"May I ask if you have any other requirents?" the Bronze Spirit inquired.
"No more." Su Chen shook his head, temporarily Casting the Profession Requirents of the Cauldron Forger to the Back of His Mind. The cart will find a way at the mountain; it's better to first sort out Sovereign Vajra and talk later.
Coming out from the Bronze Tower, Su Chen gazed towards the distant horizon. There was a fluctuating black line spreading from the extre distance, fluttering, connecting to Dragon Abyss Planet. That was an endless, continuous stream of Flight Vehicles, carrying the nurous personnel of the Dust Star Sea participating in the Peak Star Tournant.
"The nurous factions of the Dust Star Sea have already arrived one after another. I estimate Black Buddha will also be fast. The Heart of Spiritual Light will be able to be obtained very quickly; when the ti cos, only the Marrow of the Morning Star will remain."
Su Chen ca down from the stairs. That thing would be his sooner or later. Han Xingliu wasn't willing to easily give it to him, dragging out so question of whether it convinced the masses or not; he estimated he wanted him to genuinely make a move once.
As for the battle records on the Bronze Sect's Holy List, they couldn't access them either. Relying rely on a ranking, it was truly difficult to spy out a few clues on his body.
"The more tis I make a move, the more it suits their intent. Then it's best to settle the cauldron in one go."
Su Chen wasn't sure what the other party could see rely relying on Combat Recordings, but it was still best to expose less.
The people walking around on the Bronze Core had beco much sparser. Especially the young faces; compared to before, they were missing more than half. He estimated they all went to that Dragon Abyss Planet to join in the fun.
After all, it was at their own doorstep. The other sects and the Royal Court still found it hard to bring too many people over. But regarding the Bronze Sect's Holy List disciples, who wouldn't want to try out exactly what tier they were situated at within the Dust Star Sea?
Boarding the Flight Vehicle, Su Chen felt the residual tal liquid in his stomach.
"In another seven or eight days it should be able to finish absorbing. When the ti cos, I can go to the Fortune Bronze Core and try to complete the final requirent."
Comprehending the Intent of Vajra was very abstract. Fortunately he had one 'Guidance' opportunity.
This kind of requirent that caused damage to oneself didn't require the Fortune Bronze Core's assistance. There were also specialized organizations in the sect responsible.
"But the Fortune Bronze Core is still more convenient. In any case, I don't have usage limits; I can build however I want." Su Chen mumbled a sentence, heading straight back to the Floating Island.
In a corner of the Bronze Core, this was the place where the Punishnt Hall was located. The Grand Hall appeared silver-grey without mixed colors, majestic and solemn.
From top to bottom, the Bronze Sect kept this place at a respectful distance. Except for the working personnel of the Punishnt Hall, it was extrely rare to see anyone co over.
However, today was actually sowhat different. A group of people arrived hurriedly, yet they didn't walk the main road. Making a detour onto a small path, they arrived at the Punishnt Hall's side door.
Soone was already waiting here, wearing a Punishnt Hall uniform, with a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. Seeing so many people co, he seed to have been startled, hurriedly moving close to the side of the person leading: "Senior Brother Tianlin, why did you bring so many people?"
The one standing before him was exactly Qin Tianlin. Hearing this, his brows furrowed slightly: "This place isn't so forbidden ground anyway, and the Punishnt Hall has never issued an order disallowing the Qin Family to approach."
"Although that is said, but your Qin Family is ultimately intimately related to that Fan Zhao..." The other party's expression hesitated, but seeing Qin Tianlin's increasingly gloomy complexion, he hurriedly said:
"Since you're all already here, then it's no matter. Quickly co in. The Departnt Head and Vice Hall Master are both over at Dragon Abyss Planet. It should still be a period of ti before they co back; you guys seize the ti."
He led Qin Tianlin and the others through the side door to enter the Punishnt Hall. The tal corridor was deeply silent and soundless. The walls were so kind of matte alloy material, absorbing the vast majority of the light. In the corners, surveillance probes were operating.
Qin Tianlin and the others didn't shy away. On this Bronze Core, it was practically impossible to accomplish certain matters secretly.
Ever since Fan Zhao was caught and brought in, the Qin Family had not been permitted to visit. This was Wu Feng's order, but not a rule of the sect.
Even if the Qin Family took advantage of his absence to forcefully visit, when Wu Feng ca back he couldn't pull out anything to argue about either.
Law is nothing more than human feeling. Fan Zhao's matters already had a conclusive verdict—it was his own doing and didn't involve the Qin Family. If even visiting wasn't permitted, it was unavoidably overly heartless.
Along the way they could still encounter so working personnel. Although their gazes were strange, they also all didn't say anything.
The group very quickly arrived deep inside the Punishnt Hall. This was the place where heavy criminals were imprisoned. Rows upon rows of completely identical cells spread out. The tal fences were thick and sturdy, the gaps narrow. Many were left vacant, silent and forbidding.
High-ranking mbers who provoked sect rules out of nowhere might not even have one in several decades.
That guy with the sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks led Qin Tianlin and the others in front of a cell, saying respectfully: "It's right here."
Qin Tianlin gave an "Mhm". His gaze looked towards the person imprisoned in the cell. All four limbs were bound by thick, sturdy tal Chains. One after another light patterns were carved onto them, hidden in the darkness.
"Senior Brother Tianlin, then that matter we discussed properly before..." From his side ca a cautious inquiry.
Qin Tianlin cast a sidelong glance at the other party: "The transfer order has already been issued down. Cloudflow Planet, Logistics Supervisor."
Hearing this, the other party was overjoyed, repeatedly saying: "You take your ti chatting, take your ti chatting."
Working on the Bronze Core actually wasn't a good errand. There were too many major figures here, and every single one had to be served well. It was very hard to be able to skim any fat, or have any authority.
Especially the Punishnt Hall. Wu Feng was upright, uncompromising, and impartial, but for subordinates like them, it wasn't a good thing.
Being dispatched out to a certain planet, not to ntion being a local emperor, even being a leader with real power was also very satisfying.
Hearing the commotion outside, Fan Zhao inside the cell slowly raised his head. Compared to his high-spirited and vigorous appearance before, he looked far too much older. His hair was ssy, his eyes gloomy and devoid of light.
However, when he saw the newcor was Qin Tianlin, he actually stood up abruptly. His body staggered; the Chains pulled taut, rattling loudly: "Tianlin!"
His voice was hoarse as he shouted out in agitation.
Qin Tianlin gestured with his eyes to the three people standing by his side to stand on the rear, left, and right sides. Blurry light gradually advanced, enveloping this place, distorting the light rays and rendering the two people invisible.
"Martial Uncle," Qin Tianlin called out with genuine feeling and earnestness. "How did you turn into this appearance? Did that Wu Feng use severe torture to extort a confession?"
Complex expressions surged on Fan Zhao's face. He Prevaricated Vaguely: "The Punishnt Hall just has those thods..."
Having spoken, he repeatedly asked again: "How is the situation in the outside world? How is Master? Have the people from the Four Great Sects and the Royal Court arrived yet?"
He had been imprisoned here for a long ti, knowing absolutely nothing about matters in the outside world.
Qin Tianlin crouched down his body, tightly gripping Fan Zhao's hand, his voice gentle:
"The Four Great Sects and the Royal Court arrived side by side a period of ti ago. However, the Ancient King suddenly appeared, and furthermore the Starfire had signs of changing for the better, deterring the other sects and the Royal Court, forcing them into having no way to be Overbearing."
"Although I don't know how the specific situation is, Grandfather should be unhard."
"The Ancient King appeared..." Fan Zhao muttered, yet his eyes grew increasingly agitated. "So, so this ti you ca to rescue out?"
Within his cautious tone was mixed with probing. Having been imprisoned here for a long ti, what tornted people the most wasn't various punishnts, or even various tests conducted on his ntal consciousness, but the disparity in status.
Hearing this, Qin Tianlin actually sighed lightly.
It was as if Fan Zhao had his bones and sinews instantly extracted. He laughed desolately: "I knew it. I knew it. Useless people should be abandoned."
Hearing Fan Zhao's words, a touch of suppressed anger swept past Qin Tianlin's eyes.
Colluding with Evil Gods to make a move on Su Chen—even he hadn't thought of this thod. Fan Zhao not only did it, but also did it so ssily, having his weakness grasped by soone, making it so now their Qin Family was caught in limbo. And he still had the nerve to bla them.
Qin Tianlin shook his head, saying: "My father passed away."
"What?" Fan Zhao blanked.
"Harmfully murdered by an Evil God," Qin Tianlin added.
"Evil God..." Fan Zhao's complexion fluctuated.
Qin Tianlin said bitterly: "Now the outside world all says that if not for our Qin Family colluding with Evil God Cultists, it wouldn't have incurred this disaster."
"This..." Fan Zhao was caught with Words Caught in His Throat, faintly having so guilt.
"Also, Su Chen, he defeated Wei Zhenghong and has already beco second on the Holy List."
"What?"
If Qin Guang's death only made Fan Zhao surprised, then this matter made him horrified. "How is that possible?"
He blurted out: "Defeated Wei Zhenghong? Su Chen, relying on him?"
"I am also unwilling to believe it, but the truth is just like this." Qin Tianlin let out a Bitter Smile. "My coming here this ti is wanting to ask Martial Uncle for assistance."
"That Su Chen actually..." But Fan Zhao still hadn't reacted, muttering in a low voice. The more formidable Su Chen was, it represented that his hope of walking out was fewer.
"Martial Uncle!" Qin Tianlin called out. Fan Zhao raised his head blankly: "If outside I could still help you, but now..."
"Now you can also help ," Qin Tianlin interrupted.
"How to help?" Fan Zhao looked at Qin Tianlin. For so unknown reason, he actually felt the other party was sowhat unfamiliar.
"If you believe your nephew, wait a bit and don't resist." Qin Tianlin tightly gripped Fan Zhao's wrist.
Fan Zhao lowered his head to look, yet felt a touch of blazing warm current transmit from the other party's hand, spreading along his arm, very quickly surging into his body.
At this ti, he seed to have so lack of understanding. Then he felt that warm current beco increasingly blazing. A stinging pain gradually transmitted from within his body, as if his entire body was tightly gripped. His head violently jerked backwards.
Fan Zhao let out an agonizing wail: "Tianlin! Qin Tianlin! What are you doing?"
"Martial Uncle, do you not want to take revenge? Think about who hard you to this current degree before your eyes! As long as you can help , I will take revenge for you, and even think of a way to bring you out!"
Purple Light swayed in Qin Tianlin's eyes. The words fell into Fan Zhao's ears, making him calm down instantly.
The physical pain made him instinctively resist. But thinking back on it, it seed he also had no other choices left. He could only place his hopes on Qin Tianlin.
He tightly clenched his teeth. Faintly, Purple Flas erged from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. His body beca increasingly weak, as if sothing was extracted away.
Until a long ti later, only then did Qin Tianlin loosen both his hands.
Fan Zhao instantly slumped down to sit on the ground, panting heavily, Doubtful and Uncertain: "What did you do to ?"
He faintly felt his body was sowhat different, but in this Blockaded state, it was very hard to genuinely experience it.
"Is it done?" Qin Tianlin asked in his heart.
"It's done. This person and your Holy Class are the sa sequence, and furthermore Job Entry is already complete, only lacking Forging. I attempted to use his Primal Source to fuse into a wisp of Holy Class power. It can allow you to possess the might of the Indestructible Vajra Holy Class."
Qin Tianlin's eyes brightened greatly. But soon after, he heard the voice by his ear say: "However, this power can only be used once before it is consud clean."
"Can only be used once?" Qin Tianlin's complexion beca not too good-looking. Looking at the extrely weak Fan Zhao—this was an 8th-Tier Dual Professional with an incomparably solid foundation. According to this guy's phrasing, this ti he nearly crippled the other party.
Yet the power extracted could only be used once.
"Being able to use it once is already very not bad. If not for him being considered cooperative, there wouldn't even be this one ti." The voice by his ear was apathetic. "Furthermore, it is already enough."
"Not bad." Qin Tianlin's brows uncreased. "Having the might of a Holy Class at the 6th-Tier is unheard of. They all thought the Minor Star Chief belongs to none other than Su Chen, but they don't know there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens!"
"Rember what you promised . The fa goes to you; the Marrow of the Morning Star goes to ."
"You wanting that Marrow of the Morning Star, exactly what use is it?" Qin Tianlin restrained his thoughts, carrying a bit of probing.
"I know what you're thinking. My things aren't that easy to take. Don't think about Giving an Inch and Taking a Mile." The voice by his ear warned, yet also said:
"The Marrow of the Morning Star's activity is astonishing. I can borrow it for a brief Incarnation to display certain thods. Rest assured, your and my target is still identical; both are that Su Chen..."
Qin Tianlin secretly snorted coldly. Pacifying Fan Zhao for a few sentences, he left without turning his head back.
Following the arrival of a massive amount of factions from the Dust Star Sea, the Bronze Sect also finally got lively. At the sa ti, they recalled a massive amount of Bronze Sect Army, garrisoning in the Starport as well as Dragon Abyss Planet.
Rationally speaking, this was already considered the Core Zone of the Bronze Sect. There shouldn't be any guys who couldn't think things through daring to cause trouble.
But according to past experience, there would always be those few guys who didn't know life from death intending to fish in troubled waters.
At the Starport, this place was noisy and boiling to the extre. At all tis there were spaceships of various shapes coming out from the Star Gate. The engine exhaust nozzles dragged either blue or purple ion tail flas, docking at the Port area.
A large crowd of people walked down. Following the glowing guide belts on the ground, personnel of different identities and different tiers were guided towards corresponding passageways. Semi-transparent holographic directional signs were similarly suspended in the air.
Those garrisoned here were entirely the elites of the Bronze Sect, wearing black heavy armor. Borrowing the composite sensors in their helts, they swept their gazes over every passing person. At the sa ti, according to system dispatch, they were distributed at various posts.
7th-Tier Professionals Could Be Found Everywhere. One could even see 8th-Tier Professionals patrolling back and forth, undisguisedly releasing their own Vital Aura. Deterring those guys who grew impatient because of queuing for a long ti.
"These people are way too many. It's already been three or four days, right? Still so congested." In a corner, Ming Lin leaned against the wall, secretly clicking his tongue.
Glancing at the sowhat silent thin and gaunt man beside him, carrying a bit of teasing: "Senior Brother Teng, have you perceived any Evil God Cultists, ah?"
Teng Liang and the others were scattering retail goods perfectly fine outside, when Su Chen suddenly had people reassign the two of them back to assist with the security screening work of this Starport.
Su Chen actually specifically exhorted certain tasks to him, but he was also curious what role Senior Brother Teng was taking up.
Teng Liang was speechless. Glancing at him, he was too lazy to engage.
'Still Senior Brother Bu's personality is more active...' Ming Lin secretly thought, also not caring. Taking advantage of the montum, he shifted to another topic: "How is the completion of the ntal imprints for the other few Senior Brothers?"
Hearing Ming Lin ask about proper matters, only then did Teng Liang open his mouth gloomily: "Half a month ago, the imprinting had already finished. Highest specifications. Once soone intends to test their mories, it will trigger automatic fragntation."
"That ntal Imprinter said that this kind of self-fragntation is extrely rapid. Because of the special nature of Spiritual Entities, once it begins, even if it is intercepted, the person will also beco an idiot and a fool."
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