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Chapter 843 - 703: Alas, that kid Yun Lai...

Chapter 843: Chapter 703: Alas, that kid Yun Lai...

Wang Zijia inhaled the aroma of the wine and resisted the urge to complain.

Shi Zhongkuan did not speak, but after a silent bow, he floated away.

"I have seen Li Immortal Venerate!" Wang Zijia maintained his usual attitude and gave a bow.

"Sit!" Li Benlin was not as formal as when they first met, nor did he put on any airs of a Celestial Immortal. Quite casually, he pointed to the seat next to him and said to Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia bowed his hands again and, without being polite, sat casually next to Li Benlin.

If it had been a Nine Realms Profound Immortal, he might have been more reserved, but with a Celestial Immortal...

Having interacted unclearly with Bai Mei on equal terms for nearly half a year, he could no longer be reserved in front of this person. Moreover, he now possessed the power of a Celestial Immortal himself.

Li Benlin glanced at Wang Zijia and asked, "How is your capacity for liquor?"

Wang Zijia looked at the other party’s Immortal Wine, understanding why he was asked this question.

Naturally, it wasn’t about the normal capacity for liquor.

For a Tribulation Crossing Cultivator, the immortal body is not yet materialized or ruled by the Principle.

Drinking Eighth Rank Immortal Wine would typically knock one out in a single cup, the kind that might put you to sleep for several years.

Without special means, such a drink was clearly not suitable to be treated as a common beverage during a chat.

Wang Zijia smiled lightly and said, "It’s not bad!"

Li Benlin raised an eyebrow, filled Wang Zijia’s cup to the brim, and made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing this, Wang Zijia casually took the wine cup and drained it in one go.

The rich aroma exploded on the tip of the tongue, and spiritual power spread and expanded within his body. However, it wasn’t violent; instead, it was extremely easy to absorb.

Even so, it was a bit of an overload for Wang Zijia.

Fortunately, the human skin paper man was always watching his status. As soon as Wang Zijia began to feel dizzy, it diluted the effect so he didn’t end up lying down with his eyes rolled back after drinking.

"Value +13.42 million!"

A cup of wine, over ten million in value, tsk tsk!

"Excellent wine!" Wang Zijia exclaimed with appreciation.

Li Benlin looked at Wang Zijia again, filled his cup once more with wine but did not urge him to keep drinking.

Wang Zijia did not down it in one gulp again.

After all, this was not at a banquet, but a private tea-tasting and casual conversation.

Wang Zijia could not afford to embarrass himself in front of Li Benlin just to gain a few ten million more in value.

That would be too unwise!

After slowly sipping half a cup more, Wang Zijia put down his wine cup and asked, "Does Li Immortal Venerate seek me for a matter?"

"Drop the formalities. Let’s just call each other fellow daoists," Li Benlin said.

Wang Zijia paused for a moment, then said, "Very well!"

Li Benlin took another sip of wine and said, "There is something I do not understand."

Wang Zijia, who was about to lift his cup again, stopped and replied, "Please speak, Fellow Daoist Li."

"If my people haven’t mistaken, your Taoist title should be Chi Yang, Nine Tribulations Chi Yang?" Li Benlin looked at him as he inquired about his Taoist title, in fact confirming Wang Zijia’s identity.

"It seems that fellow daoist sent people to the Spirit Suppressing Realm?" Wang Zijia nodded, then changed the subject, asking, "How is Wanyu doing?"

"I haven’t inquired much about that," Li Benlin answered and continued asking, "Then who is this Yun Zhongzi?"

"That’s another one of my Taoist titles. Since fellow daoist dispatched people to the Spirit Suppressing Realm, you should already be aware of this. After all, this should be no secret there, and is probably common knowledge," Wang Zijia replied with a smile.

Back then, for the sake of the inheritance of the Divine Position, Yun Lai had even lit the heavenly lantern during the match above the clouds!

"So, you are indeed Yun Zhongzi, the Taiching Immortal Seed, the Senior Brother of Yun Lai," Li Benlin confirmed.

Yun Lai, having become a Celestial Immortal in the End of Dharma Era, had a considerable reputation and legend at the Taiching Palace.

"Yun Lai... such distant memories!" Upon hearing Yun Lai’s name, Wang Zijia suddenly felt a touch of loneliness, putting down his wine cup and walking over to the edge of the Star-picking Platform.

The evening breeze blew gently, causing his robes and hair to flutter in the wind.

The profound night sky, sprinkled with twinkling stars, added an air of loneliness and age to Wang Zijia’s features.

Standing at the edge of the Star-picking Platform and looking at the night of Taiching Palace through those ancient eyes, it was as if he could see the times of the Fifth Epoch.

He lapsed into a long daze!

"That lad had good talents, pity he wasn’t blessed with much fortune, leading quite a tough life," Wang Zijia eventually sighed and said.

Li Benlin, still seated, watched Wang Zijia’s lonely figure and emotionally acknowledged everything, speechless for a moment.

"According to our information, fellow daoist didn’t use the slumber method to get through the End of Dharma, did you?" After a while, Li Benlin asked.

Wang Zijia didn’t turn around, standing with his hands behind his back, he said in a quiet voice:

"I wasn’t so fortunate. Back then, Changmei and the others had all decayed, and I had just completed reincarnation. I hoped to use it to escape the decay. But then, the twelve main gods of the Witch Realm united with the Devil Gate to launch an invasion unexpectedly."

"Surviving amid turmoil, I used some methods, took advantage of the Time Sin to create a grave for myself, and buried everyone."

As he spoke, Wang Zijia lifted his head, gazed into the profound and pitch-black night sky, and nonchalantly continued,

"Recently, didn’t you dig up my tomb? Even turned the burial ground into Taoist soldier Magic Treasures?"

"Since the matter of the Spirit Suppressing Realm has been thoroughly investigated, surely you must be aware of these details?"

Having said this, Wang Zijia calmly turned back to look at Li Benlin.

Li Benlin’s breath caught for a moment.

Originally, he thought that questioning Wang Zijia today would be quite challenging, but to his surprise, the other party had been straightforward from the beginning.

To be honest, at his stage, even the figures from ancient times seemed average in his eyes.

After all, an ancient Tribulation Crossing Cultivator is still just that, nothing more than clinging to life.

However, when he verified some of the information about the person before him, and even some of the things hinted at behind that information, he was somewhat startled.

Even when his Martial Uncle visited before, he specifically mentioned it, reminding him that if possible, he should try to gather him back to the Sect.

After all, if he wasn’t mistaken, this person in front of him had already been a reincarnated individual during the End of Dharma Era’s Fifth Epoch!

The existence of a reincarnator in the Fifth Epoch... surely it couldn’t be that he’s a super ancient relic from the Fourth Epoch who lived on!

If that’s the case, he would indeed have to be quite capable!

Li Benlin probably didn’t know how to respond to Wang Zijia’s previous remarks, his thoughts flickered, and he fell silent for a while.

Wang Zijia then gathered his thoughts, stepped back to his seat, took up his cup again, and finished the remaining half cup of Spiritual Wine, saying, "Fellow Daoist Li called me here just to talk about old times?"

Li Benlin refilled Wang Zijia’s cup with wine before replying, "Fellow Daoist, what do you think of the current Taiching?"

Wang Zijia didn’t ponder much and shook his head, saying, "I don’t think much, I’m completely unfamiliar with the Taiching Palace in the current East Desolate, as well as with the Taiching Palace in the Central Immortal Domain."

"Moreover, speaking of which, the current East Desolate Taiching Palace isn’t really the inheritance of the Taiching Palace from those days..."

"So whether it’s in terms of inheritance or understanding, I don’t know much about it, it’s just a bit of history."

As he said this, Wang Zijia paused briefly, looked at Li Benlin very directly and candidly, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, are you asking this because you want me to return to Taiching?"

Li Benlin nodded and said, "These years, the Sect has intended to reunite the various branches. If Fellow Daoist is willing, Wanyu can become a part of the Taiching lineage."

Wang Zijia didn’t immediately respond but asked, "Are there any old timers who have survived in the Taiching Palace?"

Li Benlin then asked, "Is Fellow Daoist asking about people from the Fifth Epoch, or...?"

Wang Zijia gave Li Benlin an almost mocking glance and said, "Naturally, I am asking about people from the Fifth Epoch."

Li Benlin nodded and then shook his head, saying, "There are indeed some Ancient Cultivators in the palace, including some slumberers from the East Desolate Taiching Palace, but there’s probably no one you’d be familiar with."

Indeed, if there were, they probably wouldn’t need to send someone to the Spirit Suppressing Realm afterwards to come up with a rough result and finally confirm the identity.

As Wang Zijia’s thoughts flickered, the other party added, "However... there is a top-tier Sect in the Central Immortal Domain formed exclusively by Ancient Cultivators, and there might be people there that Fellow Daoist knows."

Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows, suddenly flipped his hand, and produced a scroll painting, asking, "Do they have these people?"

"This is?" Li Benlin inquired, looking at the scroll.

"They could be considered my disciples back in the day. I left some things for them, and they should have been able to survive the End of Dharma. Yet, I’ve seen none of them in the East Desolate," explained Wang Zijia.

Li Benlin gave another glance at the casually speaking Wang Zijia, then directed his gaze toward the scroll.

On the scroll, above the Endless Immortal City, on a floating Fairy Island, a young man is preaching to dozens of children and teenagers in a small courtyard.

A Fourth Grade Painting Dao Magic Treasure depicted everything from back then with incredible vividness.

Li Benlin frowned as he looked at the scroll for a while, and besides recognizing Wang Zijia himself as the one teaching, he didn’t recognize anyone else.

He shook his head and said, "They’re too young."

Yes, too young!

If they really survived, they would at least have to become Immortals by now, otherwise they would have turned to dust, especially since it’s been many years into the Sixth Era.

Such people would be far different from those in the scroll, whether in aura or appearance.

"..."

Perhaps because of Wang Zijia’s directness, after clarifying their purpose, the two of them became much more casual with each other.

They chatted back and forth for a while, with no clear purpose to the conversation besides the topic of returning to the Taiching Palace.

As for returning to the Taiching Palace, Wang Zijia did not give a definite reply.

After all, with such a slight connection, if Wang Zijia were to return with his current stance, he would be seen as just another refugee from the Fifth Epoch who had survived tribulation. What’s the point?

It would be better to get Wanyu in good order first. By the time they actually join Taiching Palace, the other party’s attitude would be completely different.

After chatting for quite some time, Wang Zijia, after much hesitation, still asked about a Spiritual Object.

It wouldn’t hurt to owe a favor.

Unfortunately, the other party looked but did not find any information about the Spiritual Object Wang Zijia was seeking. However, he promised to inquire for Wang Zijia after returning to the Central Immortal Domain.

This left Wang Zijia feeling a bit heavy-hearted – if even such a Celestial Immortal didn’t have it, the item for his own immortalization was truly difficult to handle!

After talking for the better part of an hour, the two bid farewell and left.