Chapter 124

Even before handing over the Book of Forgetting Emotions, he had already envisioned the consequences of not handing it over.

But now, seeing Li Taibai—a being so divine and immortal that his own brothers looked up to him—serving the Qinglong Society,

he felt even more relieved about his decision.

"Brother speaks truly; this younger brother nearly misjudged you."

Jiang Duanping nodded in deep agreement.

As he spoke, a hint of shame crossed his face.

Seeing this,

Jiang Renting laughed and patted his shoulder.

"Between brothers, there's no need for such formality."

"But from now on, younger brother, you must not act so recklessly."

Jiang Duanping nodded and replied in a deep, rumbling voice.

"Brother, rest assured—henceforth, I'll follow your every command!"

The Song Empire, Imperial Palace.

"Sigh~"

"Just what virtue and merit does Ximen Wudi possess?"

"Why does he get to claim every good thing?!"

"This Emperor truly envies him dearly!"

He drew his gaze back from the void.

Zhao Ji let out a soft sigh.

His face bore an unmistakable look of envy.

"Your Majesty jests."

"Your Majesty rules the entire Song Empire, with countless talents under your command—how could Ximen Wudi compare?"

"Moreover, the Huashan Sword Duel draws near."

"If we could add a little more incentive,"

"even Heavenly Being Realm experts might appear!"

"So why envy him?!"

In the corner,

a soft, feminine voice spoke.

Accompanied by the laughter of the Kuihua Ancestor.

"Oh? Has the Ancestor thought of a clever plan?"

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up, his expression shifting with interest.

He couldn't help but feel intrigued.

"I dare not deceive His Majesty."

"This minister has indeed thought of a good method."

"It is..."

The Kuihua Ancestor smiled faintly.

Then he hesitated, as if holding back words.

"What is it? Speak freely."

Seeing him stall, Zhao Ji frowned slightly.

"It requires a great investment," the Kuihua Ancestor quickly replied.

"Oh? For example?" Zhao Ji pressed.

"A two-thousand-year-old spiritual herb! The older, the better!"

The Kuihua Ancestor fell silent for an instant, then gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Interesting. Go on."

Zhao Ji raised an eyebrow, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"This matter is simple enough."

"If Your Majesty spreads the word,"

"that the winner of the Huashan Sword Duel shall be rewarded with a two-thousand-year-old spiritual herb,"

"it will surely draw the attention of powerful experts."

"Then, Your Majesty can recruit talented individuals from among them to serve the state!"

He organized his thoughts.

The Kuihua Ancestor slowly voiced his idea.

As a martial expert,

he naturally understood what such experts desired.

Spirit herbs born of heaven and earth were undoubtedly one of them!

Especially ones two thousand years old!

Even a Heavenly Being Realm expert could not ignore them.

Of course,

this plan could only be enacted now.

If it had been before the Heavenly Dao Golden List appeared.

Those experts sealed themselves off, withdrew from the world, or became enshrined as they pleased.

There simply wasn't the Sihaoji Society!

Hearing these words.

Zhao Ji could not help falling into deep thought.

Quietly weighing the pros and cons within.

After all.

It concerned a two-thousand-year spiritual medicine.

Even the Eight Great Dynasties would not dare claim they could casually produce one.

He could not help but be a little more cautious.

Time passed, second by second.

After quite a while.

Only then did Zhao Ji emerge from his contemplation and open his mouth to give orders.

"Since that is so, then this matter shall be left to you, Old Ancestor."

"I hope the upcoming Huashan Sword Debate will not disappoint Us!"

Sunflower Old Ancestor, upon hearing this, nodded heavily.

"This minister will surely not disgrace the mission!"

Great Ming. The Forbidden City.

"Hiss!!!"

"The Great Dragon Head truly is the Great Dragon Head!"

"To think he could even bring such an extraordinary talent under his banner."

"Compared to him, We truly feel somewhat ashamed!"

Staring fixedly at the Heavenly Dao Golden List in the void.

Zhu Houzhao drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

On his little face, which already faintly carried the dignity of a dragon, was filled with shock and horror.

In those brightly shining eyes, there was also an inexpressible envy.

Fortunately, the Night Emperor's return gave him a little comfort.

Otherwise.

The envy at this moment would have been even greater!