My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange

Jiang Mingda’s old silhouette formed above his mindscape, like a holographic projection, appearing by the stream, looking at everything around him.

Of course, because it was an image formed by the mind, strictly speaking, it was a hallucination in Minxin’s consciousness, so only he could see it. To outsiders, at this moment, he seemed to be looking at the air.

"What’s the result?" Jiang Mingda asked nervously.

"Elder, we’ve caught the Water Ghost!" Minxin, abandoning his previous caution, spoke nonchalantly.

Jiang Mingda’s pupils contracted, he asked, "Did a God Monarch take action? What’s the cultivation level of the Water Ghost deputy hall master?"

Upon hearing this, Minxin’s calm expression collapsed and he said angrily, "Just past the sacrificial wine late stage, still only three to five years after the breakthrough!"

Jiang Mingda was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Minxin with a weird expression, praising, "You are truly impressive, brother. I’ve been working hard for half a year and saw only one divine intervention. You even managed to get a God Monarch from our sect to capture a disciple of this cultivation level, I admire you!"

"It won’t be long before you ascend, brother. When you advance to the inner sect and achieve the Perfected Realm, don’t forget your senior brother!"

"You!" Minxin, his face full of anger, was so annoyed by Jiang Mingda’s sarcasm. He glared at Jiang Mingda and said, "Brother Jiang, without me, you would still be living in fear. If you don’t want to thank me, fine, but you don’t have to be so sarcastic!"

"Hmph!" Upon mentioning this, Jiang Mingda merely snorted coldly and changed the subject, "Who from the sect came this time?"

"Not sure. Brother Motong said it belonged to the Hidden Faction, and strictly forbade asking its origin." Seeing Minxin’s lingering fear, he suddenly remembered something and added, "But I think Brother Motong is likely an inner sect disciple from a big family. We may flatter him more in the future."