At this moment.
The crowd erupted with a series of shouts.
"Jiang Fan."
"Itâs Jiang Fan coming."
Zong Chaosheng turned his head upon hearing this, and Jiang Fanâs figure entered his sight, making him frown.
The companions beside him showed astonishment.
"Is it the Jiang Fan from the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road?"
"Looks like he has quite a wide network; so many people recognize him."
"Haha, itâs just because he got the first place on the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road."
"If it werenât for the restriction of the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road allowing only Core Formation Realm to participate, why would he stand a chance? Our senior brother from the sect would have taken it long ago."
"Werenât you curious about what happened on the Heavenly Ascending Ancient Road, senior brother?"
"Do you want to call him over to ask some questions?"
In their view.
The initiative of the Taicang Eighteen Sons to inquire about Jiang Fan was an act of honoring the talents.
Zong Chaosheng said lightly:
"Do I need to ask him if I want to know?"
"If I put the word out, naturally someone will come to tell me."
He glanced sideways at Jiang Fan with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.
Obviously, he still minded the Slaughter Stele, where the dignified Taicang Eighteen Sons were surpassed by a young man from the continent.
Jiang Fan was unaware of all this.
As he just landed, Sanqian Shangren walked towards him.
He took out a sealed bundle of thunder power and said:
"You are about to ascend the Connecting Sky Black Pillar for martial exchange; weâll talk another day."
"Iâll give you this thunder power."
Jiang Fan gratefully cupped his fists.
He had acquired the Heavenly Abyss Heart for a while but hadnât been able to cultivate due to the need for new thunder power.
This bundle was truly a timely help.
The Heavenly Abyss Heartâs function is to store thunder power infinitely.
It prevents the previous embarrassing situation of being left weak in place after using the Undying Blade.
No, itâs thunder weakness.
In short, with the Heavenly Abyss Heart, he would truly rise in power.
Farewell to being a one-second man!
"Thanks."
"Who is your Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple sending up?"
"Want to go with me?"
His current power was comparable to a Seven Orifice Nascent Soul.
Considered a fairly strong combat force.
"Itâs me."
A timid voice came from behind Sanqian Shangren.
Hmm?
The voice sounded very familiar!
He circled around Sanqian Shangren, fixed his gaze and saw a woman in white palace attire.
Her eyes were evasive, and she didnât dare to meet Jiang Fanâs gaze.
"Haha, itâs you!"
Jiang Fan laughed angrily: "If you hadnât shown up, I would have gone to the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple to collect the debt!"
Uh!
Sanqian Shangren was stunned, looking at Song Lingyu in amazement.
A debt?
What does that mean?
Song Lingyu showed embarrassment: "Ahaha, donât misunderstand; itâs just a bit of a favor owed to him."
After saying that, she quickly dragged Jiang Fan aside.
Her face flushed: "Kid, give me some face!"
If she had known Jiang Fan was coming, she wouldnât have accepted the task no matter what.
Exposing her as a debtor in front of many fellow sect members would be too shameful.
Jiang Fan lowered his voice, annoyed:
"The Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul of the dignified Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple acts as a debtor, and you donât let anyone say a word about it."
Song Lingyu pleaded: "Iâm risking my life to earn Sky Ascending Pills to repay the debt."
"The Hall Master promised me that if I took the task, Iâd get a Sky Ascending Pill."
"If I made a contribution, I could get two Sky Ascending Pills."
"If I secured a spot in the top three, Iâd be rewarded with four more Sky Ascending Pills."
"Give me a little more time."
"Please."
She clasped her hands together, bowing repeatedly.
Jiang Fanâs expression softened slightly: "Considering that youâre working to pay off the debt, Iâll give you a few more days."
Looking at Song Lingyuâs shackles, he frowned and said:
"Arenât they afraid that the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple sending you up might lead you to suddenly go mad and slay your own?"
Song Lingyu said: "That wouldnât happen."
"When I go mad, I just get depressed, wonât hurt anyone."
"And donât I have the shackles on me?"
"The magic artifact is entrusted to someone trustworthy, and if I do go mad, they will control me and take me back."
Depressed?
Indeed, thereâs not much harm in that.
He rubbed his chin, his gaze shifting: "Have you found someone trustworthy?"
Having an Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul accompanying this trip would undoubtedly be much safer.
Just not sure if the magic artifact has already been given to someone else.
Song Lingyu gestured with her mouth towards Zong Chaosheng in the distance.
"Whoâs that?" Jiang Fan asked in confusion.
Song Lingyu said: "Donât know Zong Chaosheng?"
"The number one of the Divine Movement Sectâs young generation."
Divine Movement Sect?
Jiang Fanâs eyes instantly turned cold.
He hadnât forgotten the tragedies wrought by the Divine Movement Sect on the continent while searching for the Earth Phoenix Great Sageâs tomb.
Many tribes of the Demon Race were annihilated.
More than half of the Spirit Beast Sectâs disciples perished.
Because of this, Gong Caiyi chose to stay and care for the Spirit Beast Sect, otherwise she might also have stayed by his side, like Yue Mingzhu.
Meeting someone from the Divine Movement Sect again, how could he have a good impression?
If someone else had obtained Song Lingyuâs magic artifact, he wouldnât fight for it.
But the Divine Movement Sect? That was different!
"Why does your Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple trust the Divine Movement Sect so much?" Jiang Fan asked.
Song Lingyu shook her head: "Itâs not trusting the Divine Movement Sect; itâs trusting the identity of the Taicang Eighteen Sons."
"The Taicang Eighteen Sons are haloed as the elite leaders of Taicang State."
"With such honors, their every word and action is under scrutiny, and they wouldnât easily commit disgraceful acts."
"Among those executing this task, heâs a relatively good choice."
It was apparent that Song Lingyu could not completely guarantee Zong Chaoshengâs character.
She was merely trusting his reputation.
Jiang Fan crossed his arms: "He wouldnât dare do anything to you under everyoneâs watch."
"But what if youâre alone, and only you two encounter unpredictable danger?"
"Iâve seen disciples from a major sect lock their own Eight-Orifice Nascent Soul to let him fall just so they could survive."
Song Lingyuâs delicate brows furrowed.
Obviously, she had thought of this possibility but considered the probability too low to encounter it.
Jiang Fan patted her shoulder, smiling playfully: "Youâd be better off trusting me instead."
"You?" Song Lingyuâs face was full of disdain: "Youâre a little black market trader who charged me multiple times for Sky Ascending Pills."
"If I dared entrust the controller to you, youâd turn around and sell me to the Ancient Giants."
Jiang Fan laughed: "Did you forget my identity?"
"Iâm your creditor!"
"In this world, the person most afraid of you dying is me!"
Hey?
Song Lingyuâs eyes lit up.
She hadnât even thought of that!
If she were to die, Jiang Fan wouldnât get back what she owed.
Not even her parents would be as concerned for her safety as Jiang Fan.
Leaving herself in Jiang Fanâs care was absolutely no problem!
But then, she became troubled again: "The magic artifact has already been given to the other party."
"Is it appropriate to ask for it back?"
Jiang Fan shrugged: "You have to choose."
"Whatâs more important: face or your life."
"Besides, if you can be a debtor, why care about a little face?"
Song Lingyu glared at him.
Though unpleasant, his words were true.
Being a debtor, whatâs the loss in losing some face?
"Wait, Iâll think of a good reason."
She returned to Sanqian Shangren and discussed with several disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Holy Temple.
Jiang Fan patiently waited.
He was set on undermining the Divine Movement Sectâs position.