Ye Ning said: "Master's words make sense. This jade slip has a great effect on my disciple. I have no repayment, so I gave this fire jade flower to my master. I wish my master to realize the immortal way as soon as possible!"

"Huo Jinhua?!" Even though Shui Wu Mingdao had a strong heart, he couldn't help but get excited when he saw such a gifted treasure.

With this treasure, he could complete the five spiritual roots, and he could expect to achieve immortality from now on. He was not pretentious, he took the Huojin Flower with both hands and stored it in a precious place.

Afterwards, the master and the disciple started talking about the way of life and death. Wu Yaokong added a cup of spiritual tea from time to time and listened with great interest. Shui Wuming was able to create a magical power when the Venerable was cultivating, which was amazing, even in the early period.

He is also a monster-like genius. Even Wu Yaokong, an immortal king, had some understanding of his fantastic ideas about the way of life and death.

The time of a stick of incense is neither long nor short.

When they were talking about having fun, Jin Heng walked into the main hall. He said respectfully: "Fellow Daoist Ye, all the monks in Gengrao City have been assembled, and Jin is here to report."

Ye Ning said: "Okay. How many people are there?"

Jin Heng said: "There are more than 465,000 people. Among them, there are about 400,000 sect monks and only 160,000 casual cultivators. Fellow Taoist Ye, Jin has an unkind request. I don't know whether to talk about it or not."

Ye Ning said: "Speak."

Jin Heng sighed and said: "The life of casual cultivators is not easy. In less than ten years after the birth of the Nightmare Clan, 99% of the casual cultivators gathered in Gengrao City have died. Almost 90% of the remaining casual cultivators have died.

Everyone is running out of supplies, not to mention spiritual stones. Many of the magic weapons of the casual cultivators are damaged and cannot be repaired. Jin kindly asks Taoist friends to leave a way for fellow casual cultivators to survive."

Ye Ning said: "You want Ye to waive their rent?"

"Yes." Jin Heng gritted his teeth and said, "Please help me, fellow Taoist."

Ye Ning shook his head and said: "This case cannot be made! If the casual cultivators don't have spirit stones, they can owe it first. In the fantasy city, our sect has issued tens of thousands of tasks. They can complete the tasks in exchange for spirit stones."

"This..." Jin Heng hesitated. Ye Ning's temperament is extremely difficult to grasp. He was said to have residual fever, but he did not kill all the monks;

Do it! According to what he said, after these 160,000 casual cultivators enter the city, they will probably become free labor for the Huanjue Sect. However, Ye Ning has no relationship with them, so why should he support 160,000 people in vain? Jin Heng said:

"Okay! The 160,000 loose cultivators of Jin generation agreed."

Ye Ning didn't know Jin Heng's little thoughts. He smiled and said: "What? Jin Heng, fellow Taoist, thinks Ye is too harsh? Huan City is not big. There are already three million monks living in it, and it is overcrowded! Ye hopes that the monks in Gengrao City will not

Pushing the limit! It’s good that they can survive, but do you still want Ye to support them like their ancestors?!"

Jin Heng was shocked by Ye Ning's momentum and said: "Fellow Daoist Ye is joking. We have our own sense of proportion."

"That's great!" Ye Ning waved her long sleeves, stood up, and said, "Let's leave now."

He walked out of the Golden Palace and saw a dark group of monks standing in the air. Their expressions were different, either nervous or excited. Ye Ning raised his hand and offered up a black stone tower. As soon as the tower landed on the ground, he went crazy.

It grew, and in a moment it towered into the clouds, and a black door with a height of a hundred feet was opened, exuding a mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere.
Chapter completed!