Wang Zekai, the first genius of the Wang family branch, a seventh-level Dou Zun realm monk.
In the Wang family, he is a brilliant genius and a leader of the younger generation.
But secretly, he has another identity, Secret Agent No. 76 of the Soul Palace.
From the beginning to the end, Wang Zekai was not a member of the Wang family, he was a spy planted by the Soul Palace.
As early as 3,800 years ago, he used special means to reincarnate into the Wang family, and took away the body of Wang Zekai, who was only seven years old at the time. He became a chess piece used by the Soul Palace to infiltrate the Wang family.
Over the years, relying on the help of the Soul Palace and his own unremitting efforts, Wang Zekai has stood out among the younger generation of the Wang family.
Madness is just his appearance, and arrogance is just his disguise.
There are countless Anzi like this in the Soul Palace. According to their importance, Anzi is divided into three levels: Heaven, Earth and Human. Among them, Wang Zekai is the number seventy-six of Earth.
The leader of the younger generation of the Wang family is actually a member of the Soul Palace, and he is only No. 76. You can imagine how powerful the Soul Palace is in penetrating all major forces.
Within the Wang family alone, Wang Zekai is not the only one who has hidden secrets. There are even people who hold high positions and are among the decision-makers of the Wang family.
It's scary, isn't it?
It's normal if you think about it carefully. Without this means, the Soul Palace would not be able to compete with the nine major forces in the world with one blow and maintain a situation of more wins than fewer defeats.
"Holy Son, your performance today was acceptable, right?"
Wang Zekai smiled in a flattering manner. He was a secret agent from the Wudou Marshal's Mansion. His cultivation level had already reached the eighth level, and he had played many roles.
Over the years, he has performed the role of Wang Zekai in the Wang family and has never aroused anyone's suspicion. When it comes to acting, he is definitely no worse than anyone else.
"It's pretty good so far, but whether you can continue acting in the future depends on your subsequent performance."
Wang Xu sat on the chair and glanced at the herbal tea on the table.
Wang Zekai ran up in small steps, poured tea for Wang Xu diligently, and said repeatedly: "Don't worry, Holy Son, I will definitely perform well."
"That's best."
Taking the tea cup, Wang Xu took a sip of tea and said, "You came out this time, and no one noticed you, right?"
Wang Zekai hurriedly said: "Don't worry, Holy Son, I have received professional training. It will be easy to escape the eyes and ears of the Wang family. There will definitely be no mistakes."
"Don't speak too slowly. It's better to be careful in everything. I'm calling you here this time because I have something to give you. If you do this well, I won't be stingy with rewards."
"It all depends on the instructions of the Holy Son."
Learn the art of culture and martial arts and buy into the emperor's family. This saying is universally applicable.
Wang Zekai knew very well that if a secret agent like him was not appreciated by noble people, he would just be a bastard for the rest of his life.
In the future, either he will be killed in a certain espionage operation, or he will become an outcast and be abandoned by others.
He has seen this kind of thing too much, and he knows very well whether there is a backer behind it. It is not only about the future, but also about one's wealth and life.
"My request is very simple. I want you to make a whetstone and sharpen a good knife for me. Are you willing?"
Wang Zekai was all smiles when he heard the previous words, but when he heard the next words, the smile on his face froze.
In his mind, he wanted to be Wang Xu's knife.
Looking at it now, it was a whetstone.
Making a knife or making a whetstone are completely different.
The former is easy to use and can be easily adopted for his own use, and he will have a backer in the future.
The latter is not the case, whetstone, whetstone, after sharpening the knife, the whetstone is useless.
"Why, you don't want to?"
Seeing the unnatural look on Wang Zekai's face, Wang Xu asked casually.
"Wish, willing"
How dare Wang Zekai say he doesn't want to? What is his identity? What is Wang Xu's identity? If he says he doesn't want to, isn't that asking for death?
He is not an indigenous monk. He would foolishly think that the Soul Palace only has this power, and that as long as the monks in the firmament world unite, they can resist the invasion of the Soul Palace.
That is simply impossible. The Soul Palace is not scary. What is scary is the Five Dou Marshal Mansion standing behind the Soul Palace, and even the fallen world.
The more he knows, the more Wang Zekai understands that running fast or slowly is not important. Some people are born on the podium.
To him, Wang Xu is the person who was born on the podium. A light word can not only make him live, but also make him die, or life may be worse than death.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down. Don't worry, I climbed up step by step from the bottom. Today you saw me as a human, but you didn't see me as a dog.
I am a very fair person, as long as you work hard and effectively, it is not impossible to stay by my side and work."
Wang Xu also climbed up from the bottom and knows very well the mentality and demands of little people.
Little people don't have that much ambition. They only need a guarantee and they will willingly work for you.
Of course, the key to balance lies in trade-offs. If you don't control it well, you have to be careful about capsizing in the gutter.
"Please give me the instructions of the Holy Son."
Wang Zekai cut off everything without any hesitation in his eyes.
Wang Xu nodded with a smile and said, "Have you seen Wang Gu? I think that is a good knife. I plan to give him some luck and see if he can soar into the sky.
Your task is very simple, use yourself to temper him, put pressure on him, give him motivation, and let him grow up quickly.
I won't ask about how to do it specifically. If you need anything, just say hello to Elder Fei and he will solve it for you.
I only have one request, I want to see Wang Gu Chenglong, if he can't make it, you can give him a push from behind, do you understand?"
"clear."
Wang Zekai nodded heavily, and then whispered: "Holy Son, what potential does this Wang Gu have that makes him worthy of your support?"
The smile in Wang Xu's eyes grew stronger and he said: "If I say that I am just idle and want to see how big a storm an originally inconspicuous little person can stir up under the wings of a butterfly, do you believe it?"
Wang Zekai was stunned for a moment. Although he thought this statement was a bit childish, a voice in his heart told him that this was the standard answer.
The stars on the chessboard are made in heaven, and a word or a bad taste from a big shot can change the fate of a little guy.
Wang Zekai is a small person, Wang Gu is a small person, even Dou Di, who seems to be aloof, is actually a small person.
In the world of heaven, there are no truly big figures.
If anything, Wang Xu is half and Princess Yushu is the other half.
For them, the world of the sky is a hunting ground. Others, whether local monks or Soul Palace monks, are at most just the difference between prey and hunting dogs. No one can be called a hunter.
"Go ahead and do your job well. I will watch over you." Wang Xu took a sip of tea again and said, "This is a good opportunity to make a career, you should seize it."