Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses

Zhuge Feng has impressive battle achievements; he fought the Five Elements Sect’s True Inheritance to a draw, only losing to Daoist Ming Du of the Xuan Yin Sect.

Such a person, extremely proud, would never willingly bow to others.

Unexpectedly, he’s also been subdued by Taiyi Sect’s Daoist Zhao Wushuang.

Zhao Wushuang’s methods seem far more terrifying than imagined.

For a moment, a shadow was cast over everyone’s hearts.

“What message did Zhao Wushuang bring?” Su Xinghe asked.

Zhuge Feng glanced over the tense crowd, his expression still indifferent: “Daoist Zhao says that Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures belong to those with virtue.

You and I both come from ancient Major Sects; we ought to join forces to drive out the opportunists from small sects and factions.

Once the Blessed Land is opened, we’ll rely on our own abilities to share the opportunities.”

“He wants to join us to drive out the Trench Patrol Guest team from Fangsu District?” Su Xinghe’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise.

Currently, in Fangsu District, besides their two teams, another major team is jointly guarded by some Trench Patrol Guests.

These banded Trench Patrol Guests mostly come from small sects or families, and some are even independent Loose Cultivators with no affiliation.

In the vast Hanhai Realm, the Human Race’s power is mainly composed of Major Sects from the Immortal Alliance,

but in the more numerous small sects and families, supreme talents may occasionally emerge.

“That’s correct.” Zhuge Feng did not deny.

Everyone knew the fewer people who entered the Blessed Land, the greater the chance of gaining opportunities.

Driving out a faction would benefit the remaining two.

But Su Xinghe, Daoist Ming Du, Lou Yi, and a few others discussed via sound transmission and felt that maintaining the status quo might be better.

Zhao Wushuang’s group is the strongest; only by uniting the other two groups can they resist.

Currently, the three factions coexisting still manages to maintain a balance.

If they truly chased away the Trench Patrol Guest group, Lou Yi’s people might end up in a more dangerous situation.

Su Xinghe was just about to refuse.

Then Zhuge Feng continued: “Once the Trench Patrol Guest group is driven away, as compensation,

your side will eventually have ten precious spots to enter the True Monarch Blessed Land.”

“What?” For a moment, Lou Yi thought he misheard.

After seeing Zhuge Feng’s serious demeanor, he realized the other wasn’t joking.

The other people present were even more shocked, emotionally stirred, their chests heaving.

“What the heck, only ten spots!”

“The True Monarch Blessed Land isn’t Zhao Wushuang’s private property; why limit the numbers?”

“This is like grabbing wolves with bare hands, shameless!”

Su Xinghe also frowned: “What does Zhao Wushuang mean?”

“Daoist Zhao says the True Monarch Blessed Land is about to open; though opportunities are abundant, they might be harbingers of doom for those lacking strength.

Moreover, some Humans are of unknown origins, possibly untrustworthy, or colluding with the Demon Clan. Such people absolutely cannot be let in.”

As he spoke, Zhuge Feng suddenly glanced at Lou Yi, Lin Xuan, and Shen Ao’s group, the implication clear.

“Damn it, what impure intentions and unknown origins, this is hard trying to slander us!” Shen Ao angrily exclaimed.

“Zhao Wushuang is just bullshit; why should we listen to him?” Lin Xuan raised a small fist, showing defiance.

“Really arrogant.” The reticent Qin Dong sighed.

The others in the group also showed dissatisfaction.

After finally making it this far, with opportunities in the Blessed Land within reach, no one wanted to be excluded.

“Do you think it’s possible?” Su Xinghe’s sword-like brows furrowed, a fierce look in his eyes,

“Forgetting the other party’s expulsion for merely ten spots into the Blessed Land, he’s treating us like subordinates to command?

Zhao Wushuang has been a Daoist for so long he feels elevated above all, thinking himself transcendent?”

As a fellow Daoist, Su Xinghe seemed more down-to-earth, unlike Zhao Wushuang, who disregarded Cultivators without backgrounds.

Zhuge Feng’s lips curved into a smirk: “Daoist Zhao is willing to cooperate due to everyone being from Major Sects.

He could also choose to cooperate with the other side to drive you out.

Do you think the Trench Patrol Guests will agree?”

Zhuge Feng’s expression and words unmistakably showed he thought he had Su Xinghe’s side cornered, his stance incredibly tough.

This undoubtedly angered everyone present.

“Damn it, arrogant, too arrogant!”

“You damn off, you think you’re so important!”

“I can’t take it anymore, ready to draw my sword!”

Seeing Lou Yi, Su Xinghe’s side in furious uproar, Zhuge Feng remained calm, sneering.

“Daoists Su and Ming Du, I suggest you consider carefully; don’t lose the big for the small.”

With that, he gracefully departed.

“Bah, what nonsense!” Someone angrily spat at his back.

“Zhao Wushuang is too arrogant.” Daoist Ming Du, who had maintained a stoic face until now, also showed anger, his mood darkening.

Lou Yi thought of another potential issue.

If the Trench Patrol Guests’ alliance is truly coaxed by Zhao Wushuang, their side would be in danger.

Be wary of the two factions teaming up.

Thinking this, Lou Yi said: “We must send someone to negotiate with the Trench Patrol Guests to prevent them from being incited by Zhao Wushuang.”

“This is easily done, I’ll take a trip myself.” Daoist Ming Du smiled.

He appeared to be in his twenties, wearing a black robe, with slightly dark skin, his demeanor somewhat sullen, though not handsome, an outward forceful aura deterred ignorance.

As a Daoist of Xuan Yin Sect, Daoist Ming Du had wide connections and knew quite a few there.