C1084 Father
C1084 Father
Increasing the opponent's strength was the same as increasing the strength of the opponent.
In the end, both sides would definitely work together to deal with the Crab Devil Force.
"Qin Ming, Lan Zhi is my daughter. If you want to marry Lan Zhi, this Divine Soul Bead will be your betrothal gift!"
Wu Mo joked.
"Thank you." Qin Ming said seriously, "Thank you for recognizing Lan Zhi as your daughter!"
There were many women in the sect who were similar to Lan Zhi, but only Lan Zhi became Wu Mo's daughter in the end.
Wu Mo did this because of him. He should thank him.
Sect Master's daughter had the right to inherit the position of Sect Master, and Wu Mo's strength was at the Martial Emperor, which was unique.
Lan Zhi's status in the Martial God Sect was even higher than that of an elder, and she had the privilege to enjoy all kinds of resources.
Furthermore, Wu Mo had no children. If there was anything good, he would give it to Lan Zhi!
Wu Mo shook his head. "You're wrong. The disciples in the sect rarely marry outsiders. I was afraid that Lan Zhi would be bullied, so I took her in as my daughter!"
"Speaking of which, if you want to marry my daughter, then my seniority is higher than yours!"
"To tell you the truth, I acknowledge Lan Zhi because I want to take advantage of you!" Wu Mo's words were very teasing.
Ever since he became a Martial Emperor, he had never been humiliated. However, when he was with Qin Ming, he was repeatedly attacked. He really wanted to see Qin Ming's embarrassing state.
"Alright, father!" Qin Ming looked into Wu Mo's eyes and shouted.
Wu Mo had raised Lan Zhi since she was young and taught her martial arts. Even if he did not acknowledge Lan Zhi as his daughter, he still had his father's strength. Now, he even recognized Lan Zhi as his daughter.
No matter how one looked at it, Wu Mo was Lan Zhi's real father.
Qin Ming did not feel that Wu Mo was taking advantage of her at all.
Qin Ming called her father willingly!
When he heard Qin Ming call him father, Wu Mo became embarrassed instead.
In the end, he nodded as a response. He hurriedly picked up the teacup and drank the tea.
"Qin Ming, you should call me by my name! We'll talk about our own things!"
Wu Mo did not want Qin Ming to be lower than him by a generation.
He had no friends in his life, and Qin Ming was good enough to be his friend, be it in terms of status, ability, or character.
Initially, he had recognized Lan Zhi as his daughter. First, he wanted to repay Lan Zhi for her efforts during this period of time. He also knew the filial piety Lan Zhi had for him.
He did not have a son, so he had the thought of taking Lan Zhi as his daughter.
Secondly, he wanted to give Lan Zhi an identity. After all, Qin Ming was a Pill God and Lan Zhi was only a disciple of the sect. The difference in status between the two of them was too great.
The third reason was also to make friends with Qin Ming.
"Alright!" Qin Ming smiled and said, "Marrying Lan Zhi, how can that little betrothal gift be enough!"
After saying that, he took out a Jade Bottle and handed it to Wu Mo.
Curious, he received the Jade Bottle, opened it, and poured out a pill.
"This is?" Looking at the tiny pill in his palm, Wu Mo said, "This is a pill that can increase the cultivation speed of Martial Cultivator?"
"Right?" Qin Ming nodded. He said, "The betrothal gift for marrying Lan Zhi, I will add another 10,000 pill like this!"
"Ten thousand?" Wu Mo was surprised, " This is not a small number!"
This pill was a Grade Nine Pills, and it was a Perfect Grade Nine Pills.
All the Ninth Grade Perfect Pills in the Martial God Sect added up was not much.
Most of these Perfect Pills were painstakingly refined by Cang Yu. Not only were there not many of them, but they were also of a single type.
Furthermore, could the pill that Qin Ming gave be compared to an ordinary Ninth Grade Perfect Pills?
This was a pill that could increase the cultivation speed of a Martial Cultivator. Moreover, it was a pill that could increase the cultivation speed by ten times. The medicinal effect would last for three years.
One pill was equivalent to saving twenty-seven years of Martial Cultivator time.