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Chapter 1152 - 839 Gradually Becoming a Big Shot! _3

Chapter 1152: Chapter 839 Gradually Becoming a Big Shot! _3

Wang Zijia shook his head and said, "No need, the remaining injuries require slow, meticulous care. The external environment doesn’t have much effect; I’ll just go back and heal slowly."

"Alright, just be more careful yourself. Although becoming an immortal body makes reviving with a drop of blood possible, negligently depleting your Essence Blood can cause permanent ailments," Zhang Daoxuan cautioned.

"I understand!"

Zhang Daoxuan said no more and vanished.

Wang Zijia bowed in his direction and then left Xuanqing Palace.

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

Outside the temple, Qin Xianyu and An Xingsheng had been waiting for more than a month. For a new golden immortal like Qin Xianyu, this showed how much he valued his relationship with Wang Zijia.

"Let’s go, back to the pavilion," said Wang Zijia, leaping into the air as he spoke.

"Master, are your injuries healed?" Qin Xianyu asked worriedly.

"The situation has stabilized for the most part, the rest will have to heal slowly. Staying here doesn’t make much of a difference, so let’s not disturb the Grand Master’s peace," Wang Zijia replied indifferently.

"It’s all my fault for being useless, causing you to suffer so much," said Qin Xianyu.

"Don’t speak such disheartening words. Trading a severe injury for your ascension to golden immortal status is a huge gain," Wang Zijia responded.

Qin Xianyu paused briefly, his hands tightening subconsciously while An Xingsheng silently followed.

The three of them quickly headed towards the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion and Immortal Cliff Residence.

...

"Master!"

"Pavilion Master!"

"Pulse Master!"

Just having returned to Immortal Cliff Residence, various direct lineage disciples who had received the news and waited for a long time immediately surrounded him, looking at Wang Zijia with concern.

"Fifth Brother, are you alright?" among the crowd, Li Shenghui, who held a unique position, and Zhang Decheng, who had the closest relationship with him from the days in Wanyu Sect’s Chuan Dao Tower, asked worriedly.

Wang Zijia waved his hand and said, "It’s just the result of forcibly using Tao Law, a bit of depletion, nothing as serious as you all think."

Hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, though the Spirit Suppressing Pavilion was said to be a direct lineage pavilion of Taiching Palace and was given proper treatment and status, its strength was not really comparable to that of other pavilions of the same rank at Taiching Palace; it was weaker by more than just one level.

Without Wang Zijia, everything might have reverted to how it was years ago.

"Disperse!" Wang Zijia looked around at everyone and said indifferently.

"Respect the decree!" Everyone bowed respectfully, their emotions settled, and quietly left.

"You all disperse too; I’ll go into seclusion for a while," Wang Zijia said to Qin Xianyu and the others.

"Yes!"

Everyone bowed and then left one after another.

Once everyone had left, Wang Zijia went straight into the Duobao World.

Decisively entering the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, he eradicated various dire conditions within his body.

This half-month of dreadful experience was indeed torturous.

It left him speechless, even more so than his own past rash actions of flaying himself with one swift cut.

The lengthy, terrible struggle, and the burning pain throughout his body...

It was literally like acting out a life-threatening drama!

"Phew..."

After a while, having recovered, Wang Zijia felt a wave of relief wash over his entire body, and he let out a long sigh.

Then, for the first time, Wang Zijia had the leisure to inspect the changes Qin Xianyu’s ascension had brought him.

"Pseudo-Spirit Borrowing: Qin Xianyu!"

With a surge of Spiritual Light entering his body, Wang Zijia’s aura rapidly expanded.

Although the blessings stopped at the pseudo-golden immortal level, Wang Zijia distinctly felt the difference.

Whether it was because Qin Xianyu was more deeply entangled with him, or because of some Demon Seeding, Wang Zijia found this blessing to be many times stronger than Pu Xian’s.

And...

With a thought, Wang Zijia summoned a giant spiritual figure behind him.

Looking over his shoulder, Wang Zijia saw a three Zhang tall ethereal figure, imposing and majestic, with a Dao Wheel hanging above its head and emitting an ancient and vast aura, like a deity from the ancient times.

It was clearly his own Dao Ying, yet it felt stronger than himself.

’Am I summoning a version of myself to bless myself?’

’Is this some sort of matryoshka doll scenario?’

...

At that moment, Wang Zijia, feeling the surge of power within, was somewhat disoriented.

Of course, he understood that this Dao Ying was actually the manifestation of Qin Xianyu’s Great Dao and not truly Wang Zijia himself.

It wasn’t that it couldn’t be, but that it wasn’t as of now.

Qin Xianyu’s Hua Meng Dao originally leaned more towards the Illusion Technique, but now due to various factors, it was more inclined towards summoning.

If Wang Zijia were stronger than Qin Xianyu, this spiritual figure could use Wang Zijia’s power with his permission, somewhat like summoning a deity in disguise.

If Wang Zijia was not stronger than Qin Xianyu, then this spiritual figure was merely a manifestation of the Dao, and the actual power was still concentrated within Qin Xianyu.

Amid these thoughts, Wang Zijia began to seriously study this status.

As far as combat strength was concerned, he was no longer afraid of golden immortals; although he might not necessarily defeat them, he no longer needed to flee either!

If it really came to a fight, he would only be at a disadvantage, the kind where a one-on-one duel doesn’t pose a life-threatening risk but might involve being suppressed.

...

Wang Zijia remained in seclusion for two months before emerging.

It was not until Wang Zijia came out that the disciples in the pavilion, who had been somewhat anxious, completely relaxed.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Good morning, Pavilion Master!"

"Morning!"

On that day, after Wang Zijia finished his morning routine and came to the front of the building, An Xingsheng, as always, was waiting with the increasingly robust ’secretary’ Taoist Boy service team.