Chapter 77: Bowing in Submission

“I’m not asking for much, just two years’ yield—ten thousand spirit stones!”

Jianghai City, Jianglong Hotel.

Inside the venue, Jiang Chen glanced at the gathering of ancient martial arts elders, offering a gentle smile. “Ten thousand spirit stones, and I’ll no longer pursue the spiritual vein. That’s a fair deal, isn’t it?”

Everyone fell silent.

“The Six Sentinel Celestial Array is an earth-grade illusion formation, designed specifically to test a person’s mind and willpower,” Ling Yuanzi replied without hesitation.

Xuan Yu beckoned, drawing forth the illusory river that was the source of faith power. This river encompassed all existence; every ounce of faith power flowed into it. Xuan Yu’s task was to divert a branch of this faith power, channeling it into the artifact’s core, nurturing the ‘egg’ so it would ultimately bear flawless fruit.

To avoid provoking the will of the magical formation’s barrier, she immediately stowed it away in her storage magic crystal.

“Uh!” Once again, Qin Yu’s face showed bewilderment. Hearing the voice, he turned toward the recruiter for the exploration club, realizing it had indeed been him who’d just spoken.

Upon waking, Qin Yu found something pressing down on him. Looking up, he discovered that Yu Jia was sprawled across his body…

Luckily, his physical strength was formidable; he only suffered minor injuries. Though his internal energy surged chaotically, a brief circulation of the Myriad Transformations Chaos Technique restored him considerably.

At that moment, I finally understood why Su Qingqing always seemed so sorrowful when I questioned her. Each time I asked, it must have dredged up those terrifying memories.

“In the end? What happened at the end? Why do I have no recollection at all?” Fang Qi felt unsettled, as if a piece of his memory had inexplicably vanished.

A sudden dizziness overcame him, and he found himself resting, apologetic and unable to meet Meng Niya’s gaze, on her soft lap.

Selecting suitable candidates on a global scale—even when restricted to children around fourteen years old—remained a formidable undertaking.

Yet, the four-legged lizard’s appearance was unfamiliar to Qi Fan and his companions, for it was a beast whose name none could recall.

“My mother asked me to come and help you.” Xue Ying floated to the cave entrance, speaking to Li Mo through a voice transmission.

At this moment, Jiao Jue Luo’s gaze was complicated as she watched Jun Yan flee in distress. Her large eyes flickered between schadenfreude and sympathy.

Knowing how fleeting opportunity is, Jun Yan nodded quickly, then did his utmost to sit cross-legged again, beginning to refine and absorb the viscous spiritual mist surrounding him.

Pound and Ma Chao finally converged, signifying that the Yuan army in the city had been completely swept away: they were either killed in battle or surrendered—there was no third outcome.

Gu Chen no longer wanted any emotional entanglement with Xia Shiguang, but he also couldn’t bear to see Xia Shiguang get too close to another man.

Li Fuchen glanced at the darkening sky, rotated the Azure Dragon Sword, and withdrew his aura entirely.

Luo Baichen and Shen Yu had been observing and listening to their discourse all along.

Ma Sanlang blushed slightly and stepped forward, intending to take Li Mo’s hand and place something in her palm. Li Mo stepped back, avoiding him.

Stomping angrily, Ye Juya pouted, while Xi Xian likewise voiced her dissatisfaction in a flat tone.

“Are all the people you brought trustworthy?” Yang Lefan whispered in Yao Dahai’s ear. If there were traitors among them, a stab in the back could prove fatal.

Sun Xue’er sat in her seat, dazzled by the spectacle, exclaiming how Yang Lefan was so adept at fighting—defeating five or six people was easier than slicing fruit. Even the luxurious suite at Fubang Hotel hadn’t witnessed such clean, decisive moves as today.