"By the way, Senior Ji, my little sister told me before that you have a treasure in your hand that is closely related to my 'Witch Cult'? I don't know what it is specifically. Can you show it to me?"
Meng Pingchuan asked.
Ji Cen couldn't help but glance at Meng Lingwei, "Mrs. Xia, you didn't tell your brother what the thing in my hand is?"
Meng Lingwei shook her head and said, "I didn't say anything. After all, only my father knows about this in the Witch God Cult, so I can't tell my elder brother directly."
After hearing what the two of them said, Meng Pingchuan couldn't help but be startled and looked at Meng Lingwei suspiciously, "Little sister, what do you mean...have you seen the treasure in the hands of Senior Ji?"
Meng Lingwei said: "Yes, I have seen it. However, that thing is a secret of the Witch God Cult. Only the 'Witch Lords' of the past generations know it, so I didn't tell you before."
Meng Pingchuan glanced at Meng Lingwei in surprise, frowned, and asked: "Only the 'Witch Lords' of the past generations know what kind of treasure it is."
"Little sister, how did you know that?"
Meng Lingwei smiled and said: "Brother, have you forgotten that my father intended for me to succeed the witch master in the future? So, at that time, my father took me to see those things once and mentioned them to me."
"I see……"
Meng Pingchuan suddenly realized.
"Brother, regarding the thing in Senior Ji's hand... you'd better go back and tell Dad that the treasure in Senior Ji's hand seems to be stronger than the ones he took me to see back then!"
"Senior Ji wants to inquire about information about those things. You can tell him about Senior Ji's situation and see if he is willing to meet with Senior Ji and talk about these things."
Meng Lingwei said again.
Although Meng Pingchuan was curious about what Meng Lingwei was talking about, since Meng Lingwei just mentioned that this was a secret of the Witch God Religion that only the witch masters of the past generations knew, he couldn't ask any more.
So, he nodded lightly and said, "Okay! I will tell Dad about this when I go back."
"Um."
Meng Lingwei responded.
At this time, Ji Cen suddenly said: "Mr. Meng, take this thing back to your father by the way, so that I can use these things to exchange with him for information about the treasure in my hand related to your Witch God Cult. "
"Let's see if he is willing to exchange these things. If so, I can talk to him in detail."
While speaking, Ji Cen took out a low-grade spiritual stone directly from the storage ring and handed it to Meng Pingchuan.
He had searched Li Zhaoyuan's soul before and knew that although the practice of witchcraft and cultivation were two completely different systems, they also needed to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Therefore, Ji Cen plans to use the 'spiritual stone' as a bargaining chip, believing that Meng Pingchuan's father will be moved.
After Meng Pingchuan heard Ji Cen's words, he couldn't help but be stunned when he looked at the spirit stone he handed over. Then, he seemed to feel the pure spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Ji Cen, "Senior Ji, this, this is... such a rich spiritual energy! What is this thing? It actually contains such a rich and pure spiritual energy!"
Meng Pingchuan looked surprised.
Meng Lingwei also sensed the majestic spiritual energy contained in the spirit stone, and a look of surprise appeared on her face.
Ji Cen smiled and explained: "This is a spiritual stone. I have many in my hand. As far as I know, your witchcraft practice also needs to refine spiritual energy, so I think this spiritual stone should be of great use to you."
"As long as your father is willing to tell you what he knows about the treasure in my hand, and the price, it's easy to negotiate."
"Okay! Senior Ji, I will definitely bring you your words!"
Meng Pingchuan said solemnly.
If we can get some of these spiritual stones from Ji Cen, it will indeed be of great help to the Witch God Sect.
"Um."
Ji Cen nodded slightly and said, "I wonder how long it will take for Mr. Meng to receive news?"
Meng Pingchuan thought for a while and said: "This... it mainly depends on my father's wishes. If everything goes well, it may only last two or three days."
"When there is news, I will inform my little sister as soon as possible and ask her to inform you, Senior Ji."
"Okay! Then I will wait for Mr. Meng's good news!"
Ji Cen responded.
Because Meng Pingchuan was in a hurry to go back and tell his father the news that Xia Siying had pure bloodline of the Witch God, he did not stay at the Xia family for long and quickly got up and left.
Seeing this, Ji Cen also stood up and left...
After they left, Meng Lingwei couldn't help but look at her daughter and asked: "Yingying, when your elder brother goes back, tell your grandfather about your situation. I guess there is a high probability that your grandfather will still want to take you to the Witch God Cult."
"What about you? What do you think?"
Xia Siying hesitated for a moment and said, "Mom, if grandpa really wants to take me to the Witch God Cult, will I no longer be as free as I am now, and can go wherever I want, or even continue to study?"
Meng Lingwei hesitated slightly and said: "Well... Under normal circumstances, if you are regarded as a saint of the Witch God Cult, you will indeed no longer be as free as you are now."
"On the one hand, it is to allow you to practice more focused, and on the other hand, it is for your safety."
"However, times are different now. Some rules may not be as dead as before, so the details will only be clear when they are obtained."
"Oh, that's how it is……"
Xia Siying nodded and couldn't help but added: "Mom, if you go to the Witch God Cult and you can't come out again or continue studying, then... then I don't want to go to the Wu God Cult!"
"The worst case... the worst case is that I will be shameless and continue to beg Ji Cen to accept me as his disciple. Even if he stalks me, it doesn't matter!"
"This way, you don't have to worry about my future safety..."
"this……"
Meng Lingwei opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a moment.
However, she knew in her heart that once her father, including others in the Witch God Sect, knew that her daughter had pure Witch God blood, he would never give up on 'taking' her to the Witch God Sect.
On the other hand, because of what happened to Li Zhaoyuan, Meng Lingwei was indeed worried about her daughter's future safety.
After all, my daughter not only has the blood of the Witch God, but she is also an extremely yin spirit!
Once some evil heretic discovers this, his daughter's safety cannot be guaranteed. Although she could also teach Xia Siying how to practice witchcraft, what she had learned back then was relatively limited.
However, Xia Siying did not want to be restricted and restrained, and Meng Lingwei could naturally understand.
In particular, my daughter has grown up outside since she was a child and has long been accustomed to the outside world. How can she adapt to being trapped in the Witch God Cult without being able to freely come out and live a normal life?
"Then you should try again and see if you can get Senior Ji to accept you as his disciple. If you can convince him to accept you as his disciple, that would undoubtedly be the best."
"With his cultivation, it is more than enough to protect you. Moreover, you also said that he once said that your Jiyin spirit body is also an excellent cultivation physique. In addition, he also has that kind of spirit stone, and I heard that he had With his tone, he should have a lot of spiritual stones in his hand."
"If you can successfully become his disciple, I think he will not begrudge you these things. By then, if you practice their lineage of skills, your future future may not be inferior to that of joining the Witch God Sect."
"At least, it shouldn't be a big problem for you to protect yourself..."
Meng Lingwei said.
"Well! Mom, then I'll try again! At worst, it's just like I said just now, stalking!"
Xia Siying gritted her teeth and said.
