Chapter 640 - 242: Sister Qiao, Wealthy Merchant, Immortal Lady, Xuanwu, Mu Daoist

Moreover, he used only top-grade Essence Enhancement Pills for cultivation, and in the future, he could even use top-grade Essence Enhancement Pills.

As for the lower and middle grade pills, he could sell them instead, making a profit.

Alchemy Masters truly make exorbitant profits.

Thus, time passed by.

Zhou Changwang waited silently.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Changwang stayed in the backyard and once again took out the White Tiger Token.

"Three hours.

Just three hours until this White Tiger Token will undergo a change.

Let's see what kind of change it will bring..."

Zhou Changwang swept his Divine Sense over the White Tiger Token.

Once again, he sensed that mysterious timing.

Then, he sat cross-legged, running the Pure Yang Five Elements Technique at the Great Success Level, adjusting his state to the peak while cultivating.

By the time he opened his eyes again, more than two hours had passed.

One stick of incense.

Three hundred breaths!

A hundred and fifty breaths!

Fifty breaths!

Zhou Changwang held his breath.

Silently, he cast the Wind, Fire, Thunder, and Light Shield, followed by the Spiritual Defense Technique and the Divine Light Shield Technique. His Divine Sense eagerly flowed into the storage bag, ready at a moment's notice to summon flying swords and form a sword array to unleash a thunderous strike.

His True Essence surged; his Foundation Establishment True Body was poised for action.

In his hand, he silently clutched a stack of Spirit Talismans.

His Divine Sense was exceptionally active, ready at any moment to unleash the Divine Sense Attack Secret Technique, Shocking God Needle.

One could say that at this moment, he was fully prepared.

Ten breaths.

Nine breaths, eight breaths... three breaths, two breaths, one breath!

The next instant.

A flash of light appeared on the White Tiger Token.

Instantly enveloping him.

Before he could react, he suddenly found himself in a courtyard, seemingly transported without a sound.

In the courtyard, besides him, there were five other cultivators, who also appeared in an instant.

Zhou Changwang's vigilance reached its peak, and he quickly realized that even his clothes had changed.

He was clad in a black Daoist robe, his face obscured by a layer of black mist that made it impossible for others to discern his true appearance.

Not only him, but the others also shared the same attire.

Everyone wore a black Daoist robe, with indistinct faces.

Even their Divine Sense... couldn't be used here.

Only their eyes could be relied upon.

He could only infer the gender and features of those present based on their physical characteristics.

For instance, a cultivator in front of him was petite with prominent features clearly indicating a female cultivator even under a loose Daoist robe.

Beside her was a tall figure, at least seven feet, whose loose robe was stretched tight, outlining obvious muscle contours.

Likely a Body Cultivator or someone with extraordinary talent.

Another person was thin and emaciated, like a bamboo staff.

One was fat, with a rotund belly.

As for the last one, he was relatively normal, showing no distinct features.

The five people each had unique characteristics.

"Even though I've been here more than once, the sudden arrival still feels a bit unsettling."

It was the petite female cultivator who spoke, her voice tinged with allure.

"Sister Qiao has only been here three times.

Attend a few more times, and you'll get used to it."

Next, the chubby cultivator chimed in, speaking kindly.

"However, the number of people has decreased again?"

Suddenly, one of them spoke up.

It was the ordinary-looking cultivator.

Surprisingly, it was a female voice, clear and pleasant.

"Indeed.

Last time there were seven, now there are six.

But it could be that someone is still in secluded cultivation.

I remember during the eighth time before this, a senior suddenly arrived.

He said he had entered this mysterious space and attended the gathering five hundred years ago."

The chubby cultivator seemed particularly interested in the female cultivators, eagerly responding whenever a female voice spoke.

"Without revealing identity, who knows if it's true or not?

Core Formation Realm cultivators have a lifespan of only five hundred years, could he be the Profound Infant True Monarch?"

The extremely thin cultivator also spoke, sounding somewhat skeptical.

"That's true.

His words were grand indeed, but he hadn't even heard of the Celestial Lake Mountain's master, likely just someone seeking fame."

The chubby cultivator nodded in agreement, echoing the sentiment.

Zhou Changwang listened to their conversation, and his previously tense expression relaxed slightly.

From their exchanged information and his own experience, he drew several conclusions.

This was a place for an exchange gathering where one couldn't use Divine Sense or True Essence.

This meant almost all Divine Sense Magic and other methods couldn't be used here.

And this was a place akin to a virtual space, where everyone was transported through tokens like the White Tiger Order.

In this space, everyone was provided a standard Daoist robe, with a mist obscuring their faces.

Thus, identification could only be made through corresponding voices.

Currently, he only knew the name of one person, 'Sister Qiao.'

As for the others, despite their conversations, none disclosed their identities.

Clearly, they had all attended such 'gatherings' more than once, and were familiar with each other.