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    Chapter 855: Wang Chenming

    “Congratulations, true master! Congratulations, true master!”

    Upon seeing Wang Chen return with Su Ziling, Wang Xincheng immediately displayed a radiant smile and respectfully bowed, saying, “Congratulations on your achievement of the Golden Core! The Yuan Ying is within reach, and your path of immortality is boundless!”

    The group of followers behind him also bowed in unison, “Congratulations, true master!”

    As the saying goes, one should not strike a smiling face. With such polite and respectful behavior from the other party, even if Wang Chen felt displeased, he could not respond coldly. He lightly smiled and said, “You’re too kind, Steward Wang.”

    He noticed that beside his shop, there were eight large red-offered gifts on display.

    The number, twenty-eight, indicated a very grand ceremony!

    Wang Chen waved his sleeve and opened the shop door, saying, “Come in and talk.”

    After entering, Wang Xincheng first presented a gift list: “True master, my Master learned about your advancement to Golden Core and prepared a modest gift to show his respect. I hope you will accept it!”

    “Hmm.”

    Wang Chen accepted the gift list and took a quick glance, discovering that Wang Xincheng’s Master was quite generous.

    This gift included spiritual rice, spiritual wine, spirit pills, spirit robes, and spirit tools, all of which were ceremonial in nature, as well as one hundred thousand spirit stones.

    Although Wang Chen was not concerned about these gifts, the other party’s sincere attitude piqued his curiosity. “Steward Wang, how did your Master know about my advancement to Golden Core?”

    This question caused the old cultivator to blush slightly as he cleared his throat and answered, “My Master has always paid close attention to you, true master.”

    Wang Chen understood and smiled as he asked, “May I ask your esteemed Master’s full name?”

    “My Master is Wang Chenming, the eldest son of the direct bloodline of the Sanqun Wang Family, and he is also a Golden Core true master.”

    Wang Xincheng replied, “He invites you to meet at Wangjiang Tower tomorrow night. Would the true master be willing to make time to attend?”

    Wang Chen remembered this name: Wang Chenming. “Okay.”

    “Thank you, true master, for your kind consideration!”

    Wang Xincheng was immediately overjoyed, quickly returning a bow, “I will report back to the manor right away and come to escort you to the meeting tomorrow night!”

    The old steward left with his followers, satisfied, leaving a room full of gifts.

    Wang Chen instructed Su Ziling to help organize the gifts while he thoughtfully stroked his chin.

    There had to be a request associated with giving gifts, and the other party, being a direct descendant of the Sanqun Wang Family and a Golden Core true master, treated him, an outsider, with such courtesy. It would be strange to say there were no ulterior motives!

    However, since the other party showed no sign of malice, Wang Chen certainly could not turn hostile directly.

    He planned to meet with Wang Chenming first. If the other party had ulterior motives, he could return the favor and ignore them in the future.

    If Wang Chenming was genuinely looking to befriend him, Wang Chen wouldn’t mind expanding his network.

    After all, he intended to stay in Qianxing Immortal City for a long time.

    “Master, this spirit robe is so beautiful!”

    Su Ziling’s voice brought Wang Chen back to reality. He turned to see her holding a dao robe with a look of delight on her face. “Do you want to try it on?”

    This robe was one she had just taken out from the gift load.

    Wang Chen smiled and said, “Let’s put it away for now.”

    This dao robe was crafted with exquisite skill and high-quality materials, its value nearly rivaling that of a magic artifact. However, it was typically reserved for formal occasions; wearing it casually in public would draw far too much attention.

    Moreover, without fully understanding the circumstances, Wang Chen had no intention of wearing it.

    By the next afternoon, a cloud palanquin drawn by four steeds came to a smooth halt in front of the talisman shop.

    Following it were eight knights, all battle cultivators from the Purple Palace!

    The fierce aura they exuded was enough to scatter the curious onlookers from the neighboring houses.

    The one who came to fetch Wang Chen was, once again, Wang Xincheng.

    Once Wang Chen stepped into the carriage, the old steward gave a signal, and the procession promptly set off along the main street toward the inner city.

    They traveled smoothly along the broad road, passing from Seven Mountains to Sanqun Family without hindrance, finally stopping before a towering twelve-story building.

    Wangjiang Tower, a renowned tavern in Qianxing Immortal City, was said to charge hundreds or even thousands of spirit stones for a single meal, with prices that knew no upper limit.

    Wang Chen had heard of Wangjiang Tower’s reputation before, but he had never experienced it firsthand.

    Though Wang Chen was not lacking in spirit stones, he had never seen the need to indulge—he hadn’t expected Wang Chenming to invite him to such a place!

    At this point, Wang Xincheng’s task was complete, and under the guidance of a serving girl, Wang Chen ascended to the seventh level of this famed tavern.

    The entire seventh level of Wangjiang Tower had been reserved, and a lavish banquet was laid out, featuring an array of delicious food from the mountains and the sea, accompanied by several beautiful serving girls, creating an atmosphere of extraordinary luxury.

    As Wang Chen entered the hall, a middle-aged cultivator seated at the head of the table rose and smiled, “You must be True Master Wang Chen. I am Wang Chenming!”

    “So it is True Master Chenming in person. Wang Chen pays his respects!”

    After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Chen took his seat as a guest, and a serving girl brought him tea.

    Meanwhile, he observed Wang Chenming closely.

    This direct descendant of the Sanqun Wang Family appeared to be in his thirties, with a handsome and refined demeanor. Clad in a flowing white robe, he exuded an air of ethereal grace.

    Wang Chen keenly sensed that Wang Chenming’s aura was rich and profound, a clear indication that he had embarked on the path of immortality years ago.

    He was at least at the third or fourth realm of cultivation!

    While Wang Chen was sizing up Wang Chenming, Wang Chenming was equally attentive in his observation of Wang Chen.

    Both harbored their own thoughts, which made the atmosphere somewhat tense.

    However, experience comes with age. Wang Chenming clapped his hands, and a group of musicians and singers promptly arrived to perform.

    Wang Chenming then signaled for the feast to begin, and soon, dish after dish of delicious food was brought to the table.

    With such exquisite fare before him, Wang Chen did not hold back.

    Having spent twelve long years in the Misty Mountains Realm, where the food, though not ordinary, was far from satisfying, he had often yearned for the flavors of home and the celestial food that gathered delicacies from all corners of the world.

    After three rounds of wine, Wang Chen spoke, “True Master Chenming, thank you for the generous gifts. However, I currently have no intention of returning to my roots. I hope you’ll understand.”

    The larger the family, the fiercer the internal strife; the waters were deep and treacherous.

    Once entangled, nine out of ten would meet a grim fate!

    Wang Chen had no desire to wade into such murky waters, so he chose to make his stance clear from the outset to avoid awkward refusals later.

    Wang Chenming was momentarily taken aback but then smiled, “Fellow traveler, you misunderstand.”

    He clapped his hands again, signaling the musicians, singers, and serving girls to withdraw, leaving only himself and Wang Chen in the hall.

    This direct descendant of the Wang Family casually waved his hand, erecting a soundproof barrier.

    Outside this barrier, even Nascent Soul true immortals would be unable to hear a single word.

    Wang Chenming asked, “True Master Wang, have you heard of the Qianxing Meeting?”

    Qianxing Meeting?

    Wang Chen calmly shook his head, “I have not.”

    Wang Chenming smiled, “If you’re willing, I would like to serve as your introducer!”

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