Chapter 881: Tugging with Wen Tiansheng

After figuring everything out, Wang Jianqiang secretly spat in his heart.

This old bastard was actually scheming against his own Disciple; he really wasn't human.

The key was...

Many people knew about this, and there was no way to refute it.

Facing Gui Yingjun's prying gaze, Wang Jianqiang felt nervous inside, but appeared calm on the surface as he said, "This Disciple felt an instant connection with Senior Sister Wen Ya and Fairy Long Er, so our relationship is indeed quite close."

Upon hearing this, Gui Yingjun's brows furrowed even tighter.

Seeing this scene, a flash of triumph crossed Wen Tiansheng's eyes.

Wang Jianqiang secretly cried foul in his heart and hurriedly explained, "Ancestor, please rest assured, I..."

Before Wang Jianqiang could finish his sentence, Gui Yingjun suddenly waved his hand, cutting him off.

Wang Jianqiang's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no~

Could it be that this old bastard Wen Tiansheng really succeeded?

Just as he was filled with worry, Gui Yingjun's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and his stern expression turned gentle once again.

"It is no matter. You and Long Er both possess the Divine Dragon Bloodline. Long Er has never met anyone with the same bloodline, so it is understandable that she would feel an affinity for you after meeting you."

"However, you must remember, do not go too far."

"Long Er is currently in a period of vigorous advancement, and I do not wish for her cultivation to be delayed by anything."

Speaking to the end, his expression became stern once again.

Wang Jianqiang's expression also became serious and earnest, "I understand, Ancestor. I will absolutely not delay Fairy Long Er's cultivation."

"Very good."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's solemn promise, a gentle smile appeared on Gui Yingjun's face once more.

To the side.

Wen Tiansheng's face had already stiffened.

No way~

Everything was fine just a moment ago, how did they suddenly reconcile?

Doesn't the Ancestor care a lot about Long Er?

With the Ancestor's explosive temper, shouldn't he be furious upon learning that someone might affect Long Er's cultivation?

Why is it somewhat different from what he imagined?

Could it be because of...

The Divine Dragon Bloodline?

Damn it!

Miscalculated!

Thinking of this, Wen Tiansheng felt annoyed in his heart.

How could he have overlooked such a key factor?

One must know, the reason Long Er is favored by the Ancestor is partly due to her personality, but the biggest reason is the Divine Dragon Bloodline.

Although the Divine Dragon Bloodline within this Wan Guiyuan is incomparably thin, he is, after all, a possessor of the Divine Dragon Bloodline.

Naturally, he would also receive the Ancestor's favor.

In this way, the Ancestor's reaction could be completely explained.

This is bad~

This kid Wan Guiyuan is as cunning as a ghost; he must have seen through his attempt to secretly sow discord between him and the Ancestor.

This kid is petty and bold; he will definitely find a way to retaliate.

Just as Wen Tiansheng was worrying in his heart.

Wang Jianqiang coughed dryly and suddenly spoke, "Ancestor, regarding the matters in the Youyun Holy Land, I presume you only know a general outline, and should not yet be aware of certain details."

"This Disciple would like to supplement them for the Ancestor."

Hearing Wang Jianqiang's words, Wen Tiansheng's face turned dark.

As expected.

This little bastard Wan Guiyuan really started to retaliate.

He was just joking, was it really necessary?

How did the Beast Taming Sect produce such a petty-minded Disciple?

"Ahem, Guiyuan~ The Ancestor's time is precious, where would I have the leisure to listen to those unimportant, trivial details?"

"Don't mess around~"

"Otherwise, I will have to punish you."

Speaking to the end, a threat that couldn't be more obvious flashed in Wen Tiansheng's eyes.

"Enough, the child just wants to get closer to me. What precious time? I still have this much time to spare."

Gui Yingjun glared at Wen Tiansheng, then looked at Wang Jianqiang, his face full of gentleness as he said, "What details? Tell me."

Wang Jianqiang glanced at Wen Tiansheng, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

He hadn't even extorted this old bastard yet, and he didn't expect this old bastard to start scheming against him first.

Since that was the case, then don't blame him.

Wang Jianqiang sneered in his heart, flipped his palm, and an Image Recording Stone appeared in his hand.

Seeing this Image Recording Stone, Wen Tiansheng's heart skipped a beat.

It couldn't be, right?

Could this kid have recorded what happened in the Youyun Holy Land that day?

Before he could think much more, Wang Jianqiang poured Spiritual Power into the Image Recording Stone.

Scene after scene flashed within the Image Recording Stone.

The footage played scenes from before they headed to the Youyun Holy Land, where Wen Tiansheng gave Wang Jianqiang earnest instructions, telling him to go ahead and stir up trouble in the Youyun Holy Land, and that no matter what kind of disaster he caused, he would back him up.

Seeing these scenes, Wen Tiansheng let out a long sigh of relief, but at the same time, his heart hung even higher.

Gui Yingjun saw the images in the Image Recording Stone, looked at Wen Tiansheng, and curled his lip, "You kid really is still that same devious sort, but you did well this time; you still have some backbone."

Wen Tiansheng smiled somewhat unnaturally.

As the saying goes, the higher you lift someone, the harder they fall.

This kid definitely wasn't up to any good.

Just as this thought flashed through Wen Tiansheng's mind, another Image Recording Stone appeared in Wang Jianqiang's hand.

Seeing this Image Recording Stone, Wen Tiansheng secretly groaned.

This kid really did record it.

Damn it~

This kid is too calculating.

What kind of decent person carries an Image Recording Stone around with them for no reason when it has absolutely no use for cultivation or combat?

"Eh? There's more?"

Gui Yingjun looked at the second Image Recording Stone in Wang Jianqiang's hand, a look of astonishment appearing on his face.

"Of course, the content in this Image Recording Stone is the real essence," Wang Jianqiang chuckled.

As he spoke, he glanced at Wen Tiansheng intentionally or otherwise.

Wen Tiansheng's complexion was now as black as the bottom of a pot.

He looked at Gui Yingjun, gritted his teeth, and secretly sent a voice transmission to Wang Jianqiang, "Kid, don't force me to deal with you; hurry up and put that Image Recording Stone away."

Wang Jianqiang secretly curled his lip, and a faint Spirit Light began to glow on the Image Recording Stone in his palm.

Seeing that an image was about to condense within the Image Recording Stone.

Wen Tiansheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly sent another voice transmission.

This time, his tone was no longer tough, but had undergone a earth-shattering change, "Little Ancestor, I'm afraid of you; let's talk this over nicely, don't be impulsive, I can give you a drop of Jade Marrow Liquid as compensation."

Wang Jianqiang's heart stirred.

Jade Marrow Liquid is useless to a Cultivator, but it is a supreme treasure for a demonic beast.

It can purify bloodlines, make one's own bloodline become purer, and enhance future potential.

It is a treasure unique to the Beast Taming Sect.

His heart stirred, but on the surface, he acted as if he hadn't heard, and the Image Recording Stone in his hand grew even brighter.

Wen Tiansheng was startled and continued the voice transmission.

"Two drops?"

"Five drops?"

……

"Ten drops, no more than that. This Jade Marrow Liquid stuff is too precious; the Beast Taming Sect's inventory is less than a hundred drops. If you still don't agree, we might as well go down together."

"I get disciplined by the Ancestor, and then I discipline you."

By the end, Wen Tiansheng's words already revealed a hint of gnashing teeth.

Just as Wen Tiansheng's voice transmission entered Wang Jianqiang's mind again.

Gui Yingjun saw that Wang Jianqiang kept activating the Image Recording Stone, yet the image was slow to condense within it, and he seemed to grow impatient.

"What's wrong with you, kid? You could have activated ten Image Recording Stones in this time; why are you dawdling?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jianqiang gave a dry laugh, "Ancestor, this Image Recording Stone seems to have a problem."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Tiansheng calmly.

He flipped his palm and put the Image Recording Stone away.