Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

Several friends reported the results of the trip to Wanqi Yuan in the study.

"Master, this time I brought back thirty-two slaves. Twenty-six of them are at the Divine King realm, four are at the Divine Sect realm, and two are at the Divine Lord realm. Uh, but..." Leng Feng hesitated, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to bring those two back.

"But what?"

"Master, those two masters of the Divine Lords seem to have been stimulated by something and are insane. They look like good people at ordinary times, but once they get sick, the situation is somewhat out of control. This is what the host said. I... am a little bit appreciative of their talents, and thought that maybe Sister Ling could cure their madness, so I bought them together."

"Oh? The owner of the field didn't say why they were crazy?"

"No," Leng Feng shook his head, thought for a moment and said,

"I also asked about it at that time, and the owner only said that he was injured and unconscious when he bought the two people. He originally didn't want them because he was afraid of losing money. But when he heard the person who sold them said that they were two powerful gods, he reluctantly accepted them.

As a result, the owner said that he would pay for their treatment and was waiting to make a fortune. He also personally passed the news to his familiar client, saying that there were two slaves in the Godly Realm. When the client came, the two of them went crazy for some reason and almost killed the client, which scared the owner half to death. He locked the two of them in the control room and tortured them severely. Afterwards, the two of them went crazy from time to time. The owner said that it was a pity to abandon them if they could not be cured, and it was useless to keep them, so he kept them locked up. "

"Is that so? I'll talk to Ling'er later. Maybe she can cure them. What about the others? Are they all right?"

"The others are fine. They seem to be smart and have not lost their will. Master, do you want to go and meet them now? They are waiting outside."

"That's fine. They just came out of the slave market, so they probably aren't in good condition. Leng Feng, after you meet them, take them to rest and recuperate first, then come and participate in the construction."

"Yes, master."

"What about you? Are you in any trouble?"

"No, master. The trip to Da'an City went quite smoothly. The craftsmen have been brought to Xuanling Island and handed over to Lingyou and the others to arrange." Mo Yan replied respectfully.

"Okay, that's good. Also, did you get any news about the Ghost Demon Pavilion during your trip?"

"Master, I made some inquiries. Three days ago, someone was asking about Sister Ling in all the major inns, restaurants, and B&Bs in Da'an City. It should be that Ji Rui discovered that Sister Ling was not killed at the Douhua Contest in Jiangxia City, and followed our previous trail to Da'an City."

"The same situation is also happening in Shaping City. The inspections at the city gates are particularly strict. The City Lord's Mansion has also intervened in this matter, so the patrol teams in the city have also become more diligent."

Wanqi Yuan placed his fingers on his knees, tapping them rhythmically. There was a darkness in his deep eyes, as if a storm was gathering, and a fierce murderous aura emanated from his whole body.

After a while, Wanqi Yuan restrained his breath and asked again,

"How is the auction house in Qingshui Town preparing?"

"Master, everything is being prepared in an orderly manner. I have also heard about a man nicknamed Master Hongji. I heard that he is a great treasure appraiser. His whereabouts are unknown. I have already posted a message to look for him. I think it won't be long before we can get feedback." Mo Yunchen stepped forward and replied.

"Well, okay. Hire people as soon as you get the news. And be sure to explain the benefits to them."

"Yes,"

"That's all for now. Let's go out and meet some people first," Wanqi Yuan stood up and walked out.

The group walked out of Xiaoyaoju. The thirty-two slaves outside stood straight, each looking expectantly at the people walking towards them.

"Everyone, listen carefully. This is Wanqi Yuan, the master of our Qiankun Palace. Everyone, come and meet him."

"Your servant greets Palace Master Wanqi," everyone knelt down and saluted, responding in unison.

"Welcome everyone to join my Qiankun Palace. This palace master welcomes everyone to join us," Wanqi Yuan stood in the front, wearing a gorgeous black robe. His voice was loud and powerful, echoing in the air.

His eyes swept over the people below, and everyone's face showed awe and expectation. Wanqi Yuan smiled slightly and continued,

"You may not have heard of the name of Qiankun Hall, but its strength is unquestionable. As an emerging force, our Qiankun Hall has the absolute strength to talk to the strong.

In addition, Qiankun Hall has always been committed to cultivating elite talents, and every month the disciples have a generous monthly allowance. This is the welfare of every Qiankun Hall disciple. Those who have made significant contributions, worked hard to cultivate and grow, or ranked in the top ten of the geniuses will all receive special rewards. "

Having said that, Wanqi Yuan paused for a moment, his eyes became sharp, revealing a kind of majesty and deterrence.

"Of course, there are rewards and punishments. I must remind you that Qiankun Hall is not a place where you can do whatever you want. Here, Qiankun Hall has strict sect rules and disciplines, and no one is allowed to violate them. Once someone violates the sect rules, I will never tolerate it and will punish them severely!"

His words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart and shocking them. Wanqi Yuan's speech not only showed his confidence and expectations for Qiankun Palace, but also revealed his majesty and decisiveness as the master of the palace.

"Everyone, the above is the disciple rules of Qiankun Palace. If you have other ideas, it's not too late to leave now. The money I paid for your life can be regarded as a good relationship. If you decide to stay, then from now on, you are a member of Qiankun Palace in life and a ghost of Qiankun Palace in death." In fact, what Wanqi Yuan said was a bit serious. If the disciples have achieved academic success and fame in the future, they can also set up their own schools. The only thing is that no matter where they are, they must never betray Qiankun Palace.

After hearing this, the slaves looked at each other in disbelief at what they heard.

What did they hear?

Disciple of Qiankun Palace?

Aren't they bought slaves? Slaves are the private property of the buyer, who can be abandoned at any time, living a life like cattle and horses, without freedom and thought.

How did they become disciples?

Between a sect’s disciples and slaves, even a fool would know how to choose, right?

The slaves came back to their senses as if awakened from a dream, with ecstatic expressions on their faces. They looked at the tall and majestic man and responded loudly in unison,

"Thank you for your gift, Lord! Thank you for your kindness! We disciples will follow your orders and will not slack off in the slightest!"

This voice exploded in the air like thunder, echoing throughout the square, as if it was about to break through the clouds. Every word was filled with gratitude and awe for the Palace Master.

Their eyes were fixed intently. At this moment, the slaves, no, the disciples seemed to have seen the God who had saved them.