Chapter 305 The Value of Information

Although his personal strength is far beyond his own realm, the secret realm of tempering is still a level of being high or low. In this gathering of great masters, Chen Shaobai knew very well and only listened and didn't say anything.

Like other new monks who come with their elders.

Chen Shaobai noticed keenly that these junior monks are not those who are in the limelight recently, such as Ma Fengzi and Miqilin, but are some existences whose talents and wills are not outstanding but have something to do with the transformation of the gods.

"People are selfish. Although those with great supernatural powers can almost live forever without life and death, they still transform from the mundane world and cannot completely cut off the bonds of cause and effect..."

Taking everything in sight, Chen Shaobai was like an outsider, calmly collecting information and thinking about it.

Everyone present had status and status, and they were all extraordinary. They responded in the past and followed them all, so there was no such thing as hosting at this meeting. It was just that Ren Chunqiu greeted each other, and everyone started talking about it.

It is said that people talk a lot, but in this group of immortal palaces, even if the sounds are scattered, it still makes people feel like spring breeze. It sounds so pleasant, as if every word and every sentence contain the supreme mystery of practice, which makes people suddenly realize it.

The few great masters who spoke at the beginning said a few words. He said that even though he was as smart as Chen Shaobai, he could not figure out anything. Later, Cang Donglong and others with straightforward personality came straight to the point, abandoned hypocrisy, and everything became straightforward.

Not only him, but even those ordinary and abnormal strong second generations understand a lot.

This meeting was an open private exchange at the world's No. 1 auction, but in fact it was planning for the future war between the two worlds.

According to the spies, the Purgatory World has recently launched a large-scale concession of troops, ranging from two years to seven or eight years later, and the outbreak of war is inevitable.

Even the war between immortals and demons is like a mortal battlefield, with a distinction between strongholds, strategies and tactics. It is not just that the peak combat power and magical powers are bombarded at will.

Chen Shaobai had already guessed about these things, but when he heard the discussions of the magical people, he couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

Spirit stone mineral veins, medicinal fields, natural dangers and desperate situations... All things related to war are divided up one by one in the disputes between the gods.

Chen Shaobai, who is familiar with many books, knows very well that the dust settles the ownership of resources and defense responsibilities in almost every region represents the blood of tens of thousands of monks.

But in the mouths of these great masters, their lives are as light as feathers and are not worth mentioning at all.

"All the gods are ants!"

This widely circulated sentence flashed in Chen Shaobai's mind. Although it only appeared like lightning, it left him a deep shock.

"The longer I live, the more numb you are. Or is it cold and ruthless? If I take Xiaomiao back to her but cannot make her advance to the gods, I can only see her grow old and eventually turn into a piece of loess, will I become like this?"

The sudden sadness made Chen Shaobai's heart tremble. Feeling the changes in the surrounding energy, he raised his head slightly and saw a thin white-faced young man with a thin figure and seemingly no power to tie a chicken.

Understand that the other party’s goal was himself, Chen Shaobai gave a monk’s meeting ceremony casually and said, “What advice do you have?”

The white-faced scholar was also acquainted. He shook his hand casually and sat down beside Chen Shaobai: "I'm just having nothing to do, I just want to chat with someone. Those guys are so bored that I can only find you."

As he said this, the white-faced scholar raised his fingers and pointed at the strong second generation who were honestly staying behind those who were great masters pretending to be good and wanted to leave a good impression, with a look of contempt.

"Is this guy quite interesting?"

Seeing him looking cynical, Chen Shaobai became interested slightly, so he simply gave up his politeness and asked directly: "What's your name?"

"Don't have your surname...Huh? You are so interesting. My surname is Zheng Li, Zheng Li of Zheng, Zheng Li of Zheng."

The white-faced scholar shook his head, looking like a poor scholar. Chen Shaobai shook his head, but he was secretly concerned in his heart.

This seemingly familiar guy is actually one of the second generations of gods who are famous in Kaiyuan. The only son of the head of Haotian Sect, Zheng Li!

"Xiao Miao was forcibly taken to Haotian Sect by Ling Weizi, and the Taoist name is Mengli. I don't know how much this guy knows..."

With the intention of inquiring about the news, Chen Shaobai started chatting with Zheng Li in a mess.

But what made him speechless was that this famous second generation of gods was a real person who could compete with his first half of his life. He was only interested in online biography and never listened to any major events happening around him. He had no other name than "Mengli" except for knowing that there would be a fight to attract brides in two years.

After understanding this, Chen Shaobai had no idea of ​​attracting this guy who seemed awesome but was useless.

He does not flatter someone from great powers, so why do he flatter others?

But the bad nature of being accustomed is always rooted in human nature. As a second generation of gods, in the past, even if Zheng Li didn't speak, there were countless people chattering in his ears. Now, when he met someone who didn't swear, he was full of interest, racked his brains to find topics, chatted with Chen Shaobai with a stern face, and was happy to accept it.

"I don't understand why they are so sure that the war between the two realms will start? Could it be that the geniuses on the Kaiyuan World's celestial immortal list went to the underground world to kill a demon emperor indirectly? Even so, the culprit is Xiangdong's Demon Emperor!"

The topic was completely empty, so Zheng Li simply threw out the questions in his mind one by one.

"The world's general trend, long-term division will lead to unity, long-term division will lead to unity. The Kaiyuan Purgatory Realm is separated for too long, and it is time to merge. What's more, war does not require a reason, it only needs a fuse."

Chen Shaobai said this seemingly meaningful thing, but in fact it was nonsense.

But when Zheng Li heard this, his eyes lit up. His slightly white cheeks looked a little flushed because of the filling of blood: "The world's general trend will be together for a long time, and it will be together for a long time... I have heard this before, but it is not as concise as you said. It's really..."

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful!"

Chen Shaobai rolled his eyes and was speechless.

To put it bluntly, these words are nothing more than the four big words "the way of heaven moves", and anyone can say them.

The war is protracted, and the discussions related to it will not be too short.

In this way, in the eyes of everyone's attention. As the world's number one auction is underway, a chess game that divides the world is gradually unfolding.

...

Time flies like a flash of time.

In the blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

These days, Chen Shaobai has not only practiced habitually, but also listened to discussions among the powerful god-turned-gods.

For him, it is very interesting to see these guys who used to be tall and arrogant and treat the people like ants and argue endlessly.

What's more, there are huge benefits to be pursued.

Chen Shaobai felt something, and suddenly opened his eyes and saw a white-faced scholar looking at him frantically, with admiration.

It is the second generation of God Zheng Li.

"Xiaobai. I have recorded all the results of their discussion these days, this is it."

Zheng Li proudly handed out a snow-white parchment roll, as if very satisfied with his achievements.

"Oh? Let's take a look first."

Chen Shaobai took the parchment roll casually, and his magic power flowed. A line of silver light shining, and small words about dragons and phoenixes dancing appeared.

He looked at these things with a glance, nodded slightly, and praised: "It's very good. You have forced to remember most of the strategic plans, but there are still some small mistakes that need to be changed."

"Here, the guard work of Tongtianbi is responsible for Jueqing Cliff, but it is not them who belong in the end, but..."

The mistakes in Zheng Li’s records were pointed out one by one by Chen Shaobai. They were clear and had full and powerful reasons, which was impressive.

"Okay, you go back and change it."

Chen Shaobai shook his hand impatiently, and Zheng Li left with full of respect and self-satisfaction.

"This kid is quite smart? He obviously has no combat power. His cultivation is entirely built by his natural talents and treasures. He can see so many things. If he can transform it well, he will be a good seedling."

After a moment of chaos and thoughts swaying, Chen Shaobai stopped his feelings. While practicing, he was diligent and listened to the discussions of many great masters.

While he was doing his daily work, Zheng Li had already brought the parchment scroll back to the sphere of influence of Haotianmen. While listening carefully, he was still writing.

Noticed Zheng Li's unusual behavior, the head of Haotian Sect frowned.

Zheng Li was talented but ignorant. If he hadn't instilled in the uncontrollable treasures of heaven and earth, he would have been turned into a piece of loess because of his exhaustion of life. Now in such a serious situation, he was still doing such a thing without doing anything, which would be a shame.

"Dog thing! You..."

He habitually prepared to whisper his son, but noticed the handwriting written by Zheng Li, but the leader of Haotian Sect suddenly became stunned.

"Isn't this our strategic intentions and the world divided by these days?"

"It seems that my son has finally grown up, knows how to understand the current situation in the world, and cares about the interests of the sect..."

Just when the leader of Haotian Sect was in fantasy, Zheng Li also fell into fantasy.

At this moment, only Chen Shaobai's words were echoing in his mind seven days ago.

"Don't worry about the things they have, you can record them with paper and pen, and sell them out in the future. Each 200 million spirit stone will definitely be priced but not market."

Chen Shaobai was so annoyed that he gave a casual sentence, but Zheng Li was given the imperial edict and implemented without any discount.

What he cares about is not the spirit stone, but the pleasure of earning wealth.

This is the self-satisfaction of the second generation of Huxu God.

...

In a flash, another three days were gone.

The discussions between the great masters continued, and Chen Shaobai and Zheng Li joined in the fun, listening with relish.

"Today is the auction day for the Water Tribulation Pill? Zheng Li, please record them carefully. Don't miss a few words. I'll help you analyze it when you come back."

Chen Shaobai suddenly stood up and walked out of the Immortal Palace.
Chapter completed!