King of Creation Chapter 1768 - 1753: Tomorrow

"Your strategic planning is exceptional. Dispatching the official decree to the Barbarian Spirit Hall is indeed a brilliant maneuver!" That very night, the Master of the War Spirit Hall, Bi Ze, paid a clandestine visit to the estate of Tongna, the Second Grand Power Sacrifice, for a private consultation.

After all, capitalizing on the opportunity to neutralize or incapacitate the Left Chief Priest of the Barbarian Spirit Hall, or perhaps their Inherited Divine Messenger, is a matter of considerable gravity. Even if their own War Soul Hall were to stand on the moral high ground, such an action would undoubtedly incite a tremendous uproar, necessitating thorough advance preparations.

"Then, when the moment arrives, we should..."

"Proceed without hesitation! No matter the context, your position is righteous! Furthermore, did Ye not affix his signature to the Life and Death Contract upon that banner?"

"When the time is ripe, I shall personally intervene." The Second Grand Power Sacrifice, Tongna, offered a smile, yet his eyes betrayed a chilling ruthlessness.

Meanwhile, Ye Zhen discreetly emerged from the Heavenly Patrol Office, his countenance a peculiar mix of anguish and elation. His carefully laid plans had commenced their unfolding, and the subsequent phase would focus on the intricacies of management. Regardless of the challenges ahead, securing the avatar of the Ten Thousand Bones Reincarnation Seal offered at least a flicker of hope, though it would come at a significant cost.

Undeniably, compared to the Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu, the Chief Eunuch Yu Chao’en presented a far more humane approach, merely leaving Ye Zhen indebted to him, primarily due to Princess Changle’s involvement. As for the conditions stipulated by Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu, Ye Zhen could only acknowledge that the man truly lived up to his formidable reputation as a ruthless administrator of the Heavenly Patrol for so many years. Fulfilling Grand Celestial Official Wu Yu’s demands might exact a heavy price from Ye Zhen in the future.

Of course, for the present Ye Zhen, as long as he could successfully break through to the Dark Palace Realm, any cost would be deemed acceptable.

Following a night of quiet repose and brief rest, Ye Zhen presented himself at the gates of the War Soul Hall just as the first tentative rays of dawn painted the sky and the grand entrance was being opened. Several Moon Priests, who had departed early for their duties, were utterly astonished to witness Ye Zhen planting a flag.

News of Ye Zhen's earlier feat, the consecutive defeat of twenty Moon Priests from the War Soul Hall the previous day, had already circulated widely. Now, upon seeing Ye Zhen, no one dared to invite trouble and swiftly turned back.

However, the rotating priest who had just opened the gate acted with even greater resolve. Upon recognizing Ye Zhen, they decisively slammed shut the newly opened entrance, leaving no further sign of activity.

This turn of events left Ye Zhen quite perplexed.

"Truly? Is the War Soul Hall capable of such endurance?"

"Could it be they intend to cower like turtles?"

Despite his bewilderment, Ye Zhen proceeded to plant the freshly prepared banners and the victory flag from the preceding day.

"On June 7th, Ye Zhen consecutively defeated one hundred and forty-one priestly challenges from the War Soul Hall, utterly vanquishing thirty-four Moon Priests, and significantly besting the First Killing Spear, Sima Yan, forcing the War Soul Hall Master, Bi Ze, to seal the doors before the noon hour!"

Subsequently, Ye Zhen planted a second victory banner, inscribing bold lettering upon it.

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

Inside the War Soul Hall, upon receiving this intelligence, the Left Chief Priest, Xii Mo, the Great Ritual, Da Dalantai, and several other high-ranking core priests observed Ye Zhen outside, accompanied by the two planted victory banners, their hearts consumed by seething hatred.

Were it not for explicit directives from the Hall Master to permit Ye Zhen's unchecked actions today and enact severe retribution tomorrow, a Day Priest might have already been dispatched to teach Ye Zhen a lesson. Not to mention the two victory banners Ye Zhen had erected; they served as undeniable emblems of shame for the War Soul Hall, and the flags fluttering defiantly in the wind felt like stinging rebukes directed at them.

Indeed, it was not only the War Soul Hall's senior staff but even the Hall Master, Bi Ze, who was overcome with fury upon learning of these developments.

"This brat has crossed the line!"

With a roaring exclamation, the jade table before Bi Ze disintegrated into dust.

While strategy was one thing, dignity was another. Even if they were to incapacitate or even eliminate Ye Zhen on the following day, the War Soul Hall's reputation had already suffered irreparable damage. The Hall Master might face derision from his peers for a period.

However, there was no alternative, as the War Soul Hall could not produce a suitable Moon Priest capable of countering Ye Zhen. The potent War Soul possessed by the War Soul Hall was indeed formidable, but discovering an individual recognized as a successor, one capable of invoking a War Soul Possession akin to the First Killing Spear Sima Yan, proved exceedingly rare.

While the War Soul Hall was not restricted to a single entrance, its main gate was typically the only one used for significant matters.

With Ye Zhen now blocking the Main Hall’s entrance, they were left with the option of using back or side doors for their affairs.

However, this course of action would be an unbearable humiliation.

To be known for being forced by Ye Zhen to use alternate entrances would forever taint the War Soul Hall’s reputation, a disgrace they could never overcome.

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

Yet, the subsequent news caused Bi Ze’s veins to throb; despite Ye Zhen having no opponents to challenge that day, a significant number of priests had gathered at the War Soul Hall’s entrance to spectate.

The oppressive feeling was indescribable.

To Bi Ze, each additional priest felt like another pair of eyes piercing through his dignity.

Humiliation!

Nevertheless, enduring it was the only way to quell his rage.

This continued even as the number of spectators steadily increased.

The large crowd had primarily assembled due to a clever ploy by Ye Zhen.

Hadn’t Ye Zhen announced yesterday that he would be giving away a mysterious present valued at fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones?

With three to four thousand priests in attendance, giving fifty thousand to each was impossible; Ye Zhen would have to bankrupt himself, and it still wouldn't be enough.

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

Thus, Ye Zhen presented Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pills, equivalent in value to fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones.

Since one Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pill officially exchanged for one hundred High Grade Spirit Stones, Ye Zhen produced five hundred Mid-grade Thought Spirit Pills and divided them into sets of five for a lottery draw!

Yes, a lottery.

Fifty thousand High Grade Spirit Stones, when distributed among a few dozen people, represented a substantial fortune; however, divided among thousands, it became insignificant.

Utilizing it for a lottery not only generated amusement but also fulfilled Ye Zhen’s promise.

Surprisingly, this simple game immensely excited the assembled priests.

After one round concluded, they eagerly anticipated the next, with none willing to depart.

As evening approached, Ye Zhen brought out an additional ten thousand Low Grade Thought Spirit Pills for further lottery draws.

To his astonishment, the priests continued to participate with great enthusiasm.

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

The priests at the Ancestor God Temple did not possess abundant cultivation resources, but they were not lacking either. While a High Grade Thought Spirit Pill held some value, they didn't particularly covet Low Grade Thought Spirit Pills.

Yet, they derived immense joy from the event.

This realization dawned on Ye Zhen: the priests of the Ancestor God Temple were primarily seeking amusement.

This was understandable, as nine-tenths of their time was consumed by arduous cultivation, bound by strict regulations and an oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly, a novel diversion brought them immense pleasure, becoming a source of fun.

As many priests departed, they eagerly asked Ye Zhen if he would return the following day.

"Certainly, I will be here tomorrow! Also, the gift I prepare for tomorrow, you may never have seen before!" Ye Zhen said with a mysterious smile.

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

"No, tomorrow!" Ye Zhen replied with a hearty chuckle!

"Alright!" They eventually left, albeit reluctantly.

As the sun began to set, Ye Zhen inscribed an additional line onto the victory banner: "On June 8th, at a quarter past the Hour of Chen, upon witnessing Ye Zhen’s approach, all the War Soul Hall Moon Priests recoiled and retreated, once again sealing the hall!

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

After meticulously adding this detail, Ye Zhen leisurely departed.

Simultaneously, Sima Yan, observing this entire scene, felt an intense urge to confront Ye Zhen once more but was restrained by Right Chief Priest Dalantai.

"Tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow morning, you will have the opportunity to thoroughly vent your frustrations; even the day priests arranged by the Hall Master are prepared to deal with him!"