"Do you want me to save them on the other side of the river?"
Knowing that the other party wouldn't believe him no matter how he explained, Su Yin decided not to dwell on the matter any longer. Instead, he turned to look at Fei Ting.
The other party's sudden question about his cultivation meant that he had something to ask of him. Other than that, he couldn't think of anything else.
"Junior Uncle … please make a move!"
Fei Ting's knees buckled, and he fell to his knees. "I know that it's extremely dangerous for you to cross the river, but … I really don't have any other choice. Once Jie Moluo crosses the river, Fei Gong and the others … won't be able to stop him!"
Even though Zhang Xuan's strength was unfathomable, the Spirit Abyss wasn't a simple river either. Begging the other party to make a move was equivalent to begging the other party to take a risk. This was also the reason why he had been hesitating all this while.
"Pavilion Master Fei, please rise …" Su Yin helped Fei Ting up before turning to look at the depths of the river. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee that I'll succeed!"
At the moment, he wasn't too affected by the current of the river, but he wasn't too sure what the depths of the river would be like. If it was truly too dangerous, he would have to consider it carefully.
While he was impressed by the other party's actions, he wasn't willing to risk his life to save them.
"Junior Uncle's safety is more important. It's best if he can be saved, but if he can't, it's their fate …" Fei Ting hurriedly nodded.
Putting aside his cultivation, just the fact that he was able to draw those inscriptions made him far more useful than anyone else in the alliance. Even Fei Ting was no match for him.
"Un!"
Without wasting any time, Su Yin patted the tortoise that was swimming on the surface of the river and said, "Let's go!"
After saying those words, he began walking toward the depths of the river.
It just so happened that he wanted to find an excuse to leave this place and see if he could gather the spirit vein using his farming techniques. This would be the perfect excuse for him to make a move.
Seeing Zhang Xuan leave, Fei Ting and the others fell silent. They looked at the departing back of the young man with gratitude.
"Pavilion Master Fei, do you think that Junior Uncle will be able to cross the river and save them?" Xuan Ye asked.
After a moment of silence, Fei Ting shook his head. "Junior Uncle is unfathomable, but the river is not simple either. No one in history has ever succeeded. I hope he can be the first … Forget it, let's not think too much. Spirit gatherers, please gather spiritual veins as soon as possible. We don't have much time left. As for the rest of you, try your best to get treasures. The fact that Nether River sacrificed himself means that the Trolls are close to insanity. There will definitely be many tough battles ahead! "
For the past ten thousand years, although the battle between the humans and the Giant Demons had been fierce, it had never been as crazy as this time. Now that Jie Mo Luo's clone had entered, who knew if there would be more powerful warriors entering in the future?
Therefore, no matter what happened in the future, working hard to raise his cultivation would definitely not go wrong.
Everyone's expression was solemn.
Ignoring them, Fei Ting continued to look into the distance. At this moment, Su Yin was already more than a hundred meters away. His back was about to disappear into the fog.
Clenching his fists tightly, Zhang Xuan cheered in his heart. Just as he was thinking that the other party would succeed, the other party suddenly staggered, and in the next moment, he disappeared from sight. It was as if he had plunged headfirst into a river.
"Little Martial Uncle …"
Fei Ting narrowed his eyes in astonishment.
Could it be that … even with his strength, he was unable to succeed? Furthermore, what was going on? Would he be in danger?
Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xuan walked forward. However, barely after taking a few steps, he felt the force of the river gushing toward him. His Zhen Yuan, which had been protecting his body, was shattered in an instant, leaving him with a stifling sensation in his chest.
He spurted a mouthful of blood.
To someone of his strength, this was already the end of the river. If he were to proceed any further, he would surely die.
Boom!
Just as Zhang Xuan was feeling worried, the sound of the river suddenly grew louder, and the force of the river grew stronger and stronger.
Fei Ting narrowed his eyes and hurriedly scanned his surroundings.
In an instant, he saw that the sky had turned even darker, and the spiritual energy had become even more violent. It was as if the world had come to an end above the dark river.
"Pavilion Master Fei, the river is going berserk … Could it be that Little Martial Uncle has entered the depths of the river and caused it to fly into a rage?"
Xuan Ye and the others were also unable to withstand the force of the river. Gritting their teeth, they bellowed.
Fei Ting froze.
That was indeed a possibility.
He had entered the river no less than ten times, but this was the first time he had encountered such a situation!
Even though he wasn't certain whether the Lingyuan River had a consciousness or not, it was certain that it wouldn't tolerate blasphemy. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so difficult to cross it!
"Little Martial Uncle, you must be fine!"
Fei Ting clenched his fists tightly in worry.
…
After leaving the group, Su Yin slowly walked along the river.
As the force of the river grew stronger and stronger, surges of Saint Intent flowed out from his body, forming a faint barrier around him.
"The force of the river has gotten stronger, but the purity of the spiritual energy isn't much different from before …" Su Yin tried to sense his surroundings as he walked.
He thought that the spiritual energy would be purer the deeper he went, perhaps even reaching the level of Transcendent. But from the looks of it, he had been mistaken!
From where Fei Ting stood to where he was, there wasn't much change in the purity of the spiritual energy.
Zhang Xuan tried to absorb the spiritual energy, but … his body swayed, and he staggered. Regardless of whether it was his meridians, dantian, or acupoints, he felt even more repulsed by the spiritual energy. In fact, he even felt a little disgusted!
It felt as if he had just sucked in feces.
"…"
Su Yin was speechless.
Even if there were more impurities in the spiritual energy, there shouldn't be such a huge reaction …
He thought that after reaching Heritage 9-dan pinnacle, it would be easy for him to absorb spiritual energy to advance his cultivation. Who knew that he wouldn't be able to do so either …
What a scam!
Forget it, if I can't absorb spiritual energy, then so be it. I'll just use the method of assimilating spiritual energy to advance my cultivation.
"Lao Mian, are you able to cross this river?"
Zhang Xuan turned to look at the old tortoise behind him.
"I should be able to …" The old tortoise tilted its head.
At this moment, Fei Ting and the others were nowhere to be seen. The force of the river was so strong that even a Perfect Spirit Artifact would shatter if it fell into it.
However, the old tortoise was still able to withstand it. It retracted its head, and its tortoise shell buzzed under the impact. It might seem dangerous, but it wasn't a problem at all.
"You should head over and see if you can save the members of the alliance. I'll gather a few spirit veins here, and once I'm done, I'll look for you …"
Su Yin felt that he had arrived at the center of the river.
It would be best for him to save them as soon as possible, but he still wanted to gather some spirit veins … Lao Mian would be just in time.
Zhang Xuan wasn't sure how strong that fellow was, but he was definitely no weaker than Jie Mo Luo. Thus, it wouldn't be a problem for him to save them.
"Alright!"
The tortoise nodded. Just as it was about to swim over, it suddenly paused for a moment before turning around and asking, "Master, I don't think I know anyone from the alliance …"
Humans and giant demons looked identical, and in order to ambush one another, they might even dress in the same way. As such, it was hard to tell them apart just by looking at their appearances.
If one had demonic energy, one would be able to sense the demonic aura easily … but without demonic energy, it would be difficult to identify them.
"I'll just have to adapt to the situation," Su Yin said.
He didn't know anyone from the alliance either, so he couldn't tell them apart. He could only think of a solution after meeting them.
"Hehe, I specialize in adapting to the situation!"
The tortoise chuckled sheepishly. Then, it swiftly swam toward the other side of the river.
Seeing that the other party wasn't hindered in the slightest, Su Yin heaved a sigh of relief. He turned to look at the rampaging spiritual energy before him once more, and his eyes lit up in excitement.
"First, I'll have to create Conservation Soil. This is a special kind of fertilizer, and it contains all of the nutrients necessary for the growth of a plant …"
A method to create Conservation Soil surfaced in his mind. Su Yin formed a unique seal with his finger and tapped lightly on it.
Weng!
The spiritual energy in the surroundings froze for a moment before bursting into excitement. In an instant, many streams of spiritual energy gathered toward Zhang Xuan.
"This is much easier than the forbidden grounds …"
Heaving a sigh of relief, Su Yin spread open his fingers and grabbed at the air.
Back then, in order to create 'fertilizer', Zhang Xuan had learned quite a bit of knowledge. The degree of dryness, thinness, and composition of the spiritual energy had to be studied carefully.
At this moment, Zhang Xuan focused his attention and executed the technique once more. In an instant, Saint Origin Energy surged from his body, and the spiritual energy swiftly gathered toward him.
His movements became faster and faster. With his cultivation at Heritage 9-dan, Su Yin's entire body seemed like a phantom.
Boom!
In an instant, with Zhang Xuan at the center, all of the spiritual energy within a two hundred meter radius was sucked dry. It was as if a massive hole had appeared in the river.
As the hole grew larger and larger, the river seemed to be attracted by a powerful force, and the speed at which it flowed increased once more.
The rumbling grew louder and louder, and pitch-black cracks appeared in the space around the river. Under the assault of the flowing water, the various treasures that flowed within the river couldn't withstand the pressure and exploded one after another, turning into the most primitive energy.
"Not bad. Creating the soil here is indeed fast …"
Su Yin was at the center of the whirlpool. He was slightly calm, and he didn't realize that the river had completely boiled. He continued to speed up the process.
He was in a hurry to save people, so naturally, he had to create the most spirit veins in the shortest time possible. In any case, this thing was valuable everywhere, so the more the better.
Weng weng ~
The more spiritual energy was purified, the more spirit veins appeared in front of him.
As time passed, more and more spirit veins appeared. When he felt that the number was about right, Su Yin exhaled and stopped.
He stopped, but the surrounding spiritual energy, driven by the Saint Origin Energy, automatically gathered. More and more spirit veins appeared, and the speed at which they were gathering became faster and faster.
“？？？”
Su Yin was stunned.
What was going on?
This thing could come by itself?
"Stop …"
He hurriedly waved his hand, but the spirit veins didn't listen to him. They rushed to him excitedly as if it was an honor to be gathered by him.
More and more spirit veins appeared before him, and in the blink of an eye, there were several hundred of them. Su Yin's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but look around.
The spiritual energy in the river was rushing toward him in a frenzy. It was as if they were afraid that they would be mocked if they were late.
Because the speed was too fast, even more cracks appeared in the surrounding space.
"It seems like … I've gone too far!"
With a dumbfounded expression, Su Yin felt like crying.
He just wanted to get more spirit veins, so how did it end up like this?
"That's it. Since I'm leaving, there shouldn't be any more spirit veins appearing …"
Gritting his teeth, Su Yin grabbed the spirit veins before him and put them into his storage ring. Then, he turned around and left.
Boom!
Seeing that Zhang Xuan was leaving, the spiritual energy in the air became anxious. It gathered even faster, forming spirit veins, and chased after Zhang Xuan.
Due to the speed, the space was torn apart once more.
"The heck …"
Su Yin was driven mad.
If he were to be hit by the spirit veins at such a speed, he would probably die on the spot.
If others were to enter the Lingyuan River, they would be washed to death by the violent flow of the river. If he were to be killed by the spirit veins he gathered … it would be too late for him to cry!
At this point, Zhang Xuan couldn't hold himself back anymore. He increased his speed and ran forward. The spirit veins chased after him relentlessly.
…
Ten minutes ago, the old tortoise bade farewell to Su Yin and swam toward the other side of the river.
Even though the force of the river was strong, the old tortoise's physical body was strong to begin with. Coupled with the invincible defense of its tortoise shell, it swam to the other side without much danger.
Arriving at the other side, the old tortoise looked around and frowned.
There was no battle by the river, and there was no disturbance from the Zhen Yuan either. Could it be that … the battle had already ended?
All of the experts of the Alliance had been killed?
Perplexed, the old tortoise determined the direction of the previous explosion and flew over.
…
By the river, two groups of humanoid cultivators were fighting with one another.
Their clothes were all the same. Even if one were to take a closer look, one wouldn't be able to tell which side they belonged to.
The person in charge of the Alliance's side was an old man in his sixties. Like Zhan Jiang, he was the other deputy head of the Elder Hall. Qiu Yuansheng!
He was an expert at the peak of Inherited Realm Level Six!
In order to succeed, they had hidden here an hour before the appearance of the Lingyuan River with formation runes to conceal their aura. The moment the river appeared, when everyone's attention was focused, they suddenly attacked and succeeded in one fell swoop.
"Retreat while fighting. Don't fight them head-on!"
After killing the spirit gatherer of the Giant Demon, the mission was completed. There was no need to fight them head-on. Everyone retreated while fighting to preserve their strength.
Just as they were about to leave the range of the river and had a chance to escape, a faint voice rang out.
"Using a special method to attract the Netherworld River and then sending more people to hide here to kill the spirit gatherer of my clan. What a good plan … Unfortunately, you missed one thing!"
In the void, a figure was pulled by the long line formed by the sacrifice and flew over. He snorted coldly as he moved forward.
"It's Jiemo Luo!"
Recognizing him, Qiu Yuansheng's pupils constricted. "Scatter and run …"
This was a Demon General. Even if it was just a clone, his cultivation had surpassed the ninth level of Heritage and was comparable to a half-step Eternal Realm expert!
Once such a strong expert completely descended, there was only one path left for them … total annihilation! Therefore, they made a decision after just one glance.
Scatter and run. Every single one of them would survive!
"It's too late to think about leaving now!"
Jiemo Luo sneered and pressed his hand down. Surging Demonic Qi spread out and formed a huge light shield that froze the surrounding space.
An Eternal Realm expert could already use a part of the power of space. Although this clone had not reached this level, the original body was an Eternal Realm expert and could easily use a part of the power of space.
It was also because of this that he could advance above the river, avoid the spatial cracks in advance, and not be crushed into powder.
Blocked by the light shield, many of the Human Race experts were trapped in place, unable to escape. Jie Mo Luo landed and struck out with his palm again.
Boom!
Under the pressure of the huge Demonic Qi, blood flowed from the corners of everyone's mouths.
Even though they had emerged victorious in the previous battle, they had sustained significant injuries as well. Now that an expert whose strength far surpassed theirs had appeared, coupled with the cooperation of the other demons, there was no way they could stand against him at all!
"What did we miss out on?"
Knowing that it was impossible for them to escape, Qiu Yuansheng took a deep breath and looked ahead.
"The passageway!"
Knowing that there was still a long time before the river disappeared, Jiemo Luo was not in a hurry.
"Passageway?"
"That's right!"
Jiemo Luo nodded. "Logically speaking, even if I were to make a sacrifice and borrow the power of the river, my clone shouldn't have been able to reach this place. However … something happened six days ago. The entire Spirit Abyss shook, and cracks have appeared in the passageway. Furthermore, these cracks are growing larger and larger, so it won't be long before my main body arrives as well! If we miss out on this, our deaths will be inevitable! "
"Cracks? Why would there be cracks in the passageway? "
Qiu Yuansheng was stunned. He could not believe what he was hearing.
The Alliance of Sects of the Great Yan Prefecture had guarded the Great Dragon Mountain for more than ten thousand years, but the strongest expert of the Great Demon Tribe had never been able to advance beyond Heritage 9-dan due to the limitations of the spatial passageway!
Why would there be cracks in the passageway all of a sudden?
If what Jiemo Luo said was true, how could they possibly stand against an Eternal realm expert?
Without a Superior Spirit Vein, even the strongest expert of the Great Yan Prefecture would find it difficult to advance beyond Heritage 9-dan!
"I don't know either, but something must have happened in the Great Yan Prefecture!"
Jiemo Luo shook his head. "Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't say anything. As long as we kill all of you and enter the Dry Origin Continent, we'll know everything!"
Jiemo Luo could not be bothered to waste his breath, so he flicked his wrist, and a demonic artifact materialized in his hand.
It was a consummation axe.
Vigorous magic power gushed out and quickly poured into the axe. "Buzz!" The axe let out a resonant cry and chopped down on everyone.
"Block it!"
Qiu Yuansheng bellowed. Zhen Yuan rushed forward, and the crowd also channeled their remaining strength into the axe.
Bang!
Everyone was already at the end of their rope. How could they possibly block an expert who had surpassed Heritage 9-dan? Blood gushed out of their mouths.
"Don't panic. Seal the Zhen Yuan!" Jiemo Luo waved his hand.
"Don't kill them? General, humans are cunning. I'm afraid that there will be hidden dangers if I'm left alive … "One of the giant demons said anxiously.
"Isn't it too easy to just kill them?" Jiemo Luo snorted coldly. "Set up the sacrificial altar and sacrifice them. Use their lives to summon more experts!"
"Yes!"
The giant demons' eyes lit up.
With their sacrifice, one or two Eternal realm experts or Heritage 9-dan experts would be summoned. Even if they did not obtain the Spirit Vein this time, they would still win.
Compared to the stalemate, the appearance of even one powerful expert would be enough to change the situation.
With Jiemo Luo's help and the remaining giant demons, it did not take long for Qiu Yuansheng and the others to be sealed in Zhen Yuan. They could not use their cultivation.
"Damn it!"
Qiu Yuansheng and the others gritted their teeth. They did not expect to be sacrificed. Despite their anger, there was nothing they could do.
"Sacrifice them!"
Jiemo Luo chuckled softly. Just as he was about to execute a secret art, a doubtful voice suddenly sounded. "Who among you is a human?"
Turning around, he saw a tortoise slowly flying over from the sky not too far away. A hint of doubt could be seen in its eyes.
"A human? Why are you looking for a human? "
Jiemo Luo asked with a frown. He was unable to see through the other party's cultivation.
This was a place close to the Lingyuan River, where space could collapse at any moment. Without sufficient strength, one would not dare to approach it. The fact that the tortoise was able to get so close to it meant that it was not weak.
At the very least, it was at Zongshi realm!
"I want to save them …" Lao Mian pondered for a moment before explaining.
Jiemo Luo had appeared on the other side of the river as an afterimage. Furthermore, it had not fully sobered up due to the 'wine' it had drunk, so it did not recognize the other party.
"Save them?"
Jiemo Luo narrowed his eyes. "You don't know what's good for you …"
Before Jiemo Luo could finish his words, a massive axe suddenly tore through the air.
Knowing that the other party might be an expert from the human side, he did not hold back at all. He exerted the full might of his Half-Eternal realm cultivation, and a pitch-black tear immediately appeared in the sky.
Boom!
The axe struck the tortoise's back with a resounding boom.
Jiemo Luo felt a jolt in his arm, and he was forced to retreat several steps. He raised his axe once more, intending to continue his assault, only to realize that there were cracks on the surface of his consummation weapon. With a slight breeze, it shattered into several pieces.
"How is this possible?"
Jiemo Luo narrowed his eyes in astonishment.
He was a Half-Eternal realm expert. With a consummation Spirit weapon, even an ordinary Eternal realm 1-dan cultivator would be killed on the spot. Yet … there was not even a scratch on the tortoise's shell!
Where did this fellow come from? How could he be so powerful?
While Jiemo Luo was still in shock, he suddenly heard the other party muttering to himself, "Forget it, since I can't recognize him, I'll just take him away …"
Kacha! Kacha! Kacha!
Before Jiemo Luo could understand what the other party was saying, a bolt of lightning tore through space and struck him.
"I …" Jiemo Luo's vision darkened, and he fainted.
"We are humans …" Qiu Yuansheng shouted anxiously, but before he could finish his words, a bolt of lightning had already struck him.
Putong!
He fell backward, and in the instant that he hit the ground, he saw his companions falling in front of him as well.
The tortoise had really knocked out all of the humans and demons …
…
"Pavilion Master Fei, we can't hold on any longer …"
Several dozen meters away from the riverbank, Xuan Ye bellowed with a pale face.
"Retreat …" Fei Ting trembled for a moment before gritting his teeth.
They had already retreated several times, but the river was growing more and more violent. Even though they were already at the edge of the river, they were still unable to hold on any longer.
"If only I knew that entering the Winding River would cause such a huge commotion, I wouldn't have allowed Junior Uncle to take the risk …" Fei Ting lamented.
There was no way he could stand by and watch as his allies were slaughtered. However … if Junior Uncle were to lose his life because of this, the blame would be even greater!
"Let's retreat some more …"
Knowing that the river had already gone berserk, and given their cultivation, it was impossible for them to hold on any longer. Thus, Fei Ting could only lead the others back to the riverbank.
Panting heavily, Zhang Xuan finally felt that he had exhausted most of his energy.
In the past, he would only be able to hold on for an hour, but now, he only managed to hold on for ten minutes … This was enough to show just how violent the river was.
Looking at the others, he saw that they were in an even worse state. Xuan Ye and the others had sustained injuries of varying degrees.
In order to fend off the river and allow the spirit gatherers to gather spirit veins, they had paid a heavy price.
"How is it?"
After adjusting his breathing, Fei Ting turned to the elder with the highest cultivation among the spirit gatherers.
"We didn't have enough time. We only managed to gather three grade-1 spirit veins, five grade-2 spirit veins, and seventeen grade-3 spirit veins!" the elder replied helplessly.
He was the hall master of the Spirit Gathering Hall, Liang Zaixing!
"Three?"
Fei Ting sighed.
There were only ten Tier-1 Sects, and the royal family and the Eight Great Halls only had three grade-1 spirit veins. How were they going to split them?
Even though they would secretly store one or two spirit veins in the past, spirit veins were consumables, and even the Elder Hall didn't have too many of them!
In other words, even with the spirit veins left behind, it wasn't enough for so many factions to split equally …
"It's a lose-lose situation …"
Hall Master Xuan Ye smiled bitterly.
They had successfully caused the troll demons to lose everything, but they didn't manage to obtain much either. It was no different from a lose-lose situation.
"What should we do now? Should we wait for the river to calm down before gathering more spirit veins? "Liang Zaixing gritted his teeth.
"Forget it, safety is the most important. Furthermore, by the looks of it, the river is about to disappear. There's not enough time …"
Looking at the turbulent river, Fei Ting shook his head.
Every time the Spirit Abyss River appeared, there was a time limit. Usually, it would last for two hours. Of course, this was just an approximate range. It would decrease or increase according to the speed of the river.
The more rapid the river, the less time it would last. The calmer it was, the longer it would last.
At first, the river didn't seem to be much different from before. However, after Little Martial Uncle entered the depths of the river, it sped up. Normally, it would have lasted for an hour, but from the looks of it, it wouldn't be long before it disappeared.
Given the current situation, it would be too late even if they went in to collect it. Furthermore, it was so dangerous …
Hearing Hall Master Xuan Ye's words, the crowd fell silent.
They had planned for so long to ambush the troll demons so that they could monopolize the spirit veins for themselves. Yet, in the end, they only managed to obtain three of them. Just the thought of it left them stifled.
"May I know how Young Martial Uncle is doing? Did he manage to cross the river?"
After a moment of silence, Hall Master Nie Liaoyuan asked worriedly.
"I suspect that the sudden turbulence in the river has something to do with him forcefully crossing the river. I fear that he might be in danger!" Fei Ting revealed his worries.
The crowd nodded as they turned their gazes back to the river. As expected, the turbulent river was gradually calming down. At the same time, the mist was swiftly dissipating as well.
"It's about to disappear …"
With a grim expression, Fei Ting instructed, "Everyone, prepare yourselves. If Young Martial Uncle is injured, head over immediately to treat him! Anything can happen to anyone but him! "
"We understand …" The crowd nodded.
Hu!
Before Fei Ting could finish his words, the river suddenly jolted before vanishing from sight. It was as if fireworks in the night sky. A second ago, it was still dazzling, but in the next moment, it vanished without a trace.
"Hurry up and find him!"
Not bothering to cross the river to save Fei Gong, Xu Chong, and the others, Fei Ting bellowed as he hurriedly turned his gaze in the direction where the river had disappeared.
Without the river, all that was left was a vast riverbed that stretched as far as the eye could see.
After searching for a moment, they soon found a figure several hundred meters away from them. Behind him, a powerful surge of energy tore at the space around him, tearing it apart.
"It's Young Martial Uncle …"
Recognizing the silhouette, the crowd narrowed their eyes in shock.
That person was none other than the Young Martial Uncle of the Subjugation Immortal Sect.
The young man who used to be incomparably calm and confident no matter what he did was no longer an expert. Instead, he looked extremely wretched.
"What's chasing after him?"
An elder of the Alliance asked with a trembling body.
"It seems to be …" After confirming it several times, Liang Zaixing's voice quivered in disbelief. "More than a thousand … Grade-1 spirit veins!"
"Grade-1 spirit veins?"
"Grade-1 spirit veins?"
"More than a thousand?"
Everyone stood rooted to the ground, dumbfounded.
Was this for real?
Taking a closer look, they could see that the energy behind the young man harnessed concentrated spiritual energy. It was similar to the Grade-1 spirit veins in front of them, but there were simply too many of them!
"This …"
Everyone's eyes reddened, and they were on the verge of tears.
They had risked their lives and nearly died in the river, but they had only managed to gather three Grade-1 spirit veins. On the other hand, Young Martial Uncle had more than a thousand Grade-1 spirit veins chasing after him …
Did the disparity have to be so huge?
Why did he feel that it was so unbelievable?!
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