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"Junior Brother, let's go exchange our points." Qian Yuan said hoarsely, turning away without looking at Song Nanfeng again, and instead showing a somewhat awkward smile to Fang Chen, his elongated horse-like face carrying a hint of apology.
Upon hearing these words, a smile suddenly appeared on Fang Chen's calm face. The two then ignored the incredulous Song Nanfeng beside them and walked towards Elder Yun.
"Qian Yuan!" Watching this scene, the incredulity on Song Nanfeng's face transformed into deep resentment. He fixed his gaze on Qian Yuan's back and growled coldly.
"Qian Yuan! Don't you want to break through to the Primordial Embryo Realm?"
"Qian Yuan, you have some nerve!"
"Quickly tie that kid up, or else..."
Wang Lin and the others shouted sharply, threatening him. However, Qian Yuan and Fang Chen did not turn back, making this scene appear comically foolish.
"Noise." Elder Yun, who had been half-closed eyes since he first mentioned that fighting was not allowed in Xuantian Hall and seemed to be asleep, furrowed his brows at this moment. A terrifying light flashed in his dim yellow eyes. At the same time, a powerful and intimidating aura instantly enveloped Wang Lin and the others.
"If you continue to make such a racket, I will throw you all out." Elder Yun said calmly.
As these words rang out, feeling the aura of a Heavenly Realm expert surrounding them, Wang Lin and his companions' sharp expressions were suddenly filled with awe. The malicious words they had been about to spit out at Qian Yuan and Fang Chen were swallowed back down.
"Good, good, good. How dare you refuse me? I want to see what tricks these two can pull. Hmph, exchanging points?..." Song Nanfeng's expression changed repeatedly as he sneered disdainfully, his cold face showing hints of mockery.
However, just as he finished speaking, a sudden gasp echoed throughout Xuantian Hall.
"How is this possible? This guy's points..."
"Heavens, how could he have so many points? Did he kill all those guys from Crimson Bright Sect?"
"Eight thousand four hundred, nine thousand nine hundred... My God, how many people did he actually kill? Is this guy even human?"
...
Inside Xuantian Hall, it felt like an explosion had gone off. A flurry of uncertain gazes gathered at the counter, specifically at the dark tokens floating in front of Elder Yun, each marked with a different number.
The smirk on Song Nanfeng's face suddenly froze as he looked at the row of dark tokens. His eyes widened in disbelief, and his scarred face was filled with a ghostly expression.
"One, two, three, four, five... forty-seven, forty-eight... impossible, this can't be!" As he stared at the numbers on the tokens, Song Nanfeng found it increasingly hard to believe.
Although he hadn't personally seen these disciples of the Crimson Bright Sect in the Body Refinement Realm, as a disciple of the Enforcement Hall, he had heard quite a bit about them. He knew very well what kind of strength the top-ranked individuals possessed. Even a martial artist from the Alchemy Realm would find it extremely difficult to slay them all, and for martial artists of the same realm, encountering these individuals was nothing short of a nightmare. They represented the pinnacle of the Body Refinement Realm!
Yet now, all these people had been killed by someone of the same realm?
Impossible! That was Song Nanfeng's first reaction.
These tokens must be fake! This was his second reaction after experiencing several shocks and intense fluctuations in his mind.
Looking at the tokens that almost completed a full set from one to fifty, Song Nanfeng became more convinced of his thoughts. He shifted his gaze from the tokens to Fang Chen, who wore a smile that was both joyful and slightly surprised. His expression grew darker.
After facing setbacks against Fang Chen multiple times, the intense resentment made it impossible for Song Nanfeng to tolerate any semblance of good fortune for Fang Chen. "Elder Yun, don't be fooled by this kid; these tokens are fake!" he suddenly shouted.
As soon as his voice rang out, the previously murmuring crowd in Xuantian Hall fell silent. Curious and doubtful gazes shifted from the tokens to Song Nanfeng. The expressions that once held uncertainty now transformed into thick mockery and disdain.
"If these tokens were truly fake, would you even need to say so? Does Elder Yun not have eyes?" someone in the crowd remarked.
As soon as the words fell, even the disciples of the Enforcement Hall who were originally standing beside Song Nanfeng unconsciously took a few steps back. Clearly, Song Nanfeng, whose strong resentment had caused him to lose his composure and speak recklessly, had almost incurred the wrath of everyone. By claiming that the tokens were fake, wasn't he insulting the intelligence of everyone in Xuantian Hall? They were unwilling to bear the scornful gazes directed at them alongside Song Nanfeng.
"There are a total of ninety-three tokens, among which forty-seven rank in the top fifty. The tokens ranked one to four are all here. They can be exchanged for a total of twenty-six thousand thirty-five points." Elder Yun glanced lightly at Song Nanfeng not far away and nodded at Fang Chen, a rare smile appearing on his aged face.
He then took the token from Fang Chen's hand, which was engraved with the character for "Miscellaneous," and gently brushed his hand over it. Instantly, a series of light golden numbers flashed across the token.
"To exchange for something, you just need to send a strand of Divine Consciousness into the token to trigger the formation within," Elder Yun explained carefully to Fang Chen.
It turned out that each token was equivalent to a spatial storage device, and there was also a formation connected to an unknown location within it. As long as Divine Consciousness activated this formation, one would instantly sense various treasures available for exchange. With just a thought, those treasures would directly materialize, and the points stored within the token would decrease accordingly.
"How amazing," Fang Chen said, his eyes shining with excitement. Having such extraordinary functionality in his token was not only convenient but also eliminated a lot of trouble. Moreover, in the future, as long as he had enough points, he wouldn't need to make a special trip to Xuantian Hall to exchange for items.
"Twenty-six thousand thirty-five points—what a fortune!" A brilliant smile spread across Fang Chen's face, and his mood instantly brightened after being affected by Song Nanfeng and others earlier. However, soon after, the smile on Fang Chen's face gradually faded away, replaced by a hint of coldness.
Huff...
A series of faint yet somewhat heavy breaths began to circulate within Xuantian Hall. At the same time, more and more heated and greedy gazes began to gather on Fang Chen.
"Twenty-six thousand thirty-five points," someone murmured repeatedly, their greed becoming increasingly intense.
It should be noted that two or three thousand points is not an insignificant amount for Outer Sect Disciples; six thousand points is something that very few can produce. Twenty-six thousand thirty-five points could almost equal half the worth of an Inner Sect Disciple. Yet here was someone with such an abundance of points who was merely a Servant Disciple at the Body Refinement Realm. This was undoubtedly a huge stimulus for everyone present.
"Hehe, this kid is finished," Wang Lin and his companions sneered, their gazes toward Fang Chen filled with malicious intent.
Even Qian Yuan, standing beside Fang Chen, had a drastic change in expression at this moment. If it weren't for everyone's overly intense reactions right now, he would have almost forgotten that within Ziyang Sect, disciples could engage in mutual combat without restrictions as long as no one died.
There is fighting and oppression, which can unleash greater motivation. Among this oppression, one aspect is the seizing of points from the weak. Therefore, those lacking strength rarely accumulate points, as once their points are sufficient, they will immediately exchange them for treasures, never leaving them for others to take. Moreover, with a careless move, one could easily go from being a thief to being robbed, and this is not a rare occurrence. Thus, trying to seize points from others is not an easy task.
However, at this moment...
If it weren't for the fact that Xuantian Hall does not allow any actions, countless people would have already surrounded Qian Yuan and Fang Chen. Even so, seeing the flickering lights in many people's eyes and that naked greed, Fang Chen understood that these individuals would undoubtedly be unable to resist making a move once he stepped out of Xuantian Hall.
Watching this scene, Elder Yun gently furrowed his brows. His lips moved as if he was about to speak. However, at that moment, a glint flashed in his eyes, and a smile appeared on his aged face as his dim eyes narrowed again.
"A group of Outer Sect Disciples actually harboring greedy thoughts towards a newcomer who just entered the Sect, how ridiculous." A clear and serene voice came from the entrance of Xuantian Hall.
Although the voice was as clear and pleasant as an orchid in an empty valley, the sarcasm contained within it was unmistakable. This simple statement mocked all the Outer Sect Disciples present in Xuantian Hall.
Many people showed a flash of anger on their faces upon hearing this; however, when some gazes landed on the speaker, their anger dissipated instantly and turned into awkward smiles. Even Song Nanfeng and others suddenly displayed a look of awe.
"Lian Yiyue." Fang Chen looked at the familiar figure at the entrance of Xuantian Hall, surprise flashing in his eyes. But soon after, he shifted his gaze to the woman beside Lian Yiyue.
This was a tall and elegant beauty. She wore a white palace dress that was beautiful, graceful, ethereal, yet grand. At first glance, Fang Chen felt as if an immortal was approaching him; amidst her otherworldly grace, there was an underlying aura of authority.
"Inner Sect Disciple!" Fang Chen was taken aback. Although he did not know the name of the woman before him, he recognized her status.
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