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Wei Chen and Shaohou felt that it had been a long time since they had been this shocked. The unappetizing ingredients before them could actually enhance their physical condition?
If that were the case, this meal was indeed quite precious.
Wei Chen and Shaohou casually ate a few dishes, and in an instant, they felt a faint, strange aura emanating from the ingredients, merging into their limbs and bones.
They keenly sensed that the realm they had previously been unable to break through was showing signs of loosening at this moment.
“Brother Dongfang, as you said, the ingredients from the Witch Clan's mainland are truly extraordinary. I wonder if the locals of the Witch Clan grow up eating these things? If so, their advantage is immense!” Wei Chen exclaimed.
Dongfang Ming nodded, his expression somewhat serious. “Yes, anyone from the Witch Clan's mainland is incredibly strong; most can reach Shaman level. For us outsiders, establishing ourselves in the Witch Clan's mainland is extremely difficult.”
Wei Chen and Shaohou began to understand Dongfang Ming's perspective. Just in terms of food, there was a significant gap between them and the people of the Witch Clan's mainland. In fact, before coming here, they had never imagined that the disparity between their world and the Witch Clan's mainland would be so outrageous.
After finishing a meal that could only be described as unpalatable, the three strolled through the City-State where the Right Holy Academy was located. This City-State was named after the Right Sage and was called Right Holy City.
Within the City-State, the customs and culture still seemed somewhat backward compared to modern times; however, even a vendor shouting on the street exuded a powerful aura that left Wei Chen and Shaohou feeling quite astonished.
The more they witnessed, the deeper their sense of awe towards the Witch Clan's mainland grew.
That sense of awe became increasingly profound over time, gradually transforming into something ingrained in their very blood.
“Brother Wei Chen, a City-State like Right Holy City is already considered quite large in the Witch Clan's mainland. Given our previous experiences, we shouldn't expect to encounter any strong individuals here. We must not underestimate anything in the Witch Clan's mainland; surviving here is our most basic requirement. Moreover, there are countless places yet to be explored—mountains, lakes, deserts—all filled with hidden realms. With our current strength, venturing anywhere would be perilous.”
“The Witch Clan's mainland is too powerful. As you gradually come to understand its might, your desire for the Witch Clan Secret Technique will surpass everything else. In our own world, we are top-tier strong individuals; we no longer have sufficient opportunities to grow stronger. But in the Witch Clan's mainland, there are many chances for us. Even if we can't join the Right Holy Academy, we can still find ways to become stronger by wandering around.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen frowned and said, “Brother Dongfang, aren't those who survive the selection for the Right Holy Academy its disciples? Don't others die?”
“That's true,” Dongfang Ming replied awkwardly after thinking for a moment. “But perhaps there are other paths as well.” He continued explaining: “If we don't participate in the Right Holy Academy's selection process, we won't face any danger of death. With nearly one hundred people competing for just one spot, that's truly tragic! We could easily choose not to participate in the selection and instead explore on our own in the Witch Clan's mainland; that could also be a good option.”
A good option? Hmph! Wasn't that just a coward's choice? Without joining the Right Holy Academy and relying solely on their own strength to navigate through the Witch Clan's mainland—what kind of favorable outcome could they expect? Just like Dongfang Ming said, while parts of the Witch Clan's mainland were still primitive—making opportunities abundant—it was precisely that primitiveness that filled many areas with unknown dangers. One could never know where they might meet their end.
Moreover, with Dongfang Ming's strength, could he really navigate the Witch Clan's continent? The outsiders possessed a dazzling array of Cultivation Methods, but those superficial things were utterly disregarded by the people of the Witch Clan. What they revered was raw power; everything else was merely window dressing in their eyes.
Thus, both Wei Chen and Shaohou remained noncommittal towards Dongfang Ming's "suggestions" and "hints." Perhaps Dongfang Ming intended to deceive Wei Chen and Shaohou, hoping to eliminate two competitors from the equation.
Before Dongfang Ming dropped this hint, Wei Chen and Shaohou had a fairly good impression of him. However, once they unraveled the underlying motives, their views shifted dramatically. Their impression of Dongfang Ming had soured considerably.
Hypocritical pretender—this was how Wei Chen and Shaohou assessed Dongfang Ming.
Under Dongfang Ming's lead, the three arrived at a well-known pawnshop within Right Holy City.
Inside the pawnshop, a frail old man dozed off behind the counter.
“Boss, we need to pawn some items,” Wei Chen greeted politely.
The old man slowly opened his eyes, bleary and unfocused as he glanced at Wei Chen and his companions. “Just arrived?” he asked flatly.
From their attire, it was clear to the old man that Wei Chen and his friends were not from the Witch Clan's continent. The inhabitants of that land typically wore one of two types of clothing: coarse linen garments or armor. The colorful outfits were reserved for women from noble families.
Wei Chen smiled. “Yes, Boss. We are here for the Right Holy Academy selection and would like to exchange some currency that is common in the Witch Clan's continent.”
The old man nodded. “I've seen many like you—proud fellows. Let me be clear: your items are worthless here. What you bring will have little value on the Witch Clan's continent; those flashy trinkets are hardly worth anything.”
“Boss, that's fine. We are prepared for that. However, everything has its price. I just hope you can offer us a fair price and not take advantage of us because we are outsiders…” The rest of his statement was unnecessary; everyone understood.
The Boss nodded with a cold smile. “Rest assured, I wouldn’t even look at what you have.”
Wei Chen and Shaohou each produced a large quantity of top-tier divine stones and spirit stones, along with items considered Material Treasures in both the Endless Divine Realm and the Ancient World.
Pawnshop
Shopkeeper Shen looked at Wei Chen and Shaohou's pile of items with some disdain and said lightly, "These things of yours may be considered treasures in your world, but what place is this? This is the Witch Clan's Great Land!"
Shopkeeper Shen casually rummaged through the items as if he were sifting through garbage.
After a moment, he set a price for Wei Chen's pile of items: three thousand low-grade Witch Stones.
The items belonging to Shaohuang God King were worth a bit more, reaching a price of five thousand Witch Stones.
Wei Chen and Shaohou felt speechless. They had no idea that Dongfang Ming, who was quietly observing from the side, was practically drooling over their prices.
"These two fellows come from a Spatial Plane of considerable level! Their items are not even one-third of what I brought, yet the prices are three to four times higher. This means their Spatial Plane level is ten times higher than my Ancestral Realm, which is an entire spatial tier above!"
Dongfang Ming immediately felt a deep respect for Wei Chen and Shaohou. With their Spatial Plane level being one tier higher and both being top-tier powers, it meant that in terms of combat strength, Wei Chen and Shaohou were about ten times stronger than Dongfang Ming.
Regardless of one's status, the admiration for the strong is deeply ingrained in one's bloodline. Dongfang Ming quickly developed a sense of awe towards Wei Chen and Shaohou.
Once they received the Witch Stones, Wei Chen and Shaohou stored their items in their independent spaces. Compared to the people of the Witch Clan's Great Land, Wei Chen and Shaohou had the advantage of possessing personal storage spaces. Ordinary members of the Witch Clan could not utilize such spaces unless they cultivated to a certain level.
"Shopkeeper Shen, I have another nice treasure. Can you help me see how much it's worth?" Wei Chen said with a smile as he took out the Reprint and placed it on the counter.
Seeing that item, Shaohou's eyes widened in surprise. "Wei Chen, are you really going to sell that?"
Shaohou couldn't believe that Wei Chen would part with an artifact from the Ancient World, but judging by Wei Chen's current actions, it certainly seemed that way.
"If you think your Witch Stones aren't enough, I can give you all my Witch Stones," Shaohou hurriedly offered.
Wei Chen smiled but did not respond to Shaohou's words.
The Reprint, as the strongest artifact from the Ancient World, was something Wei Chen would never sell under any circumstances. Even if the strongest artifact from the Ancient World was considered worthless in the Witch Clan's Great Land and lacked combat power compared to their treasured weapons, it was not something he could part with. It represented faith and a deep connection to his Ancestral Realm.
Wei Chen's intention was simply to understand what position Reprint could hold in the Witch Clan's Great Six.
The Old Innkeeper held Reprint, initially glancing at it with indifference, but his expression gradually grew serious.
Under the watchful eyes of Wei Chen, Shaohou, and Dongfang Ming, the Old Innkeeper's face changed repeatedly. The seriousness faded, replaced by confusion, then a flicker of understanding, only to be clouded again.
"I have served this Pawnshop for hundreds of thousands of years, and my eyesight is keen. Even the Right Saint has sought my expertise in identifying treasures. However, I have never seen anything like this before; I cannot determine its grade," the Old Innkeeper said, staring intently at Reprint as if he wished to smash it open to see what was inside.
Wei Chen smiled and asked, "Shopkeeper Shen, what do you call this type of combat treasure in the Witch Clan's Great Six?"
"Witch Artifact," replied the Old Innkeeper.
Wei Chen continued, "Then how is the grade of a Witch Artifact classified?"
"Just like the grades of Witchers, there are five levels: Earthly, Profound, Yellow, Spirit. Each level is further divided into upper, middle, and lower tiers. As for your Witch Artifact, in my opinion, it might reach around Mystic Grade Middle Tier," the Old Innkeeper said with a hint of politeness towards Wei Chen. Such a Witch Artifact was extremely rare and its grade uncertain. The Mystic Grade Middle Tier classification was due to Wei Chen's outsider status; if someone from the Witch Clan's Great Six had presented this item, the Old Innkeeper would likely consider it Earthly Middle Tier.
Wei Chen pouted and said, "Only Mystic Grade Middle Tier? That's not very strong!"
"Kid, this treasure is beyond my judgment; our shop won't accept it. With the Right Holy Academy selection coming up soon, make good use of this item and you will surely become a disciple of the Right Holy Academy," the Old Innkeeper said with a grin.
Upon hearing this, Wei Chen and Shaohou felt indifferent; they never thought they would die during the selection competition.
However, a strange expression appeared in Dongfang Ming's eyes as he stood aside.
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