Fan Zhao was an Eighth-Tier professional. His spiritual body was extrely condensed, appearing no different from his physical body in reality.
But now, the edges of his spiritual body were faintly dissipating, and his tangible aura spilled out in all directions, completely out of control.
Deacon Feng, Qin Tianlin, and the others were forced to retreat step by step.
Fan Zhao's expression was exceedingly grim. Spirit Fire could only be born within the Nether Domain, and the conditions for its creation were extrely harsh.
It took a very long ti just to locate a single wisp of Spirit Fire.
Due to the Bronze Sect's fla issues, all resources related to the Nether Domain were in high demand. For Spirit Fire, one practically had to wait in line.
If his master hadn't been Qin Yun, who secured this Spirit Fire forging for him before her departure, it might not have even been his turn.
After looking forward to this for so long, to find absolutely nothing before him—how could he possibly remain calm?
"Where is the Spirit Fire?!" Fan Zhao roared, his voice rolling like thunder.
"Could there be no Spirit Fire here?" Qin Tianlin couldn't help but ask. "Was the intelligence wrong?"
His face was pale. If Fan Zhao could forge a Sacred Class at the Eighth Tier, then after advancing to the Ninth Tier, he would likely have enough ti to forge another.
The prospect of him taking the Head Seat was not just idle talk from Lan Yunting.
To secure Lan Yunting's help, they had promised a great deal. ng Shiyu had died here inexplicably. If this all amounted to nothing, it would be extrely difficult to accept.
"How is that possible!"
Deacon Feng, standing to the side, had been in a bit of a daze, but upon hearing this, he subconsciously retorted. The Nether Hall could not take the bla for this.
Fan Zhao was Qin Yun's student; who knew how many conflicts would arise if this went south.
"This is the Fla Domain Volcano, one of the few terrains most likely to birth Spirit Fire. Furthermore, it is guarded by a Ninth-Tier Nether Domain creature, with Eighth, Seventh, and Sixth-Tier creatures coexisting in order. How could there be no Spirit Fire?"
He spoke with absolute certainty. Even facing Qin Tianlin and the furious Fan Zhao, he had to stand his ground.
Otherwise, Qin Yuezheng would not spare him upon his return.
'There's actually no Spirit Fire...' Lan Hao muttered internally, his mood unexpectedly lifting a little.
He was already implicated in ng Shiyu's death. The man was, after all, a top-ranking figure on the Sacred Ranking; this matter wouldn't end simply.
It was only temporarily suppressed. Once they left the Nether Domain and returned to the sect, there would undoubtedly be a reckoning.
The stronger Fan Zhao was, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.
"Could it have been stolen by other Nether Domain creatures seizing the opportunity?" Deacon Feng suggested after his retort.
"Unlikely," Lan Yunting said, shaking his head. "Normally, Spirit Fire is used by Nether Domain creatures to temper their spiritual bodies. It's incredibly lethal. Even an Eighth-Tier Nether Domain creature would find it difficult to take it away."
"Then there is only one possibility." Fan Zhao, with his back to the group, spoke in a tone as cold as ice. "Soone used it."
"Soone used it?" Deacon Feng paused, then hesitated. "The path here is swarming with Nether Domain creatures who covet outlander spirits like us the most. How could they just let soone stroll in?"
The possibility of it being used by soone would also implicate the Nether Hall, as they were the ones who discovered it.
"That possibility isn't very likely either," Lan Yunting added. "It requires several prerequisites. First, they must know there is Spirit Fire here. Second, they must know we are acting today. Third, they need enough strength to fight the remaining Nether Domain creatures. If a fight broke out, the commotion couldn't possibly be small."
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"Halfway up the mountain, those Sixth-Tier Nether Domain creatures are still there, along with several Seventh-Tier ones."
"But Spirit Fire cannot disappear for no reason," Fan Zhao said, turning around and glaring coldly at Deacon Feng. "The Nether Hall must give an explanation for this."
'Motherf...' Deacon Feng's face was filled with bitterness.
The crimson flas winding around his body gradually extinguished, and the agonizing pain that had pierced his very bones faded away.
Su Chen slowly opened his eyes, taking a deep breath in lingering fear before exhaling slowly, a cloud of rolling heat escaping his lips.
This Sacred Class forging was almost the most painful process he had ever experienced. His previous class acquisitions or advancents had never felt this excruciating.
"Thankfully it was just pain, without causing any real damage to my body."
Su Chen carefully scanned his surroundings and was quite amazed. Even the Nether Tower beneath him hadn't suffered any damage. The flas seed to only affect his physical body.
"I wonder what kind of logic this Sacred Class forging follows. It didn't even require to do anything actively; it just forged itself directly into ."
"If soone managed to acquire a large number of classes and accidentally t the requirents for a Sacred Class, could they also forge it using this Dawnfire Ash?"
His thoughts raced. "Moreover, there are many in the sect who possess five talents. When they used the Spirit Fire before, didn't they passively get forged into 'The Immaculate'?"
"If my body had the classes to et the requirents of two different Sacred Classes, which one would it forge?"
As he pondered, he shook his head. Under normal circumstances, fulfilling the requirents for just one Sacred Class was difficult enough, let alone two.
Su Chen speculated privately, but he had too little information at hand and couldn't figure out much out of thin air.
Once his body completely cald down, he felt a strange sensation welling up inside him. He vaguely sensed that his body had undergone certain changes, but he couldn't quite put it into words—it felt lighter and more translucent.
Opening his interface, two abilities imdiately caught his eye. His brow twitched, and his heart leaped in shock: 500%!
With just a glance, his gaze locked onto that 500%, and he couldn't help but swallow hard.
The five talents only provided a 50% boost each. Once forged into a Sacred Class, the overall bonus instantly doubled, reaching a massive 500%.
"That's absolutely insane..."
Su Chen was inwardly astounded, but when his eyes fell upon the second ability, he was even more shocked.
"For every special class acquired, efficiency increases by 10%?" Su Chen's eyes shone with a brilliant light, and he subconsciously clenched his fists. "Truly worthy of being a Sacred Class. It didn't waste my painstaking efforts and all that tornt to forge it successfully."
Calculating carefully, he had: Potion Tester, Reverser, Myriad Manifestations, Bone Armorer, Weapon Nurturer, Glutton, Wind Chasing Dancer, Life Burner, Steadfast Walker, Siphoner, Endurer, and Trampler.
There was also the Priest, which could alter the state of believers; that probably only counted as one.
But the total number of special classes he currently possessed was thirteen. This alone added another 130% boost, bringing his total efficiency increase to an astounding 630%.
'Then what about my talent tier...' A thought suddenly crossed Su Chen's mind. He quickly took out the talent detection device from his storage space.
As soon as he placed his hand on it, it projected a deep, dark golden hue.
Upon closer inspection, although the color was dark, it was extrely rich, with a faint, liquid-gold radiance glimring within it.
"Star Amber..." Su Chen's expression changed slightly. The data on paper hadn't felt that tangible before, but seeing it manifest as an actual talent color was a completely different feeling.
"Truly worthy of being a Sacred Class!"
He marveled once more. It had directly pushed him past the threshold of Profound Purple and straight to Star Amber.
Within the sect, this was already on the sa level as Wei Zhenghong.
"A Sacred Class... It really had to be a Sacred Class!"
Su Chen repeatedly praised. No wonder the high-level professionals in the sect all aid to forge a Sacred Class; it was indeed incredibly powerful.
"Phoenix, Eternal Physique, Life-Burning tamorphosis..." he muttered to himself. Every single one was calling out to him.
"With the Eternal Physique, I can already select the next special class. As for the Blood Burner..."
There were three ways to obtain a special class within the sect: first, by exchanging contribution points; second, through family or a master's legacy; and third, as rewards from the Sacred Ranking.
On the Sacred Ranking, among the intangible rewards that couldn't be converted into Star Coins, the exchange for special classes was one of them.
"With my ranking, I can exchange for at least three. I won't have to worry about that for a while. However, acquiring Eldritch God Essence needs to be put back on the agenda."
Su Chen couldn't help but think about how Eldritch God Essence was a super-accelerator. If he wanted to acquire classes quickly, he had to rely on it.
"I still need to mine Netherstones. Now that Little Black can help, I don't have to watch over it every ti during the Dark Sun period, but I'll need to communicate with that Centipede Dragon."
Su Chen thought for a mont and checked the ti. It was still the Dark Sun period.
"Without realizing it, I've already been tossing about in the Nether Domain for two or three days."
As he thought this, his surroundings gradually shifted, subrging back into the Nether Domain. He familiarly anchored his position and headed toward the new mining area.
Little Black hadn't returned yet; it would take so ti.
He directly sought out the Centipede Dragon to ntion this "trivial" matter.
"Let your people mine?" Above the mineral vein, the Centipede Dragon lowered its massive head.
Netherstones were beneficial to Nether Domain creatures. The reason no other creatures dared to enter the mine wasn't because they were too stupid.
Rather, it was because high-tier Nether Domain creatures like the Centipede Dragon were watching, strictly forbidding them from getting close.
It wasn't a major issue, as this Eldritch God believer had already been bringing people to mine every day anyway. After a brief pondering, the Centipede Dragon nodded. "Fine, but there is a limit. A maximum of four Nether Domain creatures."
"No problem." If there were any more, Su Chen feared Little Black wouldn't be able to suppress them anyway.
After settling the matter with the Centipede Dragon, Su Chen waited there for Little Black to return. Its pace was sowhat slow, and it barely made it back just as the fla was about to reignite.
"Master!" Seeing Su Chen waiting there, even though his aura felt different, the direct connection of faith allowed it to recognize him, and it excitedly bounded over.
"Stop! Stop!" Seeing it about to crash into him, Su Chen hurriedly waved his hands.
Little Black stopped excitedly and began running in circles around him, letting out enthusiastic wolf howls.
'Hmm?' The Centipede Dragon lowered its gaze in mild surprise. 'This black monkey actually advanced?'
'That shouldn't be...' Its twin eyes shifted, but it made no other movents.
"Every ti this happens—after that thing turns dark—you take a few Nether Domain creatures in there to dig for stones. Dig as many as you can," Su Chen instructed.
"I will co here to find you periodically. You just need to hand over what you've mined to . If it's hard to store, just keep the mother stones. You can eat the child stones yourself or handle them however you like."
Su Chen detailed his plan to it, repeatedly checking to ensure the creature had actually understood.
Sixth-Tier Nether Domain creatures seed to have unlocked their intellect. After Su Chen explained it two or three tis, it generally understood.
Only after confirming that it grasped the concept did Su Chen breathe a sigh of relief.
Little Black was quite useful. The Dark Sun period lasted a full twelve hours, and he didn't have the energy to stand watch here every single mont.
Coming back periodically to harvest was the best approach.
Still feeling a little uneasy, Su Chen made another request to the Centipede Dragon, hoping it would protect Little Black so that the mined goods wouldn't be robbed while the fla was active.
After the fla reignited, this mining area would be covered by it. Generally, there were no top-tier Nether Domain creatures repeatedly causing trouble here, but there were still many who were stronger than Little Black.
At Su Chen's request, the Centipede Dragon narrowed its giant eyes, its gaze landing on the inexplicably advanced Little Black. It was unknown what it was contemplating, but it eventually agreed.
However, it also raised its own condition, its voice rumbling low. "In the future, if there's an area where I need help, you must assist as well."
It had noticed that this Eldritch God believer was indeed different from the ones it had t before. When they first interacted, he would constantly say 'my Lord' this and 'my Lord' that, but now he hardly ntioned it at all.
Although it was strange, he was definitely a believer of those deities. It might prove useful in the future, and protecting that black monkey was sothing it could do in passing anyway.
"No problem." Su Chen nodded imdiately. Through this matter, he could gradually build trust with the Centipede Dragon. He would agree to it first and figure out the rest later.
The flas gradually illuminated the area, and the Centipede Dragon along with the other Nether Domain creatures slowly withdrew. Su Chen cast a glance toward the sect's core area before gradually fading away from his spot.
"The Spirit Fire was preemptively used by soone else?" Qin Yuezheng looked at the imposing Fan Zhao, his gaze sweeping over Deacon Feng.
A thread of spiritual fluctuation rippled over, and Qin Yuezheng's expression grew turbulent. The Spirit Fire vanished, and ng Shiyu died—such things actually happened?
"The Nether Hall has always been responsible for matters regarding the Spirit Fire. Anyone who knew about this and could act on it must be soone from within the sect." Fan Zhao spoke with conviction. On the way here, after calming down, he already had a few suspects in mind.
Qin Yuezheng could already tell that Fan Zhao wanted him to cause a huge stir. He was internally resistant to the idea, but this matter was indeed tricky and involved the Nether Hall. Frowning, he asked, "What do you intend to do, Martial Nephew?"
"First, check who entered the Nether Domain during that tifra."
"We can't check that. There are too many people," Qin Yuezheng shook his head imdiately. The sect was simply too massive. If he investigated everyone one by one, how many people did Fan Zhao want him to offend?
Fan Zhao already had a draft in mind. "You don't need to check too many people. Spirit Fire can't be taken out and stored; it must be used on the spot. The only ones who need to use it are those preparing to forge a Sacred Class. There aren't many of them in total."
'Easy for you to say...' Qin Yuezheng's brow furrowed, but looking at Fan Zhao's cold expression, he already had a guess. "Who do you want to check first?" he asked.
"Wei Zhenghong," Fan Zhao spat out the na coldly.
Returning from the Nether Domain, Su Chen opened his eyes. The matters on that side were properly arranged. From now on, he just needed to go in and harvest periodically.
However... regarding Ming Lin, he pondered quietly. Previously, because soone might have been watching and he had to focus on forging The Immaculate, he had temporarily stopped Ming Lin from taking further action.
But now, even if it was a bit risky, he had to make a move.
After so thought, he walked out of the Nether Tower. As it happened, Ming Lin hadn't gone out today and was currently in another training room.
"The trouble with distributing goods..." Ming Lin walked out of the training room and joined Su Chen in the lounge. He rubbed his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Aside from the manpower issue, it's about trying our best to avoid being investigated. I've been thinking about it recently, and there are a few ways to minimize the risk. Among them, the most convenient one is to let beco a mber of the Patrol Squad."
"Oh?" Su Chen's heart stirred, and he listened carefully as Ming Lin explained.
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