The owner of the arm was a broad-faced man with a burly build and a strong build, and he looked somewhat similar to Wang Yigong.
The broad-faced man looked at Zhao Sheng fiercely and said arrogantly, "Boy, you are not from my Wang family. You can't go in!"
When Zhao Sheng saw this scene, he knew that the test of the Wang family had begun.
He raised his voice slightly, speaking calmly, "I've come here today because of your reputation, and I believe I haven't been impolite. But you won't let me in. Is this how your Wang family treats guests?"
"In our Wang family, we chat and laugh with immortal guests, and never associate with mortals. You want to enter our house? Humph, you are not qualified!"
The broad-faced man is named Wang Yitao, the third among his peers. Although he has no spiritual roots and cannot practice Taoism, he is also an innate master.
In his opinion, it was wishful thinking for a mortal gigolo to marry his daughter.
So with Wang Yitao around, this pretty boy has no chance of passing the first level.
Zhao Sheng was not angry at all. Instead, he asked seriously, "Uncle, what qualifications do I need to enter?"
Wang Yitao was stunned by the question. He had thought that the pretty boy, being young and impetuous, would be unable to bear the insult and would retreat. He had not expected that the young man would be so patient.
I heard that this guy comes from a martial arts family, and he is indeed quite capable.
Thinking of this, Wang Yitao gave up the useless little tricks and started the formal test.
He said ruthlessly, "As long as you can get past me, you'll be qualified."
Hearing this, a smile flashed in Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he thought to himself that it was still the same old routine, nothing new.
Zhao Sheng bowed and said calmly: "Excuse me!"
Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly disappeared and appeared at the far left of the gate in the blink of an eye.
"So fast!"
When Wang Yitao was surprised, he suddenly bent and pushed his horizontal right arm, and a row of thick invisible air walls appeared instantly, rolling straight to the left side of the gate.
As a master of innate power, Wang Yitao clearly intended to bully others with force.
Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, they could not be hidden from his spiritual perception.
Seeing that the air wall was about to touch his body, Zhao Sheng stepped on the ground and jumped three feet high, easily avoiding the air wall.
He leaned his body sideways with his feet on the eaves of the wall, and took four steps on it as if walking on flat ground, while dodging four innate qi swords that were shooting at him.
"What a great skill!"
Wang Yitao secretly praised in his heart.
His feet remained fixed to the doorway, his hands merciless. With his immensely powerful innate Qi, he unleashed a series of innate Qi swords, transforming them into a sword net that gradually narrowed Zhao Sheng's escape space.
The elders had already told him that as long as no one died, he could do whatever he wanted.
After dodging sixteen Xiantian Qi swords in a row, Zhao Sheng thought to himself, "It's almost done."
Thinking of this, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and the extremely swift swords of energy instantly slowed down many times.
Under the dynamic vision, the originally tightly defended sword net suddenly exposed many flaws and gaps. Zhao Sheng twisted and turned like a swimming fish, easily passed through the sword net, and his body pressed against the eaves, shooting towards the threshold.
"not good!"
At this time, Wang Yitao had already realized that he had fallen into a trick.
As he gradually narrowed the blockade, it was inevitable that large gaps would be left behind.
However, it was too late for him to stop him. Zhao Sheng had already flown across the line at the door and landed in the lobby.
In the lobby, Wang Yuqi, who witnessed this scene, almost screamed in surprise.
On the contrary, the expressions of the Wang family elders became even gloomier.
"Humph, next time, I won't be so careless!"
Looking at the other person's unwilling expression, Zhao Sheng smiled without saying anything.
Turning around, he walked to the center of the lobby with dignity.
At this time, sitting at the top seat in the lobby was a plain-looking old man.
He was not tall, with gray hair and a slight smile on his face, looking Zhao Sheng up and down.
Zhao Sheng knew at a glance that this person was the head of the Wang family, Wang Yuyan's grandfather, Wang Zonghai, a cultivator who had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining.
On the surface, Wang Zonghai's attitude seemed to be the best, but in Zhao Sheng's heart, he was also the person he was most unsure of.
As the saying goes, old people are wise and old ghosts are smart!
No one knows what kind of scheming is hidden behind Wang Zonghai's smiling expression.
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn. Zhao Sheng remained composed, clasping his fists and bowing with neither arrogance nor servility. He said, "Junior Zhao Zhiqin, greetings to all the elders of the Wang family."
After I finished speaking, no one responded.
Seeing that the conversation was getting awkward, Wang Yuqi became anxious and was about to speak, but Wang Yuyan covered her mouth.
After a moment, Wang Zonghai smiled and suddenly asked, "Young man, why did you come to my Wang family today?"
Without any hesitation, Zhao Sheng stated his purpose directly: "I and Sister Qi fell in love at first sight and are very compatible. I'm visiting Fangyan Valley today to propose marriage."
"How dare you!" Wang Yigong slammed the table and stood up, his hair and beard standing on end. He absolutely did not agree with his daughter marrying a mortal.
"sit down!"
Wang Zonghai's face darkened, and he reprimanded Wang Yigong, "Cultivating immortality is about cultivating the mind! You're already in your forties, yet you're still so impatient. Tomorrow you'll be in seclusion in the quiet room in the back mountains, cultivating. You're not allowed to leave until you've reached the sixth level of Qi Refining."
"Dad, but—"
"sit down!"
".yes!"
Seeing that his father was about to get angry, Wang Yigong had no choice but to sit back in his seat angrily, staring at Zhao Sheng fiercely.
After Wang Zonghai finished teaching his son a lesson, he turned to Zhao Sheng and said, "Young man, my Wang family has been independent for over nine hundred years. Things like yours have happened many times in our family history. Some have succeeded, but most have failed. Do you know why?"
"I'd like to hear the details." Zhao Sheng said calmly.
"Because of profit. Marrying a mortal is far less beneficial than marrying into an immortal family. Can you bring greater benefits to my Wang family?"
For some reason, the head of the Wang family was unusually frank with Zhao Sheng, and in front of his clansmen, he nakedly revealed the truest side of human nature.
Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment, then answered firmly: "I can!"
"Words are nothing, where's the evidence?" Wang Zonghai sneered. By this point, he had transformed into a pure profit-seeking individual, devoid of any emotion.
Perhaps someone like Wang Zonghai could be considered a qualified head of a cultivation family, but for some reason Zhao Sheng didn't like him at all.
Zhao Sheng took out the object-collecting talisman and gestured, "There are five hundred spirit stones in here. Is that enough?"
"Not enough!" Wang Zonghai shook his head without hesitation.
In contrast, the other members of the Wang family were delighted, because five hundred spirit stones were equivalent to nearly half of the family's annual income.
Zhao Sheng pulled out another stack of papers and said aloud, "Written inside are the complete process for making perfume, as well as twelve perfume formulas. Three of them are new perfumes that haven't appeared in the market yet."
Wang Zonghai suddenly smiled strangely and took out a stack of papers from his storage bag.
He pushed it gently, and the stack of paper seemed to have eyes and flew to Zhao Sheng, and he grabbed it.