Chapter 669

Every member of the Qinglong Society, and countless martial artists across the Nine Provinces, held him in deep reverence.

But whenever Ximen Wudi was mentioned, he would still say, "Master!"

"Indeed! Such a true god—how could we mere mortals possibly imagine?"

Ximen Wudi delivered a direct shock to Di Shitian, overwhelming him merely with his aura.

Then he entered Tianmen alone, forcing Di Shitian to kneel and submit.

But for Wu Wudi, Ximen Wudi was an indirect, yet even more terrifying shock.

The master of that violent eye had fought him with just one eye, across a separate world.

He exhausted every ounce of his strength, drawing in vast quantities of heavenly and earthly Qi, pushing the Ten Supreme Martial Arts to their absolute limit.

Even so, Wu Wudi still could not gain the upper hand.

He knew better than anyone: if he delayed one more day, just one day!

The heavenly and earthly Qi had been drained; Yunzhou's destiny was damaged and could no longer supply it.

Then he would lose to that terrifying violent eye!

Such a fearsome violent eye, yet it cowered before Ximen Wudi—

No, not Ximen Wudi!

Just a fragment of Ximen Wudi's sword jade, and it surrendered!

What does this prove?

It proves that if the master of this violent eye faced Ximen Wudi, he would surely cower!

That's why Wu Wudi said: someone like Ximen Wudi—how could any mortal possibly imagine him?

Dugu Jian, Senior Xiaoyaozi, and Zhang Daoling all sighed in awe, then smiled faintly.

The Great Dragon Head is truly as deep as the ocean.

Each time we believed we had grown stronger, we thought we could finally sense the limits of his power.

But each advancement only brought back the same feeling of looking up at an unscalable mountain.

Yet when the Great Dragon Head is present, he always appears cheerful and amiable, friendly to all.

If you didn't say it was Ximen Wudi, if you didn't say he was the Qinglong Great Dragon Head—

Everyone would think he's just a very approachable young man!

Exactly!

Ximen Wudi looks younger than everyone here!

Young, carefree, and with power so profound it's unfathomable.

Such a Great Dragon Head is truly beyond description.

But it is also the Qinglong Society's fortune!

"Enough, enough! If we keep talking about the Great Dragon Head like this, we could talk for three days and three nights without end.

And if the Great Dragon Head knew you were speaking of him behind his back, he'd surely be displeased."

Zhang Daoling's nature was always easygoing, and he was closest to Li Taibai in daily life.

"Exactly, exactly! Master Wu, don't stand here at the door talking—let's go inside the hall for a proper discussion."

Senior Xiaoyaozi nodded; among those present, he held the highest status and rank.

He immediately led everyone into the grand hall.

After seating themselves properly, attendants soon brought tea, pastries, and other delicacies.

Di Shitian, as soon as the tea arrived, lifted his cup and drank greedily.

Then he grabbed two delicate pastries and swallowed them whole.

Chewing with his mouth full, he had already finished his own pastries and reached out to take Zhang Daoling's.

"Get lost, get lost! You call yourself Di Shitian? I'd say you're no different from Zhu Bajie."

Zhang Daoling, protective of his food, cut off Di Shitian's attempt to steal.

This world naturally had its own version of the Journey to the West.

But this world's Journey to the West was simpler, lacking the bizarre and fantastical elements of the full Journey to the West tale.

Yet after Ximen Wudi arrived, perhaps for amusement, or perhaps for other reasons—

During his exchanges with Jiang Yuyan and others, he had already vividly recounted the Journey to the West story to a group of young ladies.

These women, chosen from ten thousand, were beautiful, elegant, some of noble birth, some with formidable Wu Gong, others with countless stratagems.

Yet none had ever heard a story like Journey to the West.

Once they heard it, they could not let go.

To hear the Great Dragon Head tell stories, they all pulled out all their tricks.

Bit by bit, the Journey to the West tale spread throughout the Qinglong Society.

Characters like the seventy-two transformations, the rebellious Sun Wukong, and the gluttonous, lustful, lazy Zhu Bajie became deeply ingrained in their minds.

So much so that when Zhang Daoling saw Di Shitian acting this way, he directly compared him to Zhu Bajie!

477 What magic does the Qinglong Society truly hold?

"Zhu Bajie?"

Wu Wudi had never heard this Journey to the West story before.

Hearing Zhang Daoling's words, he glanced curiously at Di Shitian.

This opponent who once called himself a god didn't even have a pig's head?

Why then was he called Zhu Bajie by the Sixth Dragon Head?

Di Shitian's face flushed crimson at being called Zhu Bajie, and seeing Wu Wudi's puzzled gaze upon him,

That look in his eyes was as if he were wondering why he wasn't born with pig ears or a pig nose.

His face turned even redder; he walked over to Wu Wudi and said,

"Brother, don't listen to the Sixth Chief's nonsense—I'm no Zhu Bajie."

As he spoke, he reached out one hand toward Wu Wudi's pastries, ready to take one.

"Wait…"

Wu Wudi hadn't started eating yet, but seeing Di Shitian and Zhang Daoling's reactions, he naturally knew these pastries and tea were rare treasures.

Di Shitian's strength was inferior to his own.

But both he and Di Shitian were of the Shattered Realm.

If even Di Shitian craved such things, Wu Wudi wasn't foolish—he wouldn't give them away for nothing.

Instantly, he reached out and grabbed all the pastries in his hand.

Then he picked up the cup of tea and brought it to his lips,

"I've never drunk Qinglong Society's tea before!

Coming to your esteemed place and refusing to even taste the tea—wouldn't that be disrespectful to the host?"

Seeing this display, Di Shitian couldn't help but feel regret—he'd shown his desire too plainly.

He could only slump back into his chair, looking utterly defeated.

Watching him like this, Wu Wudi couldn't help but be astonished.

On one hand, how could such tea and pastries make a Shattered Realm powerhouse react like this?

On the other hand, Di Shitian had once been so aloof—yet now, after joining the Qinglong Society, he'd become more human than ever.

What magic did the Qinglong Society truly hold?

Though pondering this, Wu Wudi lifted the tea and took a sip.

At first taste, the tea's fragrance filled his mouth and lips.

This tea was truly excellent—no less than the Yunzhou imperial tribute offered to him by Emperor Wenlong.

But tea was still tea; having reached the Shattered Realm, why did Di Shitian still have such worldly appetites?

As he wondered, a wave of fragrant clarity washed over his spiritual core, leaving it utterly pure.

Immediately, he felt his inner state had advanced—just a trace.

Just a single trace.

Yet advancement in the Shattered Realm could not be compared to any lower realm.

One could say the Shattered Realm was not simply divided into four stages: Initial, Middle, Late, and Peak.

Each step was a platform; each step, a stairway to heaven!