Time flew by, and several months had passed.
Wei Cheng devoted himself entirely to the great undertaking of growing carrots and continued to scour for suitable, qualified Nine Tribulations Immortals from his own cultivation realm.
As long as one could ascend, as long as one could recreate a cultivation realm of one's own, they would be awarded the title of Sealing Monarch, granted a Forbidden Pit, along with a hundred strands of top-grade Immortal Spirit Qi.
Yes, only a hundred strands remained, and even someone as domineering as Wei Cheng couldn't withstand such an expenditure.
The news spread out, immediately causing countless interested parties to speculate.
Now, everyone had gotten used to speculating and analyzing Wei Cheng's motives when they had nothing else to do. If one couldn't express six or seven points of view on the matter at a social gathering among friends, then they really weren't considered a fashionable Immortal.
"Wei Cheng must be running out of resources."
