Su Chen was in a good mood, but he hadn't forgotten to make empty promises, thinking to himself: 'Don't worry, Great Exalted, those Mist Embers lingering around the Starfire will sooner or later all be yours. Let's work with one heart and achieve a mutually beneficial win-win.'
"Star Seed Su..."
On the Grand Thoroughfare, soone suddenly greeted him, standing respectfully by the side of the road waiting for him to pass.
Su Chen nodded in response, heading all the way toward the Port area.
Along the way, he was also pondering. This fused Primary Class shouldn't be as simple as just kneading professions together; it should also have other impacts on himself after Job Entry.
His thoughts diverged. The fused Primary Class might bring about nurous problems. How should the profession progress be developed after advancing?
Would it still be divided into Body Tempering Techniques and ditation thods like before?
Would it have an impact on advancing to the 7th-tier?
The Great Exalted obviously couldn't explain these problems to him. He could only wait until after advancing to experience it himself.
Boarding the Flight Vehicle, before even approaching his floating island, he discovered soone waiting there. It was a logistics transport spaceship.
Upon getting closer, Su Chen clearly saw the person who had arrived. Broad and fat, it was soone he had seen before: Ding Fan, one of the Logistics Deacons.
After his Initial Ranking, this was the person who ca to deliver the rewards.
"Oh my, Star Seed Su, you're finally back," Ding Fan warmly welcod him as soon as he stepped out of the Flight Vehicle.
"Sorry to trouble you, Deacon Ding," Su Chen said politely.
"Think nothing of it," Ding Fan hurriedly replied, leading him to the front of the transport spaceship to tally the rewards.
He had suddenly jumped up over a hundred and eighty ranks. Aside from his most anticipated Fortune Bronze Core usage rights and the Holy Cauldron Cult Potions...
There were also quite a few regular rewards, such as various materials, qualifications for customized weapons, precious ats, and so on, though they weren't necessities.
After roughly tallying them up, Su Chen didn't have him convert them into Star Credits this ti, keeping them to give away or use himself.
Ding Fan directed his subordinates to unload everything, then leaned in close and whispered, "However, there is one matter I must explain to Your Excellency. Because you are the first Tier-5 Practitioner to reach the top 50 in recent years, the Holy Cauldron Cult Potions stored within the sect do not include 5th-tier potions. We can only place a temporary order, so I'm afraid you will have to wait a while."
"I still have to wait a while?" Su Chen frowned slightly, but this matter was also reasonable. Let alone the top 50, even the top 200 were basically all 6th-tier Practitioners.
Other people probably hadn't expected such a situation either.
"Roughly how long will it take?" Su Chen asked.
Ding Fan explained, "We have traded with the Holy Cauldron Cult for many years and have dedicated supply channels. If it's fast, it will take at most half a month."
"Half a month, huh." Su Chen's expression relaxed considerably; that was still acceptable.
However, Deacon Ding added mysteriously, "But I contacted a few friends and secretly got in touch with several major families, managing to scrape together roughly 15 Lightning Plasma Potions."
Saying so, as if performing a magic trick, Deacon Ding pulled out a silver-white tal Case from behind him and handed it over.
Su Chen raised an eyebrow, truly surprised. The Holy Cauldron Cult Potions supplied to the top 50 on the Holy List were provided free of charge, requiring no extra cost.
However, in order to cultivate their family mbers, the major families couldn't possibly truly wait until they squeezed into the top 50 to supply them. They would definitely find their own channels for long-term purchases.
But the price of these things was indeed not cheap. Last ti, when Wei Zhenghong ca to ask for his help, he only brought 10 portions.
This surnad Ding produced 15 portions with a single wave of his hand. The perks of managing logistics were truly massive.
'However... what favor is this guy planning to ask of ?' Su Chen's thoughts flashed through his mind, but his face remained impassive. "Deacon Ding, this is a bit too polite of you, isn't it?"
Ding Fan repeatedly waved his hands, "What are you saying? We are all on the sa side, and you are even the sect's Star Seed. Moreover, this isn't a pure gift; it's considered a loan..."
"When the potions purchased through regular channels arrive, we will simply deduct it from your quota and return it to them."
"Oh, so it's like that." Only then did Su Chen realize; it wasn't a pure gift.
This was no small gift, and he truly felt a bit hesitant to accept it. But if it was rely an advance appropriation, then it was different; it could only be considered a small favor.
"Since that is the case, then many thanks, Deacon Ding," Su Chen didn't act polite anymore and accepted it.
Seeing Su Chen accept it, Deacon Ding's smile grew even warr. "Think nothing of it. I'll be taking my leave first. Please stay your steps, no need to see off."
"Deacon Ding..." Su Chen called out again, inquiring about the situation with the Heaven-Forged Item.
"A Heaven-Forged Item, eh," Deacon Ding rubbed his chin upon hearing this. "This is a special material that is only born in natural environnts thanks to various fortuitous encounters."
He explained for a bit, and only then did Su Chen roughly understand. For example, certain items born in extre environnts did not count as Heaven-Forged Items.
At the very least, they had to have a form, such as the shape of a blade, sword, or hamr.
Deacon Ding finally said, "These are all excellent materials for forging weapons. If they are discovered, they are basically all reserved in advance. I will keep an eye out for you."
Su Chen said "thanks" again, watching him board the spaceship and slowly depart before returning to the Training Room with the case in hand.
Opening it up, tubes of silver-blue Lightning Plasma were laid out on the black velvet. Unlike the Crimson Sun Potions Wei Zhenghong had given him last ti, these focused on the Lightning Elent.
But to him, they could both serve a promotive function.
Taking out a tube and shaking it before his eyes, the Lightning Plasma inside flowed ceaselessly, looking utterly beautiful.
Su Chen pondered slightly, "With the purification of the Mist Ember, Black Buddha should have sensed it as well. That old boy is probably quite anxious right now."
"Calculating the ti, not much ti has passed since I last ca into contact with him. I'll wait a bit longer, otherwise my capability to handle matters would seem a bit too formidable, and it's also a good chance to string him along."
'The Heart of Spiritual Light...' Su Chen calculated, drinking the potion in one gulp. A crisp, numbing sensation rapidly spread from the tip of his tongue, and a faint stinging pain welled up from deep within his throat, subsequently sliding down his esophagus into his stomach.
Instantly, a torrent of Lightning Plasma exploded, roaming and darting among his internal organs before gradually spreading to his entire body. Su Chen hurriedly circulated the Body-Forging ditation thod.
Deep within the Nether Realm, in the place where Black Buddha resided, there was dead silence. A boundless expanse of Nether Realm Creatures lay prostrate on the ground, shivering.
Sitting cross-legged in the center, Black Buddha's gaze was cold and silent: "Another Mist Ember has been purified."
Hearing this, Hei Zhao, who was kneeling below, shuddered and raised his head in astonishnt: "The Mist Embers entangling the Bronze Sect's Starfire have been purified?"
"No," Black Buddha shook his head. "It is rely a weak Mist Ember, likely a part that the Bronze Ancient King separated back then. But this is already the second ti; the Bronze Sect has indeed mastered an effective purification thod."
Deep, piercing chill brewed within his pitch-black pupils. Although it was currently only a weak-grade Mist Ember...
If they didn't figure it out, the threat might expand further. In the future, not only Black Buddha's, but perhaps all of the Evil Gods' Eldritch Embers could potentially be purified.
And if they did figure it out, it could conversely beco a thod for them to use.
"We must figure out what is going on." Black Buddha's voice was piercingly cold.
Hei Zhao couldn't help but ask, "Have the Believers lying dormant near the Bronze Sect still not responded?"
"This matter is likely a top secret even within the Bronze Sect. It won't be that simple to figure out." Black Buddha didn't intend to bla the Believers, rely pondering: "Wait for his news and see what the situation is."
"If necessary, I plan to personally make a trip to the Bronze Sect."
Hei Zhao asked in shock, "You are going to personally head to the Bronze Sect?"
"The Peak Star Tournant will be a mixed bag of dragons and fish; it's a rare opportunity. Furthermore..." Black Buddha paused, his voice gloomy and silent: "There is also that Su Chen; I might as well bring him back together..."
Shenwu Hub, one of the Eight Great Hubs of the Dust Star Sea, and also the interstellar transport hub closest to the Royal Court.
With the venue for the Peak Star Tournant changing from the Royal Court to the Bronze Sect, nurous factions, both large and small, breathed a sigh of relief.
The Prophet Society had downgraded the interstellar situation rating, and many transit hubs had begun operating anew. Amidst the forest of Star Gates, an extrely complex number of spaceships shuttled back and forth in trajectories that appeared chaotic but were actually extrely orderly.
Apart from these regular shipping lanes, above the Star Gates were VIP channels specifically provided for certain prominent figures, allowing them to pass directly through the Star Gates without waiting in line.
At this mont, an utterly luxurious warship drifted over. Its entire hull was covered in a dark gold tallic outer shell, its surface smooth as a mirror with almost no traces of seams or rivets.
Countless fine blue light patterns were inlaid on both sides of the hull, flickering rhythmically in tandem with the flight's tempo.
"Xingliu..."
In the warship's command room, in front of the porthole, a broad back with hands clasped behind it gazed out at the interstellar expanse. A deep voice sounded: "This is your first ti heading to the Bronze Sect, isn't it?"
"Yes, Your Excellency King Peng," a voice ca from behind. The speaker was a young man with a high brow bone and wide distance between his eyebrows and eyes, his posture upright and his expression calm.
And beside the two of them stood another person—none other than Ni Chuan, one of the Commanders of the Sect-Suppressing Army, maintaining his silence.
"What do you know of the Bronze Sect?" King Peng asked.
Han Xingliu pondered slightly: "Before the Crisis of the Flas appeared, they were the head of the Five Great Sects. After the Crisis of the Flas, they fell to the middle tier. Ninety percent of the Bronze Ancient King's energy is tied down by the Starfire. As of today, they should rank at the bottom of the Five Great Sects."
"Correct," King Peng nodded in satisfaction. "In the past, the Bronze Ancient King was one of the people closest to the Blazing Sun Tier among the Five Great Sects and even the Royal Court. It's a pity. Precisely because of this, he fell for the Evil God's trick."
Han Xingliu's expression shifted slightly, and he couldn't help but ask, "It is said that we attempted to recruit the Bronze Sect back then?"
"Correct," King Peng nodded, turning around. He had an aquiline nose and a gaze like a torch, making people not dare to look him directly in the eyes.
"After the Bronze Sect's Starfire went out, the Royal Court and the other Four Great Sects imdiately sent people to investigate the situation, discovering that it was wrapped in Mist Embers."
"We imdiately proposed a suggestion: only with the Royal Court's Solar Fire Pillar could the Mist Embers wrapping the Starfire be broken. We invited the Bronze Sect to rge into our Royal Court, willing to let the Bronze Ancient King enjoy the sa honors as The Emperor."
"However..." King Peng scoffed, "Everyone in the Bronze Sect, top to bottom, was unwilling. Two Morning Star Tiers forcefully underwent Fire rging with their bodies. The Bronze Ancient King was also quite a character, actually forcefully slicing the Mist Embers open to fight for a ray of hope for survival. Only then did the bizarre sight of the Starfire constantly flickering between extinguishing and burning co to be."
"The Bronze Sect didn't agree to Fire rging back then. Would they be willing today?" Han Xingliu was sowhat doubtful.
"Whether they are willing or not is not up to them," King Peng shook his head, his eyes filled with indifference. "If they want to resolve the Bronze Sect's Crisis of the Flas, there are nothing more than two thods. First, forcefully dissolve the Mist Embers wrapping the Starfire using the Royal Court's Solar Fire Pillar."
"Second, the Bronze Ancient King undergoes Fire rging with his body to prolong the Crisis of the Flas. But he must select his successor to inherit the Ancient King's position before he dies."
"Ti waits for no man. Right now, his only successor is Qin Yun."
Han Xingliu understood clearly: "So, if we can control Qin Yun, or even forcefully drive him to his death, the Bronze Ancient King will have no other choice."
"Correct," King Peng nodded, still satisfied with Han Xingliu's comprehension. "This is a rare opportunity."
Hearing this, Han Xingliu seed sowhat puzzled again. "King Peng, regarding the Lost Starfire where five Morning Star Tiers perished and the Prison-Suppressing King remains comatose to this day... did we have a hand in it?"
Hearing these words, the eyelids of Ni Chuan, who was standing to the side, twitched slightly; he was also extrely curious about this matter.
But King Peng's expression turned sowhat ugly as he slowly shook his head: "The Royal Court played no tricks whatsoever in this matter."
The risk of this matter was too great. Moreover, they had genuinely lost a Morning Star Tier, and the Prison-Suppressing King had also suffered severe injury; this loss was not insignificant to the Royal Court.
King Peng further explained: "Using Qin Yun's matter to attempt Fire rging is one factor; figuring out what exactly happened in the Lost Starfire is also another important goal."
"I see," Han Xingliu frowned slightly.
King Peng then changed the subject and asked, "Are you confident about this Peak Star Tournant?"
Hearing this, a smile brimming with confidence surfaced on Han Xingliu's face: "Please rest assured, King Peng. Right now, in the entire Dust Star Sea, there are only nine people qualified to participate in the Peak Star Tournant and complete the Forging of a Sacred Class."
"Among them, the most threatening ones are Sheng Huaixu and Luo Yao. Both are Divine Radiance Tier Star-Seeds, but they are slightly younger than . I am set on victory for the position of Star Pri."
Hearing this, King Peng grew even more satisfied: "Back then, The Emperor obtained this Star Pri position and was ultimately favored by the previous Emperor. Although your several older brothers are outstanding, they failed to beco the Star Pri. If you can succeed—"
King Peng's words stopped at the point, but Han Xingliu's mind couldn't help but beco agitated, and he nodded heavily.
Having said that, King Peng then added, "However, a rather amazing thing occurred in the Bronze Sect not long ago."
"Oh?" Han Xingliu listened attentively.
"Commander Ni," King Peng suddenly called out.
Ni Chuan was sowhat surprised. He cast his gaze over and nodded slightly: "Your Excellency."
"What is your impression of Su Chen?"
"Su Chen?" Ni Chuan froze slightly, not expecting to hear this na again, and from the mouth of the King Peng before him, no less.
He pondered slightly, "A resolute mind. As for anything else, I don't really know."
After failing to contest for the spirituality on Red Thunder, he suffered quite a few attacks, and he truly didn't know much about Su Chen's subsequent situation.
King Peng said slowly, "Not long ago, this Su Chen, as a Tier-5 Practitioner, defeated Qin Yun's grandson, the Divine Dawn Grade Talent, Sixth-Rank Professional Qin Tianlin, securing the position of Top Ranker of the 6th-tier on the Bronze Sect's Holy List."
"What?" Ni Chuan's expression turned to one of shock. "A 5th-tier achieving Rank-Defying Slaying against a 6th-tier, and the target was a Divine Dawn Grade Talent?"
Was this sothing that a guy who ca out of a Barren Planet could achieve?
Even Han Xingliu couldn't help but ask in shock and doubt: "Has the younger generation of the Bronze Sect declined to such an extent?"
The Golden Peng King remained noncommittal, looking at the Star Gate that nearly filled his entire field of vision before him. "This person is sowhat interesting; he's worth paying attention to."
In the Training Room.
Su Chen's silhouette was completely enveloped by red lightning and firelight, constantly flashing and dancing. Crackling sounds echoed, almost completely obscuring his outlines.
Faintly, the unique sound of tal being forged also rang out, like the muffled thuds of a hamr repeatedly striking hot tal.
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