Seeing that Song Knife remained silent, Deng An thought he might have said something wrong, annoying Song Knife.
Therefore, he hurriedly asked.
If it were before any other Dao Pill Daoist, he would undoubtedly be more deferential. However, Song Knife was famously easygoing. Although Deng An respected him, his behavior was slightly more relaxed, even daring to ask why Song Knife was annoyed...
Song Knife adjusted his expression, feigning magnanimity, and laughed, "It’s just a sudden wave of emotion after hearing about such a talent rising in my homeland. Seeing him reminds me of myself back then..."
Upon hearing this, Deng An gradually felt relieved.
Seeing that it was getting late and Song Knife was eager to enter Seclusion Cultivation, Deng An knew it was not a good time to disturb Song Knife’s cultivation further. So, he casually found a suitable excuse and took his leave.
According to the plan...
Today, Fengxi Country will establish the Song Family’s Small Dynasty.
However, to be safe, I’ll wait one more day, until the three days are over.
After returning to his Cave Mansion, Song Knife didn’t immediately start cultivating. Instead, he waited for news from his subordinates.
While Deng An was heading to the Fengxi Country Divine Capital to announce the Immortal Sect’s decree, Song Knife had already dispatched men to various provinces in Fengxi Country to find local imperial clan members, preparing to establish a new Song Family’s Small Dynasty...
Time flew by. Three days had passed since he stopped the Condensing Pill process.
Everything is ready now...
It’s time for Condensing Pill.
Song Knife took out the Bronze Small Ding from his sleeve. The shallow layer of mercury-like liquid remaining inside instantly transformed into a White Fierce Tiger, lunging towards him.
Simultaneously, the Xuanhuang Python Dragon within his body emerged once more from the crown of his head.
The final step to harmonize the Dragon and Tiger Breath was at hand.
The Xuanhuang Python Dragon began to crumble, leaving only the White Fierce Tiger hovering in the air. After the Xuanhuang Python Dragon disintegrated, the White Fierce Tiger returned to the Bronze Small Ding and did not emerge again.
Where is Fengxi Country’s Dragon Luck? Why has it completely vanished?
The Song Family Dynasty has already been re-established...
Song Knife gazed towards Fengxi Country, his expression filled with horror.
He wanted to question Deng An, Xu Xing, and the people from the Immortal Sect, but at this moment, he had lost the final opportunity to condense a First-Class Dragon and Tiger Dao Pill. He no longer had the ability to halt the Condensing Pill process as before.
Once is permissible, but not twice! free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m
The Condensing Pill process finally concluded. The Golden Pill in his Dantian ceased its rotation and began to recede, its divine light gradually dimming. On the surface of the Golden Core, intricate dragon patterns and tiger symbols started to etch themselves, slowly transforming the Golden Core into a Dao Pill...
Outside the Cave Mansion, celestial phenomena gradually appeared in the sky above Imperial City Peak: Immortal Crane Hovering, rolling thunder... Illusions of a Golden Dragon and a White Tiger, two great auspicious signs, arrived to offer congratulations.
The Dao Pill is not First-Rate, but only Second Grade.
At the Golden Palace on the summit of Imperial City Peak, Wangui Daoist extended his Divine Sense, glancing at the celestial phenomena generated during Song Knife’s Condensing Pill process. Seeing that these phenomena only covered a radius of a hundred zhang, he shook his head and thought to himself.
A Second Grade Dao Pill could certainly be considered top-tier talent.
Yet, it was ultimately imperfect.
Such talent would ensure unimpeded advancement to the Nascent Soul realm. However, attempting to break through to become a Primordial Spirit Sage Monarch would inherently mean a twenty percent lower chance of success.
"Song Knife, I grant you twenty years to stabilize your realm."
"When the twenty years are up, it will be time to fulfill your promise..."
Wangui Daoist retrieved a Feather-shaped Golden Immortal Order from his sleeve, imprinted his Divine Sense into it, and then, with Great Magical Power, sent the Golden Immortal Order to the entrance of Song Knife’s Cave Mansion.
Had Song Knife truly condensed a First-Class Dragon and Tiger Dao Pill, he would not have acted so coldly.
It would have been enough for Song Knife to simply owe him a favor.
Song Knife had failed to achieve First-Rate, and his investment value had diminished significantly.
First-Rate, Second Grade...
It seemed like only a single grade difference.
But a First-Rate Dao Pill is designated as such because it represents the pinnacle. A Second Grade Dao Pill possesses considerably less potential compared to a First-Rate one.
Even if Song Knife were to have the chance to stand alongside him as Daoist friends in the future, it would take at least a hundred years. Even if he succeeded and they reached the same realm, Wangui Daoist would not fear any gratitude or resentment.
Furthermore, he was only asking Song Knife to fulfill his promise; it couldn’t be called kicking him while he was down.
As for why Song Knife failed...
Wangui Daoist didn’t want to concern himself with it.
Song Knife could have asked for his help before the Condensing Pill attempt, but after the failure, it was no longer his concern. Since the one with the Human King physique had chosen to obey the Immortal Sect’s decree, the failure... was Song Knife’s burden alone.
The Immortal Sect had given Song Knife the opportunity; he failed because he was incompetent, and it had nothing to do with others.
With a gloomy expression, Song Knife opened his Cave Mansion and accepted the Feather-shaped Golden Immortal Order.
The failure to condense a First-Rate Dao Pill was an immense blow to him. Even though he had cultivated his composure for nearly three hundred years, he couldn’t suppress his anger now that success had slipped through his fingers at the final moment.
Not daring to vent his anger on Wangui Daoist, he ordered a servant to find Deng An for questioning.
Everything was supposedly arranged perfectly, so why did it go wrong at the very last step?
How could the vast Fengxi Country be utterly devoid of Dragon Luck?
"You... you summoned me?"
Seeing Song Knife’s displeased expression, Deng An immediately grew apprehensive and offered a cautious, apologetic smile.
On his way here, he had harbored a vague guess about today’s events. It had been less than two days, yet Song Knife had summoned him... If nothing unexpected had occurred, it must be because Song Knife had failed to condense the First-Rate Dao Pill. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have emerged from Seclusion Cultivation so soon.