Ling Zhi lowered his head and said sincerely.

"Well, neither humble nor arrogant, big things can be done, and you can entrust them to you."

The man nodded, without saying a lot, and instead became more silent than the last time.

"Drink another cup of tea." He grabbed the teapot on the table and picked it up and poured a slowly cup of tea for Ling Zhi.

Tea is colorless, and it is clearer and more empty than the color of water.

It even makes people wonder whether there is any tea poured out.

"The last time this tea was black." Ling Zhi took the tea cup and said.

The person opposite suddenly shrank his pupils, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ling Zhi saw all this in his eyes, but there was no change in his expression. He just quietly grabbed the teacup, put it under his nose, and smelled it.

"It's still so bitter. Even if it smells, it makes people feel bitter and surging in their stomachs. When I reach my level, I can't even control the reaction of my stomach." Ling Zhi whispered.

The expressions of the person opposite changed more and more violently.

Bang.

Ling Zhi gently put down the teacup and landed it on the table.

"Tell me, who are you?"

He stared straight at the person opposite and smiled contemptuously.

"Okay, not bad, not bad." The person on the opposite side suddenly clapped his hands, patted him three times in a row, and then he put down his hands. His eyes looked at Ling Zhi were completely different.

"I didn't expect you to find these. This teapot is so magical, and the color of the tea water changes. Isn't it normal?" The person opposite grabbed a teacup on the table and put it in his hand to play with it.

"Who are you?" Ling Zhi was still sitting there, not standing up, nor answering his question, but just continued to ask.

He did, and the other party stood up. As soon as he asked, he suddenly suppressed the other party's identity and status.

This person seemed to have realized this, his expression changed slightly, and he understood in his heart that his identity was easily discovered by Ling Zhi, which had led to his uneasiness.

Otherwise, why would he stand up involuntarily and want to give Ling Zhi a kind of pressure and oppression through this gap in height.

"You should know who I am. Let me tell you the name, and you can know it again?" He coughed, stopped turning the teacup, grabbed the teacup in his hand, and said sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, Ling Zhi grabbed the last teacup on the table at this time, then picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea is still colorless when poured out. There is almost no difference in shape and color from the previous cup. At least with the power of the soul of the semi-ancestral realm, it cannot be distinguished.

But...these two cups of tea are completely different.

There is a faint, faint fragrance that emanates from the cup of tea that Ling Zhi himself pours, which is distant and deep, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Ling Zhi closed his eyes and felt the smell of tea very much enjoyed it and entered his nose and body.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the teacup from the table, and smiled, "Who are you? You told me, I really can't hear it, but why didn't you realize that you know my name?"

"You know me, but I don't know you. Shouldn't I be proud of me? What are you here to show? An unknown ancestral saint in the upper world."

Ling Zhi smiled even more arrogantly and flamboyantly. Then, he raised his head and poured all the tea in the teacup into his stomach.

"Last time I came, I tasted all the bitterness and pain to the extreme."

"It is the ultimate bitterness, and it is naturally sweet to end the bitterness. This cup should be sweet." Ling Zhi smiled confidently and said, "If you say something or not, this kind of thing will naturally not make me doubt you, but I think this cup is sweet."

"But what you poured out is not, so I don't believe it."

"You're talking nonsense!" The unknown ancestor saint angrily rebuked, "How could anyone be so stubborn after making speculations about unknown things. If it matches the speculation, it's true, and if it doesn't match the speculation, it's false!"

"I'm so sorry, I'm such a person." Ling Zhi stood up and stood up, pointed his hand away, "It's easy to leave, but I won't send you off."

He had already seen that the ancestor saint didn't know how it appeared here and talked to him.

But the other party is really, without any strength.

The Zu Sheng’s face was unstable and he didn’t move for a moment.

Ling Zhi showed a sneer on his face, "If you don't want to leave easily, you can only leave in embarrassment."

After saying that, Ling Zhi raised his hand and the blood-crying sword flew out of his body.

The Heavenly Dao Monument arrived first and came directly above the head of the ancestor saint, with a hazy luster covering the other party.

The blood-crying sword rushed past, and the blue and white spring water and its own power actually swallowed the projection of the ancestor saint.

As the Blood-Crying Sword grows, the Blood-Crying Sword becomes more and more consistent with the word "Fishing Sword".

Drink blood and return, cry blood and achieve yourself.

This ancestral saint never thought that Ling Zhi would attack him so decisively, and he disappeared completely without even reacting.

It was not until this time that the tea that Ling Zhi swallowed into his stomach had an effect.

The sweetness in this comes from his friends, his own experience, family, love, friendship, and other things worth cherishing, memories, present, and future.

Whether it is the cup of tea that Lingzhi took before or what Lingzhi had recently experienced, it is all bitter.

Especially the memory deprived from the old woman, the value in it is probably incomparable to several half-ances in the lower realm.

These memories will rapidly reduce and shorten the accumulation time of Ling Zhi in the semi-ancestral realm.

But the old woman's life is definitely bitter.

Even though she became very strong later, because of her perverted and twisted heart, it also led to Qi's pain, resentment, and madness.

Beyond this bitterness, what Lingzhi needs is exactly this cup of sweetness.

This sweetness cannot lead to an exaggerated increase in his cultivation, but it can clean up and wash away all the bad emotions that are contaminated with his soul.

In this situation, Ling Zhi's soul became pure.

Pure means stronger, purer, and more stable state of soul.

This cup of tea has immeasurable significance for Ling Zhi at this moment.

One bitter and one sweet, taste life.

Experience life and lay the foundation for thoughts.

Ling Zhi took a solid step on the road of half-ancestral ancestors.

No matter how difficult it is to break through the Ancestral Saint Realm, as long as you are still moving forward, you will eventually be able to reach it one day.

The most terrifying thing is to stand still and stop.

Ling Zhi's figure gradually disappeared here and returned to the pool of reincarnation.
Chapter completed!