He had already made a plan in his heart.

After returning, he must demand some compensation from the old fogey.

He had not only preserved the Sect Master's position for him but also saved his two legs.

Such a great favor, one cannot say it is worth risking one's life to repay.

But at least he should give some treasures, right?

Just then, Gui Yingjun suddenly looked at Wang Jianqiang with a gentle expression, "That, Jianqiang, you are now the great treasure of our Beast Taming Sect, you cannot take risks so casually."

"How about you leave the front lines first?"

Wang Jianqiang shook his head, "Ancestor, rest assured, I know what I am doing, there will not be any accidents."

"This~"

Seeing that Wang Jianqiang seemed determined to stay, Gui Yingjun opened his mouth, then nodded helplessly, "Fine, if you want to stay, that is fine, but remember, during the great battle, stay back whenever you can. Never take risks like you did before."

Wang Jianqiang nodded with a chuckle.

"Ancestor, rest assured, I understand."

As he spoke, Wang Jianqiang's expression shifted, "By the way, Ancestor, actually before coming to the front lines, I had already made arrangements..."

Next, Wang Jianqiang told Gui Yingjun about how he had given twenty Pills to Wen Tiansheng at once to sell to the Great Vehicle experts at the front lines.

Gui Yingjun reacted instantly, his expression grave as he said, "If that is the case, the upcoming battle will likely be the decisive battle between our Youzhou and the Sea Clan army!"

Wang Jianqiang nodded, then took out some Eighth-rank Intermediate Pills and presented them to Gui Yingjun.

"Ancestor, take these two types of Pills."

"They can keep you safer in the upcoming great battle."

Hearing this, Gui Yingjun looked at the Pills before him, and upon sensing the fluctuations of these Pills, his eyes lit up.

They were all Eighth-rank Intermediate Pills!

He could not help but laugh.

This is the feeling of having a high-level Alchemist in the family.

It is so satisfying!

Ever since the Beast Taming Sect's last Eighth-Rank Alchemist reached the end of their lifespan and passed away.

He had not experienced this kind of satisfaction of not having to worry about Pills for a long time.

"Good, good, good~, you are indeed sensible."

Gui Yingjun nodded with great joy, then, as if thinking of something unpleasant, his face darkened again.

He spat on the ground and cursed, "Unlike that turtle-grandson Wen Tiansheng, who knew you, this Eighth-Rank Alchemist, were one of our own, yet not only did he not tell me, he didn't even send me a single damn Pill."

"Is that so?"

Wang Jianqiang was surprised, "That shouldn't be. After I refined the first batch of Pills, I specifically instructed Brother Wen to send the Pills to you."

"Did he not send them?"

"Send them, my foot," Gui Yingjun was even angrier, "That turtle-grandson must have embezzled the Pills. I will definitely break his legs!"

"Ahem, Ancestor, please do not be angry."

Wang Jianqiang softly comforted Gui Yingjun, "It is not easy for Brother Wen to manage such a large sect. I reckon he had confidence in you, knowing your defensive power is strong and it is hard for anyone to kill you, so he didn't send the Pills."

"He was thinking of saving more resources for the sect."

Gui Yingjun was startled, then nodded thoughtfully, "Is that so? Then let us spare him for this once."

Hearing Gui Yingjun's words.

Wen Ya visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

In this short while, not only had the Sect Master nearly been stripped of the Sect Master position, but even their legs had been in danger several times?

She certainly did not believe the Ancestor was just saying it for show.

Since the Ancestor dared to say it in public, they could truly do it.

Thinking of this, she could not help but let a flash of gratitude cross her eyes as she looked at Wang Jianqiang.

Fortunately, Daoist Friend Wang interceded for the Sect Master.

Otherwise, the Sect Master would have been in a miserable state.

Ten days later.

The monthly deadline for the Pill delivery arrived.

Wen Tiansheng came to that great hall as usual.

The crowd, who had long been waiting in the great hall to compete for the Pills, swarmed forward one after another.

Seeing this scene, Wen Tiansheng laughed, "Daoist Friends, there is no need to be anxious; the Pills I have brought this time are more than enough."

The crowd was startled upon hearing this.

"Daoist Friend Wen, what you mean by 'more than enough'..."

"What does that mean?"

Someone could not help but ask.

Wen Tiansheng smiled faintly, "Exactly what it sounds like. You may buy as much as you wish; as long as you can afford the resources, I have Pills to sell!"

For the past two years or more, this was the first time everyone had heard Wen Tiansheng speak with such boldness, and for a moment, they did not react.

After the crowd fell silent for a moment.

They erupted into a frenzy.

Someone asked excitedly.

"Daoist Friend Wen, is this true?"