Chapter 1111: The Sorrowful Wen Tiansheng

"Very well, bring the twenty portions of resources. Oh, and for the Asura Magic Treasure, I want the Asura Blood Armor."

When Wen Tiansheng's voice came again.

Luo Ling's expression immediately turned several shades uglier.

Although the Asura Blood Sword and the Asura Blood Armor were both components of the Shura Set.

There was still a significant difference in their power.

The Asura Blood Sword focuses on slaughter, while the Asura Blood Armor focuses on defense.

But compared to the Asura Blood Sword, the Asura Blood Armor had another function, which was to amplify one's own cultivation.

If calculated by the value and power of a single piece, the Asura Blood Armor was even above the Asura Blood Sword.

He was silent for a moment, then his heart stirred.

A strange glint suddenly flashed deep in his eyes.

"Fine, I will trade with you."

As he spoke, he waved his palm, and two streams of light flew out.

One of the blood-colored streams of light transformed into a suit of blood armor in front of Wen Tiansheng.

After the radiance of the other stream of light dissipated, it transformed into a Space Ring.

Wen Tiansheng first took the Space Ring and inspected it.

The twenty portions of resources were exactly the right amount.

He flipped his palm, put the Space Ring away, and then his gaze fell upon the blood armor.

He examined it carefully.

"What a powerful Magic Treasure!"

His heart stirred, and he looked at Luo Ling nonchalantly, "You handed over this Asura Blood Armor so readily; you didn't tamper with this Magic Treasure, did you?"

Luo Ling sneered, "If you're afraid, you can refuse it."

"Afraid?"

"That word does not exist in my, Wen's, vocabulary."

After speaking, Wen Tiansheng's gaze fell back onto the Asura Blood Armor, and his Spirit Sense left his body and surged into it.

A moment later.

He did not discover any abnormalities, so he waved his palm and put the Asura Blood Armor away.

"What about the Pill?"

Seeing Wen Tiansheng put away both the Asura Blood Armor and the resources.

Luo Ling's eyes flashed, and he spoke indifferently.

"What's the rush? Given my, Wen's, character, would I really keep your Pill for myself?"

Wen Tiansheng curled his lips, waved his palm, and three Divine Martial Pills appeared in front of Luo Ling.

Luo Ling scoffed at Wen Tiansheng's words.

He ignored Wen Tiansheng.

After checking the pills, he put them away.

Then he looked at Wen Tiansheng coldly, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go."

After speaking, he left together with Meng Shan and another Supreme Elder of the Youyun Holy Land.

Watching the backs of the three as they left.

Wen Tiansheng finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After Wen Tiansheng left the main hall, he thought for a moment and walked toward the direction of Gui Yingjun's temporary residence.

Upon seeing Wen Tiansheng, Gui Yingjun immediately thought of his previous conversation with Wang Jianqiang.

He thought about how he hadn't told him in time that Wang Jianqiang was an Eighth-Rank Alchemist.

He thought about how he hadn't delivered the pills to him.

He thought about how he had actually let Wang Jianqiang go to the front-line battlefield to take risks...

"Damn you, Wen Tiansheng..."

Just as Wen Tiansheng bowed to Gui Yingjun with a respectful face, he was greeted by an angry curse.

Immediately afterward, he was pressed to the ground and given a rough thrashing.

Not long after.

Wen Tiansheng walked out of Gui Yingjun's residence with a composed demeanor, only compared to when he arrived, he now had a mask on his face.

"Greetings, Senior."

"Paying respects to Senior."

"Hello, Senior."

Along the way, although the people he met could not identify him, they could all feel the unfathomable aura on his body.

They all bowed respectfully one after another.

Wen Tiansheng nodded indifferently, responding to the greetings of the Cultivators in a nonchalant manner.

He was the very picture of an expert.

Until he reached a deserted corner, carefully observed his surroundings, and saw that no one was paying attention to this place.

He couldn't help but quicken his pace, walked into a patch of weeds, and took off the mask.

A bruised and swollen face was revealed.

At this moment, Wen Tiansheng's face, which was originally quite handsome, had long since become distorted, with deep blackness surrounding his pair of sunken eyes.

"What is the Ancestor going crazy for?"

"Why did he beat me up for no reason?"

He winced and rubbed his cheeks, his face full of grievance and confusion.

In daily life, although the Ancestor always kept talk of beating him on his lips.

The number of times he actually took action was not many.

Like this time, beating him so thoroughly...

It was the first time!

He racked his brains to think, and after a moment, his expression suddenly shifted.

Could it be because of that little punk Wang Jianqiang?

It must be.

Previously, the Ancestor had never harbored such great malice toward him.

During this period, among the Beast Taming Sect cultivators, only Wang Jianqiang, Xuan Ji, Long Er, Wen Ya, and Liu Yanran had come to the frontline battlefield.

Xuan Ji and Liu Yanran were only half-members of the Beast Taming Sect and could not affect the Ancestor's mood.

Wen Ya was so well-behaved, it certainly wasn't her.

Long Er had a slight possibility, but the probability was low.

The high probability was that little punk Wang Jianqiang!

It must be that the little punk said something to the Ancestor.

Otherwise, why would the Ancestor suddenly harbor such great malice toward him?

Thinking of this.

Wen Tiansheng gritted his teeth.

He wished he could rush in front of Wang Jianqiang immediately and make him experience the suffering he was currently enduring.

Immediately after, he suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head, and he instantly became calm.

Because he suddenly realized with sorrow...

He seemed unable to handle Wang Jianqiang anymore.

Wang Jianqiang's Spirit Transformation Stage cultivation was indeed that of a weakling to him.

But he was an Eighth-Rank Alchemist now!

If he beat him up.

What if he ran away?

What if he gave him a hard time and refused to perform Alchemy for him?

Furthermore...

Currently, he and Wang Jianqiang were still in a cooperative relationship, and Wang Jianqiang was still acting as his god of wealth...

Thinking of this.

The anger in his heart had completely vanished.

A real man knows when to yield and when to stand tall; wasn't it just a beating?

It didn't matter.

Let alone being beaten by the Ancestor, even if it were that little punk Wang Jianqiang who beat him, he would accept it!

At this moment.

His heart suddenly cleared, and a smile appeared on his face.

However, this smile had just appeared when the stretching of his facial muscles pulled at the injuries on his face, causing him to wince in pain.

His mind stirred.

He circulated the Spiritual Power within his body.

After a good while, he finally dispersed the power the Ancestor had left on his face and dissolved the stagnant blood.

The swollen face recovered, and the panda eyes disappeared.

His appearance was completely restored.

He put away his mask and walked with his head held high toward a palace in the distance.

According to the Ancestor, that palace was Xuan Ji's Magic Treasure.

Wang Jianqiang, Wen Ya, Long Er, and Liu Yanran were all staying inside.

Arriving outside the palace.

Wen Tiansheng sent a message to Wang Jianqiang.

A moment later, he received Wang Jianqiang's reply, "Currently cultivating, do not disturb."

"Damn it~"

Wen Tiansheng's face darkened.

This kid's airs were truly getting bigger and bigger; he even dared to give him the cold shoulder?

Immediately after.

He took a deep breath.

And suppressed the fire in his heart again.

No, he couldn't be impulsive.

This kid was an Eighth-Rank Alchemist now; no matter where he was, his face carried more weight than his own.

He needed to change his way of thinking.

Thinking of this.

With a serious expression, he sent out another message, then turned and left proudly.

Inside the Cultivation Room.

Wang Jianqiang picked up the Sound Transmission Talisman again with some impatience.

"Little brother, your cultivation is important; I am not in a rush. Just contact your elder brother whenever you come out of seclusion."

In Wang Jianqiang's mind, the voice of Wen Tiansheng, full of fawning intent, rang out, followed by a series of obsequious laughter.