Chapter 1768 - 1753: Tomorrow

"Your strategy is excellent, and sending the official document to the Barbarian Spirit Hall is indeed a good move!" That night, the War Spirit Hall Master Bi Ze visited the residence of Tongna, the Second Grand Power Sacrifice, for a private discussion.

After all, taking the opportunity to eliminate or disable the Left Chief Priest of the Barbarian Spirit Hall or the Barbarian Spirit Hall’s Inherited Divine Messenger is a significant matter.

Even if they, the War Soul Hall, occupied the moral high ground at that time, it would cause a huge uproar, so preparations must be made in advance.

"Then, when the time comes, we should..."

"Just go ahead and do it! No matter where this matter is placed, you’re in the right! Besides, didn’t Ye sign the Life and Death Contract on that banner?"

At that time, when I need it, I will step forward myself." The Second Grand Power Sacrifice Tongna smiled, but his eyes were filled with cold ruthlessness.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhen quietly emerged from the Heavenly Patrol Office, his expression seemed somewhat... how should I say, painful yet joyful.

His plan had begun to be deployed, and next, it was about how to exert effort in management.

But no matter what, obtaining the Ten Thousand Bones Reincarnation Seal avatar was at least a hope.

However, a great price had to be paid.

Undeniably, compared with the Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu, Chief Eunuch Yu Chao’en was much more humane; he merely made Ye Zhen owe him a favor, mainly on account of Princess Changle.

As for the conditions proposed by Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu, Ye Zhen could only say that he is truly deserving of his reputation as a ruthless person managing the Heavenly Patrol for so many years.

To meet Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu’s conditions, Ye Zhen might pay a great price in the future.

Of course, for the current Ye Zhen, as long as he can break through to the Dark Palace Realm smoothly, any cost is worth it.

After a quiet night, following a brief rest, Ye Zhen appeared at the gate of the War Soul Hall as the first rays of the sun emerged, just as the great gate of the War Soul Hall opened.

A few Moon Priests, who set out early to handle affairs, were dumbfounded upon seeing Ye Zhen planting the flag.

The news of Ye Zhen’s successive defeat of twenty Moon Priests from the War Soul Hall the previous day had already spread. Now seeing Ye Zhen, nobody wanted to invite disaster.

Each turned back around.

However, the rotating priest who had just opened the gate acted more decisively. Upon realizing it was Ye Zhen, they resolutely shut the newly opened gate, and there was no further movement.

This left Ye Zhen quite bewildered.

"Really? Is the War Soul Hall this capable of enduring?"

"Could it be that they are going to hide like turtles?"

Despite his astonishment, Ye Zhen still planted the newly crafted banners and the victory flag from yesterday.

"On June 7th, Ye Zhen consecutively defeated one hundred and forty-one priest times from the War Soul Hall, utterly defeating thirty-four Moon Priests, and greatly bested the First Killing Spear Sima Yan, forcing the War Soul Hall Master Bi Ze to shut the doors before noon!"

Subsequently, Ye Zhen planted a second victory banner and wrote in large letters.

"On June 8th, at a quarter past the Hour of Chen, upon seeing Ye Zhen’s approach, all the War Soul Hall Moon Priests recoiled and retreated, once again closing and sealing the hall!"

Inside the War Soul Hall, upon receiving the news, Left Chief Priest Xii Mo, Great Ritual Da Dalantai, and several high-level core priests watched Ye Zhen outside with the two planted victory banners, each gnashing their teeth in hatred.

If it weren’t for explicit instructions from the Hall Master to allow Ye Zhen to rampage today and take harsh action tomorrow, there might already have been a Day Priest going out to teach Ye Zhen a lesson.

Not to mention the two victory banners planted by Ye Zhen. They were essentially pillars of shame for the War Soul Hall, and the flags fluttering boldly in the wind felt like slaps on their faces.

In fact, not only the high-level personnel of the War Soul Hall, but even the Hall Master Bi Ze was infuriated upon receiving this news.

"This brat has gone too far!"

With a furious shout, the jade table before Bi Ze turned directly into a powder.

Strategy is strategy, but face is face.

Even if they abolish or even eliminate Ye Zhen tomorrow, the reputation of the War Soul Hall is already tarnished.

The Hall Master may be mocked by his peers for a time.

But there’s no choice, no suitable Moon Priest in the War Soul Hall could be found to counter Ye Zhen.

The War Soul possessed by the War Soul Hall is indeed formidable, but finding someone who could be recognized as a successor and able to invoke a War Soul Possession, like the First Killing Spear Sima Yan, was exceedingly rare.

Conversely, the War Soul Hall doesn’t have only one Hall door; but typically, only the Main Hall’s gate opens.

Now the Main Hall’s door was blocked by Ye Zhen. They could open the back or side doors to enter and exit affairs.

But the problem is, they cannot afford such humiliation.

If they really did that, the War Soul Hall would become known for being forced by Ye Zhen to abandon the front door and open the back door.

This would forever be a disgrace that the War Soul Hall could never lift.

"Send the order, telling the priests of the War Soul Hall not to come today to avoid being humiliated by this brat!" War Soul Hall Master Bi Ze gritted his teeth, issuing the command.

However, the news that followed caused Bi Ze’s veins to throb. Even though Ye Zhen had no opponents to challenge today, a large number of priests continued to gather to watch at the entrance of the War Soul Hall.

The feeling, indescribable.

For Bi Ze, with each additional priest, it felt like another pair of eyes saw through his dignity.

Humiliation!

However, only enduring could relieve this anger.

Even though the number of spectators kept increasing.

The large crowd mainly gathered due to a small trick by Ye Zhen.

Didn’t Ye Zhen announce yesterday he would gift a mysterious present worth fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones?

There might be three or four thousand watching priests; each getting fifty thousand, that wasn’t feasible. Even if Ye Zhen bankrupted himself, it wouldn’t suffice.

However, a man’s word is his bond, and promises must be kept.

So Ye Zhen produced Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pills worth fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones.

A Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pill officially exchanges for one hundred High Grade Spirit Stones, so Ye Zhen took out five hundred Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pills and grouped them into sets of five for lottery draws!

Yes, a lottery draw.

Fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones split among a few dozen people is a small fortune, but divided among thousands, it’s meaningless.

Using it for a lottery, not only creates fun but also keeps Ye Zhen’s promise.

Surprisingly, this small game excited the priests tremendously.

Finished one round, eagerly anticipating the next, each refusing to leave.

Until evening, Ye Zhen took out another ten thousand Low Grade Thought Spirit Pills for more lottery draws.

To his surprise, those priests kept playing happily.

Even those who only won a single Low Grade Thought Spirit Pill were as happy as children.

The priests at the Ancestor God Temple don’t have abundant cultivation resources, but aren’t lacking either. A High Grade Thought Spirit Pill holds some value, but they don’t really care about Low Grade Thought Spirit Pills.

Yet they found immense joy.

This made Ye Zhen realize that the priests in the Ancestor God Temple were simply looking for fun.

Primarily because nine-tenths of the time, these priests at the Ancestor God Temple were engaged in arduous cultivation, with strict regulations and oppressive atmosphere.

Now suddenly, something new created immense joy, becoming a source of fun.

Many priests, when leaving, even rushed to Ye Zhen asking if he would return tomorrow.

"Certainly, I will be here tomorrow! Also, the gift I prepare for tomorrow, you may never have seen it before!" Ye Zhen mysteriously smiled.

"I’ve never seen it before?" A Star Priest rubbed his hands, "Can I take a peek first?"

"No, tomorrow!" Ye Zhen seriously chuckled!

"Alright!" Eventually left reluctantly.

By sunset, Ye Zhen added another line to the victory banner, "On June 8th, at a quarter past the Hour of Chen, upon seeing Ye Zhen’s approach, all the War Soul Hall Moon Priests recoiled and retreated, once again closing and sealing the hall!

Until the time of lighting the lamps, War Soul Hall remained timidly shut, with no one daring to show!"

After customizing this line, Ye Zhen then leisurely departed.

Simultaneously, observing this scene, Sima Yan couldn’t help but want to rush out for another fight with Ye Zhen but was held back by Right Chief Priest Dalantai.

"Tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow morning, you’ll have the chance to thoroughly vent your frustration; even the day priests arranged by the Hall Master are ready to deal with him!"