All the people went silent. The scene before them was far too shocking for most of those present.
At that moment, a notification rang in Wang Ping's ears.
[Ding! Host, your fame has increased. 1 → 5.]
Although he still did not know what the use of fame was, Wang Ping was happy to see his fame rising before his eyes.
Meanwhile, on the high platform, the Sect Master sat among the elders, his brows deeply furrowed. He thought to himself, How did he do that? I didn't see anything at all. Could it be that this person has a higher cultivation than me? But how is that possible? I am a peak Nascent Soul realm cultivator. I know almost all of the Nascent Soul cultivators in the Great Jing Dynasty where the Azure Sword Sect is located. I even have considerable contact with Nascent Soul level cultivators from other dynasties. Then who is this person?
His thoughts grew darker. Could this person be a legendary Soul Transformation realm being? How is that possible? A Soul Transformation realm being has not appeared in the surrounding dynasties for the last thousand years.
He could not understand at all.
At that time, Wang Ping spoke to him. "Hey old man, how long are you going to think? This seat has given you such a once in a lifetime opportunity and you still haven't acknowledged it?"
All the elders frowned at Wang Ping's disrespectful tone, but the Sect Master sent them a voice transmission. Wait. I cannot see through him. His cultivation is at least equivalent to mine, or perhaps even stronger than me.
Hearing this, all the elders were shocked into silence.
The Sect Master then stood and walked to the edge of the platform, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked down with dignity and spoke to Wang Ping. "Fellow Daoist, do you not think your request is a bit excessive? After all, this sect is the inheritance of our ancestors. How can we simply give it up?"
Wang Ping shook his head and replied, "Hmm, everything has its price. Just name it, Sect Leader. I will definitely satisfy you."
The Sect Master heard Wang Ping's arrogant tone and his brows furrowed once more. He thought to himself, Damn it, you bastard. I am giving you face and you constantly disrespect us. Fine. You said everything has its price. Then let us see if you can afford it.
A cold smile crept into his mind. He then spoke aloud, "Hehe, Fellow Daoist, since you believe that everyone and everything has its price, why do you not satisfy our request first? Actually, I have been stuck in my sword dao for a long time. I would be grateful if you could give me an Enlightenment Pill."
Hearing the Sect Master's demand, all the elders were shocked.
The Enlightenment Pill? The Sect Master asked for that? It has not appeared in Great Jing or the surrounding dynasties for thousands of years.
Well, this is fine. Good, good. This bastard has been constantly humiliating us. Now it is his turn to be embarrassed.
Every pair of eyes on the ground turned toward Wang Ping.
Seeing the situation before him, Wang Ping smiled faintly. Then, with an arrogant tone, he said, "That's it?"
The Sect Master nearly cursed him aloud right then and there.
At that moment, Wang Ping threw a bottle toward the platform. He had taken it from the System Mall, but to everyone else, it appeared as if the bottle had suddenly materialized in his hand out of thin air.
The Sect Master caught it. His hands trembled slightly as he looked at the bottle. Then his expression changed completely. The elders beside him leaned in, their eyes widening. Their voices came out trembling.
"This Dao rhymes... Enlightenment Pill."