The owner of the arm was a burly man with a broad face, somewhat simir in appearance to Wang Yigong.

  The broad-faced man looked at Zhao Sheng with an unusually fierce expression, arrogantly saying, "Boy, you are not from my Wang Family. You can't enter!"

  Seeing this scene, Zhao Sheng knew that the Wang Family's test had begun.

  He was not flustered, and slightly raised his voice, saying, "I have come today with admiration, and I believe I have not been discourteous. Yet you refuse to let me enter, is this the Wang Family's way of treating guests?"

  "Our Wang Family entertains immortal guests and has no dealings with ordinary people. You want to enter my family's gate? Hmph, you're not qualified enough!"

  The broad-faced man was named Wang Yitao, the third in his generation. Although he had no Spiritual Root and could not cultivate immortality, he was also an Innate Grandmaster.

  In his opinion, a mortal pretty boy wanting to marry his family's pearl was simply wishful thinking.

  Therefore, with him, Wang Yitao, around, this pretty boy shouldn't even think about passing the first hurdle.

  Zhao Sheng was not angry at all, but instead earnestly inquired, "This uncle, what qualifications are needed to enter?"

  Wang Yitao was immediately stumped by the question. He had thought that the pretty boy was young and vigorous, and would not be able to withstand the humiliation, and would retreat in the face of difficulty. He didn't expect this young man to be so calm.

  He had heard that this boy was from a martial arts family, and indeed had some skills.

  Thinking of this, Wang Yitao abandoned the useless tricks and began the formal test.

  He made a harsh statement, saying, "As long as you can pass my test, then you will be qualified."

  Hearing these words, a hint of a smile fshed in Zhao Sheng's eyes, thinking that it was indeed the same old routine, without a bit of novelty.

  Cupping his fist, Zhao Sheng said calmly, "Excuse me!"

  Before his voice faded, his figure suddenly disappeared, appearing at the far left of the gate in the blink of an eye.

  "So fast!"

  As Wang Yitao was inwardly surprised, his horizontal right arm suddenly bent and pushed out, and a row of thick, invisible Qi walls instantly appeared, directly crushing towards the left side of the gate.

  As an Innate Grandmaster, Wang Yitao made it clear that he wanted to bully others with his strength.

  Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, they could not hide from his spiritual sense.

  Seeing the Qi walls sweeping through the air like waves, about to touch his body, Zhao Sheng tapped his foot, and his body leaped three zhang high, easily dodging the Qi walls.

  His body snted, and his feet stood on the eaves, walking on it as if it were ft ground, dodging four Innate Qi Swords that shot towards him at the same time.

  "What great lightness skill!"

  Wang Yitao praised inwardly.

  His feet were nailed to the spot at the door, but his hands were merciless, relying on his incomparably majestic Innate True Qi, he released Innate Qi Swords without hesitation, turning them into a sword net, gradually shrinking the space for Zhao Sheng to dodge.

  The elders had told him earlier that as long as no one died, he could do whatever he wanted.

  After dodging sixteen Innate Qi Swords in a row, Zhao Sheng thought to himself, "It's about time."

  Thinking of this, the divine light in his eyes burst out, and the extremely swift Qi Swords instantly slowed down many times.

  Under his dynamic vision, the originally tightly defended sword net suddenly revealed many fws and gaps. Zhao Sheng twisted and turned like a swimming fish, easily passing through the sword net, his body close to the eaves, and shot towards the back of the threshold.

  "Not good!"

  Wang Yitao had already realized that he had fallen for the other party's trick.

  As he gradually narrowed the encirclement, he inevitably left rge gaps in the rear.

  However, it was too te for him to try to stop Zhao Sheng, who had already flown past the line at the entrance and nded in the main hall.

  In the main hall, Wang Yuqi, who witnessed this scene, was so pleasantly surprised that she almost cried out.

  In contrast, the Wang Family elders' expressions became even gloomier.

  "Humph, next time, I won't be so careless!"

  Looking at the other party's unwilling expression, Zhao Sheng smiled without saying a word.

  Turning around, he walked to the center of the hall in a dignified manner.

  At this moment, sitting at the head of the main hall was an unremarkable little old man.

  He was not tall, his hair was gray, and he had a slight smile on his face, sizing up Zhao Sheng.

  Zhao Sheng knew at a gnce that this person was the person in charge of the Wang Family, Wang Yuyan's grandfather, Wang Zonghai, a Qi Refining ninth yer Great Perfection cultivator.

  On the surface, Wang Zonghai's attitude was the best, but Zhao Sheng was most unsure about this person.

  As the saying goes, old people are cunning, and old ghosts are clever!

  No one knew what kind of schemes were hidden under Wang Zonghai's smiling expression.

  At this time, the atmosphere in the hall was very solemn. Zhao Sheng looked calm and neither humble nor arrogant, cupping his fist in salute and said, "Junior Zhao Zhiqin greets all the Wang Family seniors."

  After he finished speaking, no one responded.

  Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit cold, Wang Yuqi was anxious and wanted to speak, but Wang Yuyan covered her mouth.

  After a while, Wang Zonghai smiled and suddenly asked, "Young man, why have you come to my Wang Family today?"

  Zhao Sheng did not hesitate and directly stated his intention: "This junior and Miss Qi fell in love at first sight and are deeply in love. Today's visit to Fragrant Swallow Valley is to propose marriage."

  "Presumptuous!" Wang Yigong smmed the table and stood up, his beard bristling with anger. He absolutely disagreed with his daughter marrying a mortal.

  "Sit down!"

  Wang Zonghai's face sank, and he reprimanded Wang Yigong, "Cultivating immortality is cultivating the heart! You are already several decades old, and you are still so impatient. Tomorrow, you will go to the Back Mountain Quiet Chamber to cultivate in seclusion. You are not allowed to leave until you have cultivated to Qi Refining sixth yer."

  "Father, 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 taught his son a lesson, he turned to look at Zhao Sheng and said, "Young man, my Wang Family has been established for more than nine hundred years. Things like yours have happened many times in my family's history. Some of them have succeeded, but most of them have failed. Do you know why?"

  "I would like to hear the details," Zhao Sheng said calmly.

  "Because of interests. Marrying a mortal is far less beneficial than marrying a cultivating family. Can you bring greater benefits to my Wang Family?"

  For some reason, the person in charge of the Wang Family was unusually frank with Zhao Sheng, revealing the most real side of human nature in front of his cnsmen.

  Zhao Sheng was silent for a moment, then replied firmly, "I can!"

  "Empty words are useless, where's the proof?" Wang Zonghai sneered. At this moment, he had transformed into the purest profit-driven animal, without any emotional involvement.

  Perhaps someone like Wang Zonghai is a qualified head of a cultivating family, but for some reason, Zhao Sheng didn't like him at all.

  Zhao Sheng took out a Storage 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 Wang Family members were overjoyed, because five hundred Spirit Stones was equivalent to nearly half of the entire family's annual income.

  Zhao Sheng took out another stack of paper from his arms and said loudly, "This contains the complete process of making perfume, as well as twelve perfume recipes, three of which are new perfumes that have not yet appeared in the Market."

  Wang Zonghai suddenly smiled strangely and also took out a stack of paper from his storage bag.

  With a gentle push, the stack of paper flew to Zhao Sheng as if it had eyes, and he grabbed it.