“Wuji, are you joking? What great secret are you talking about?”
The blood-colored figure let out a cold laugh, feeling that Wuji was being pretentious.
He had been ordered by the master of the Blood Demon Sea to cozy up to Wuji, aiming to win over Jun Dongjin, a former high-ranking member of the Daode Immortal Sect, through Wuji.
Having been abandoned by the Daode Immortal Sect, Jun Dongjin must be harboring resentments. With a sufficiently attractive offer from the Blood Demon Sea, the probability of success was high.
To ensure Jun Dongjin’s complete allegiance, there must be no coercion in winning over Wuji.
Otherwise, how could Jun Dongjin not harbor mistrust when he sees the Blood Demon Sea treating his youngest son in such a manner?
Coercion was not an option.
Therefore, they could only promise significant benefits, or engage in semi-threatening tactics.
The blood-colored figure, prior to his infiltration into the Central Divine Continent, had meticulously reviewed all the intelligence related to Wuji.
He did in fact unearth a secret.
A secret concerning Wuji.
“I really want to know what this great secret is,” Lin Yuan said earnestly.
His own secrets were far too numerous, and he wasn’t certain which one the blood-colored figure was referring to at the moment.
Was it from one or two hundred years ago when he casually annihilated the hidden operatives of the Daode Immortal Sect in the Black Gauze Archipelago, over a dozen Mahayana Heavenly Monarchs and more than fifty Nascent Soul True Monarchs?
Or was it his ascension to the realm of Ancient Saint in Body Cultivation, unheard of in the Central Divine Continent for tens of thousands of years, and how he had crushed the great emperor of the Demon Saint’s Nest, who was said to rival Ancient Saints, underfoot several times?
Or perhaps it was about him, in the guise of the Taiyin Primordial Spirit, battling the Daoist Immortal Sect Master Mu Qingliu in the Nine Heavens, escaping unscathed in the end?
Additionally, there was the Master Yuanyang from the East Sea, who was not the half-step Ancient Saint the world believed he was.
“Humph.”
The blood-colored figure saw that Lin Yuan seemed truly unaware.
So, he decided to offer a hint.
“Wuji, I assume you’re not at the Golden Core Stage in Body Cultivation,” the blood-colored figure whispered.
“Hmm?”
Lin Yuan looked squarely at this blood-colored figure who he deemed less than an ant in his eyes.
“Twenty years ago, among the cultivation resources you had your subordinates purchase from outside, there were Ancient Hidden Flowers.”
“Those are cultivation resources needed by Body Cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage.”
“Your realm in Body Cultivation must have already reached the Nascent Soul Stage,” the blood-colored figure spoke confidently, holding a winning hand.
This was his trump card for threatening Wuji.
In just a short one to two hundred years, Wuji had advanced from being a cripple to the Nascent Soul Stage in Body Cultivation. Such Body Cultivation talent meant that stepping into the Divinity Transformation Stage would pose no issues in the future.
If this revelation had occurred over a hundred years ago, it wouldn’t have been a problem, but now, with Wuji’s parents assigned to Vast Cliff Mountain, it was akin to losing their backing in the Daode Immortal Sect.
Moreover, with Mu Mengting’s rise to power, if he learned of a rival’s son possessing such potential, wouldn’t he harbor other thoughts?
And this… was the blood-colored figure’s biggest bargaining chip.
It was information sourced from within the Daode Immortal Sect, and it could also provoke Wuji’s resentment towards Mu Mengting.
Several gains in one fell swoop.
“Oh…”
Lin Yuan was expressionless.
He had thought that the blood-colored figure really discovered some significant secret.
Turned out, it was about this matter.
Lin Yuan indeed had the habit of instructing his subordinates to periodically purchase cultivation resources from the outside.
But that was for show, for outsiders.
As for the ‘Ancient Hidden Flowers’ mentioned by the blood-colored figure… Qiuyue must have bought them casually.
“You?”
After speaking, the blood-colored figure, who had been full of anticipation and wanted to see Wuji’s face contorted with fear, was expecting a panic at the revelation of his secret and possibly even the emergence of a thought to silence him with murder.
All of these were within the blood-colored figure’s expectations.
He even had prepared a corresponding attitude to respond.
But to his disappointment, he saw no change of expression on Wuji’s face.
How could that be?
The blood-colored figure’s thoughts were in disarray.
“Is there some other secret?”
Lin Yuan asked patiently.
“Isn’t this secret significant enough?”
The blood-colored figure’s tone rose a few notches as he spoke.
Hiding the strength of a Nascent Soul Stage Body Cultivator, once exposed, would inevitably draw the attention of Mu Mengting.
What would happen then, no one knew.
The blood-colored figure’s original plan was to leverage this secret to manipulate Wuji.
“Wuji, as long as you agree to work for us, Mu Mengting won’t be able to harm you and my master will grant you a lifespan far exceeding those of cultivators…” the blood-colored figure hurriedly continued when he sensed the situation unfolding unfavorably.
To win over Wuji, threats alone weren’t enough; significant benefits must also be promised.
The great reward the blood-colored figure could offer was longevity.
As is well-known, the lifespan of Body Cultivators is much shorter compared to that of cultivators.
However, the master of the Blood Demon Sea could, through his own methods, transform Wuji into a ‘Blood God Child.’
Bound to the Blood Demon Sea, Blood God Child’s lifespan would be terrifyingly extended.
Moreover, the life and death of a Blood God Child would rest upon a single thought of the master of the Blood Demon Sea.
If Wuji became a Blood God Child, he would be completely integrated into the Blood Demon Sea, unable even to betray it if he wanted.
“It seems I was overthinking,” Lin Yuan shook his head slightly.
He had been aware of the blood-colored figure’s affiliation with the Blood Demon Sea.
While his aura might deceive others, it couldn’t fool Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan initially thought that the Blood Demon Sea might actually know something.
Now, it seemed he was the one overthinking.
Even the nearby Daode Immortal Sect had not noticed his true identity.
The Blood Demon Sea, far to the north of the Divine Continent, could actually do very little.
“Let’s see what the master of the Blood Demon Sea is really up to,” Lin Yuan’s gaze rested on the blood-colored figure.
The reason he had been conversing with the blood-colored figure was because he was worried that the figure might genuinely know something.
Now that it was certain the other party understood nothing at all.