Night Without End-Chapter 1160 - 521: Facing the God like Association Alone
Capítulo 1160: Chapter 521: Facing the God like Association Alone
How could they have been targeted so precisely? Do the people in the God like Association have noses like the Spiritual Mastiff, sniffing out their prey?
During the brief exchange of pleasantries, Qin Ming had already quietly resonated, though the few people present wore gentle smiles, in the depths of their eyes there was no ripple, their wills were steadfast.
The Chief Auctioneer, with white hair yet a youthful face, gestured invitingly, saying, “All of you are esteemed guests attending the Kaiyuan Grand Ceremony. Meeting you in the hall makes it seem as if we’ve treated you impolitely. Please step into the side hall and enjoy a cup of Spiritual Bud Tea.” 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Qin Ming suspected that this elder with gentle immortal energy between his brows had received benefits and was actually a broker.
The atmosphere on site was harmonious, at least for now Qin Ming hadn’t detected any strong malice, so he maintained his smile, without immediately rising to act.
If given a choice, he naturally wouldn’t want to engage in a big brawl, as the Kaiyuan Grand Ceremony had just ended, and there were more than a few grandmasters nearby.
On both sides of the side hall stood twelve thick nanmu pillars, carved with cloud dragons, whose scales embedded with “Flowing Gold” gleamed under the light of the ceiling’s crystal lamp, as if the dragon scales were gently opening and closing like living creatures.
The floor was covered with an expensive carpet woven from the fur of high-grade exotic beasts, mixed with Secret Gold, embroidered with stars, shining brightly, as if setting foot into the starry sky recorded in the Ancient Book.
Qin Ming asked, “I am merely a nameless loose cultivator, why would you all bother with me?”
The Divine Son, Lin Shuyue, clad in black, was quite courteous, smiling as he invited Qin Ming to sit, saying, “Brother Dingming is too modest, as a grandmaster, you are treated with respect wherever you go.”
Lin Shuyue candidly expressed his intention to invite him to join the God like Association.
The Chief Auctioneer was keen-eyed, withdrew after tea was served.
Qin Ming timely revealed a surprised expression, saying, “I am quite ordinary, how could I have caught the attention of the God like Association?”
The organization of the God like Association is mysterious and powerful, comprised of high level God Beings from the Yewu World, spread across various places, with unfathomable depth.
As the Divine Son, Lin Shuyue’s gaze was gentle, and his tone was humble yet dignified, he said, “Brother Dingming, your innate Golden Pattern Divine Eye is one in a million in the Tiger Clan, with high potential. As we first arrive in this region, we hope for new blood to join us, and we are eager to recruit talents.”
Qin Ming’s eyes carried faint golden textures, actually formed by the intertwining Taichu Thunder Seal.
He hesitated slightly, saying, “This…”
Immediately, there was a bit of silence here.
The tea table was polished from Moyu, radiating a dark shine. The thin-as-cicada-wing teacup emitted a fragrance of bitter yet mellow aroma as the Spiritual Bud Tea spread, while strands of spiritual mist rose slowly.
Behind the tea table, an elder with full silver hair spoke solemnly, “I observe that Brother Hu is full of vigor, having reached the Grandmaster Domain during the prime of his life, with endless potential for future achievements. Who knows, you may become a godly being. Joining our God like Association, your future will surely be brilliant.”
He was an old grandmaster named Qian Ye, previously introduced by Divine Son Lin Shuyue.
Qin Ming said, “I am over eighty years old, not considered elderly among grandmasters, but when compared to the top figures, I am not young.”
The Divine Son Lin Shuyue, clad in black, maintained goodwill, and Grandmaster Qian Ye kept his smile, considering Qin Ming’s talent quite strong, still youthful among those under a hundred years old.
Qin Ming listened to their words, only pretending to agree without truly believing them.
Beside him were a pair of young men and women, very quiet, sipping Spiritual Tea, dignified yet confident, conversing little.
Lin Shuyue had introduced them as well; they were the most outstanding talents of the God like Association in this region, with tremendous potential to compete for the Main God Position in the future.
Qin Ming said, “Brother Lin must be under fifty years old? Already a grandmaster; in the presence of excellence, please don’t mistakenly praise these old bones of mine.”
The man in black chuckled at such words, saying, “Just fortunate.”
His heart was unperturbed. What kind of aptitude did he have? As a renowned Son of God, how could an ordinary grandmaster be compared to him?
Grandmaster Qian Cheng, with silver-white hair, laughed and said, “Actually, the Divine Son is even younger than Brother Hu guessed.”
Unable to resist, he corrected the mistake directly, feeling that comparing Hu Dingming’s talent to the Divine Son was disrespectful to the latter.
Qin Ming exclaimed, “Earlier, Hu was presumptuous. Brother Lin is destined to overlook this vast land, achieving greatness that demands our admiration.”
Lin Shuyue laughed heartily, humbly brushing off the praise, his will firm, worthy of any accolade, with boundless potential; few could match him.
Afterward, he invited again, saying, “Brother Dingming, we sincerely invite you to join. Our organization has numerous paths to become gods.”
Qin Ming politely declined, saying, “I have not joined any organization all these years, mainly due to my desire for freedom.”
Regarding their words, he believed none of them.
Qin Ming didn’t mind lingering here for tea and slow conversation, as the passage of time would allow him to resonate with valuable information once they became impatient.
He then actively stirred emotional chords.
Qin Ming looked at the young couple, saying, “These two Taoists are far more outstanding than I was in my youth. With such talents in the God like Association, I am ashamed to join.”
The red-haired man named Wang Pan, with lotus patterns on his brow, exuded heroic spirit.
The woman named Xu Jingyue had bright, kind eyes, her appearance remarkable, dressed in purple, appearing dignified even in clarity.
Evidently, their actual age was older than their appearance, having reached Fourth Realm Perfection, soon ready to advance to the Grandmaster Realm within a year or two.
They smiled, a ripple passing through their eyes, their hearts full of pride. To them, Hu Dingming, nearing ninety, seemed rather ordinary.
