Legend of Swordsman

4835  Blessing of the Heavenly Palace

Three supreme-grade pills that could allow ordinary top cultivators to develop Immortal roots had already exceeded the scope of rare-quality pills.

Not to mention these Mountain Lords, even the Prince, Prince Jiu, had never seen such a mysterious pill.

One of them was enough to crush them, but Wei Liujia had just given up three of them. Naturally, no Mountain Lord would be able to block or break his position!

A total of three supreme-grade pills were sent into Prince Jiu's hands, establishing Wei Liujia's current unshakeable position in one fell swoop.

Wei Liujia laughed again. "Mountain Lord Ding, are there any treasures you have yet to offer?"

Ding Chunshan. who already knew the situation, turned pale, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "I still have..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wei Liujia took out another box from his arms. "I'll offer another pill. This has the same effect as the three previous pill pills."

The Heavenly Palace was deathly silent, and Ding Chunshan's face was ashen.

Four supreme-grade pills, that was like giving away four Yan Immortals, how the f*ck could he play? Since when could even Yan Immortals be mass-produced?

The Yan Immortal was the Dao of truth, not child's play. Having an Immortal root meant that one had sensed the Dao of the future. If one were to rise above others, the subsequent effects would be unpredictable!

The four supreme-grade pills had completely defeated Ding Chunshan, or rather, crushed him.

The remaining 16 Mountain Lords and 6 Lords of the Blessed Lands all took the initiative to accept the gifts from their Imperial Tributes so as not to embarrass themselves.

Looking at this scene, Jian Wushuang smiled slightly. The five pills in Wei Liujia's hands had been selected by him. They were all average, but they could indeed help ordinary top cultivators to grow Immortal roots. As for whether they could become Yan Immortals, it could only be said to be up to fate.

For the first time, Ding Chunshan felt an unsurpassable fear. All the things he had prepared were completely useless. He had been completely defeated.

Wei Liujia, who should have made a fool of himself, had been in the limelight because of his court tribute this Hua Year.

After taking a deep breath, Prince Jiu said slowly, "Liujia, tell me what reward you want. I can give you anything within my ability."

Wei Liujia laughed when he heard this. He laughed in an extremely carefree manner. "Your Highness, I really do have something that I want."

"What is it?"

"I want Ding Chunshan to take off my shoes and massage my feet."

This rather jesting sentence stunned Prince Jiu and the group of Mountain Lords for a moment, but they soon understood the meaning behind it.

Wei Liujia was returning an eye for an eye, returning the favor for the difficulties he had suffered in the past few years.

Every time, it was Ding Chunshan who made him perform an impromptu sword dance, and the scene was quite embarrassing.

And now, it was time for a counterattack.

Ding Chunshan was in disbelief. Then, he looked at Prince Jiu for help.

Prince Jiu coughed once and waved his hand.

Wei Liujia agreed and then looked at Ding Chunshan with a faint smile.

This was a complete humiliation. Once he did it, he would have to endure the ridicule of all the Mountain Lords.

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Ding Chunshan's face was ashen. His lips were pursed as he squatted down. Just as his hands were about to reach for his boots, Wei Liujia took half a step back. After staring at him deeply, he returned to his original position.

"Hurry up and go back." Prince Jiu said in a deep voice and chided Ding Chunshan.

This time, he received four supreme-grade pills from the annual tribute. His mood was extremely good. Now that the forces of the Princes had formed, it was quite difficult to recruit four Yan Immortals out of thin air, even though the Great Si Region was vast.

For Prince Jiu, these four pill pills improved his abilities by another level.

With this in mind, he looked at the white-robed Yan Immortal.

The white-robed Yan Immortal understood tacitly, but he immediately lowered his body and said, "Your Highness, isn't this too rash?"

"It's not hasty. Announce it," Prince Jiu said indifferently.

The white-robed Yan Immortal acknowledged and took a few steps forward, facing all the Yan Immortals in the palace.

with the special permission of His Highness, Wei Liujia, the Mountain Lord of the Dagu Mountain, has made a great contribution. Wei Liujia is hereby promoted to a small heavenly Official, and the Dagu Mountain under him will be promoted to a Blessed Land. He will enjoy all the blessings and luck of the Lord of the Blessed Land. This will take effect immediately."

All the Mountain Lords and the Lords of the Blessed Lands were shocked. Even Wei Liujia was so shocked that he almost fell from his seat.

Dagu Mountain had somehow become a Blessed Land, and it was enjoying its good fortune, while he had been promoted to a small Heavenly Official?

All of this was because of the four supreme-grade pills.

Everything happened so quickly that Wei Liujia felt like he was in a dream.

It was only when he knelt down to report that his mind gradually cleared up. It was true that he had become a small Heavenly Official, but it was also true that he had enjoyed the blessing of the Lord of the Blessed Land.

He turned around and saw Jian Wushuang smiling at him.

Wei Liujia had never felt so excited before. If not for the many Yan Immortals watching, he would have gone to Jian Wushuang.

After the appointment of ministers, the number of Mountain Lords had increased from 17 to 16, and the number of Blessed Land Lords had increased from 6 to 7.

At the end of the banquet, Jian Wushuang still did not see Yin Ling, which made him a little anxious.

When the offering banquet was over, he did not want to stay any longer. He took Di Qing and prepared to explore the Heavenly Palace.

"My Lord, will we meet again?"

Outside the Heavenly Palace, among the misty clouds, Wei Liujia asked with some reluctance.

Jian Wushuang turned around and said, "If fate allows it, we will meet again. By the way, if you return to Dagu Mountain, take good care of the two ladies and don't let them wander around."

Wei Liujia nodded his head vigorously and cupped his hands solemnly as he looked at his back.

Everything seemed to have happened a lifetime ago, but he knew that a new age was coming.

After walking out of the Heavenly Palace and bidding farewell to Jian Wushuang, Wei Liujia prepared to return to Dagu Mountain first to see the fate energy of the Blessed Land.

However, just as he was about to leave the Heavenly Palace, several white-robed Yan Immortals caught up to him.

"Heavenly Official Wei, His Highness would like to invite you back for a chat."

Wei Liujia's heart skipped a beat, but he did not show it on his face. After nodding, he returned to the Heavenly Palace.

At this moment, there was only Wei Liujia in the hall where the fragrance of agarwood was rising.

He and Prince Jiu sat face to face. Other than Prince Jiu, there was no other Yan Immortal.

"Liujia, how many Hua Years has it been since your father passed away?" the Prince asked with a smile after pouring him a cup of tea.

"Your Highness, I can't remember clearly. I think it's been dozens of Hua Years, Wei Liujia responded indifferently."

He nodded his head. "It's been about that long. When I was young, I saw your father Wei Jun's heroic bearing in front of my Imperial Father in the Heavenly Court. He was very breathtaking and was worthy of being called the God of War."

Wei Liujia cupped his hands. "I thank Your Highness for your praise on behalf of my father."

Prince Jiu chuckled. "I don't lack anything, but I do lack one thing, and that is the fighting spirit of the God of War, Wei Jun."