Before Su Chen could speak, he heard a clang as the door opened, and a black shadow vanished like lightning at the doorway.
"See, I wasn’t wrong, was I?"
Zhao Tianjing seemed to understand, nodding his head with a goofy smile on his face, "I didn’t expect that not only did you master great swordsmanship at such a young age, but your mind is also quite sharp."
"Haha, I’m leaving, Zhao Tianjing, goodbye~" Su Chen suddenly turned around, his back looking unusually carefree.
Zhao Tianjing suddenly called out, then ran a few steps to a large furnace, looking at the blazing flames, and suddenly reached his hand inside!
"What are you doing?"
Su Chen couldn’t help but exclaim.
Zhao Tianjing fumbled around and then flashed a smug smile on his face, "Hehe, I really found it..."
He was holding a black horn covered in ashes, smiling at Su Chen, "This is the Golden Bull Horn, originally a fifth-level Spirit Beast. After it died, someone cut it off and used it as a reward for passing the second test."
Zhao Tianjing blew hard on the ashes, revealing a golden tip of the horn, "Although it seems quite valuable, I’ve always used it as firewood, throwing it in the furnace to burn. Strangely, despite burning for so long, it hasn’t melted, hehe..."
He tossed the horn to Su Chen, who caught it, and a smile appeared on his face, "Thanks~" Zhao Tianjing returned the smile, then stood there watching Su Chen until his figure disappeared completely, before shaking his head and sighing, "This kid, if only he were my son. Maybe we could drink together..."
Following the original path, Su Chen returned to the first floor but didn’t see Ghost Howl guarding there, so he made his way to the giant tower’s gate. When the two guards saw him, there was a distinct hint of fear in their eyes.
But Su Chen looked straight ahead, as he saw the usually merciless Ghost Howl standing respectfully in front of a ghost-faced elder in a black robe...
Su Chen walked toward Ghost Howl and the ghost-faced elder, pondering silently if he might be the "Faceless Saint Monarch" "Ghost Howl, is he Su Chen?"
The ghost-faced elder’s voice was hoarse, carrying a chilling undertone.
Ghost Howl nodded and respectfully said, "Yes, Faceless Elder."
The elder looked through the two holes in the ghost mask, clearly seeing Su Chen’s fearless face, and nodded slightly, "Indeed, there’s a different aura about you. However, our Blood Sect has no use for those who are soft-hearted toward their enemies."
Ghost Howl glanced at Su Chen, signaling for him to explain himself. Unafraid, Su Chen’s gaze was fearless as he said, "If victory can be achieved without fighting, why take the risk of getting hurt or dying in a desperate struggle?"
The ghost-faced elder let out a sound of surprise, looked into Su Chen’s eyes, which suddenly emitted a chilling light. Ghost Howl gave Su Chen a cold glare, but it was completely ignored.
After a moment, the ghost-faced elder saw that Su Chen still showed no fear and nodded, "Indeed, you have some courage, but do you think that coincidentally defeating Zhao Tianjing means you have the strength to pass the second test?"
Su Chen frowned, secretly guessing the Faceless Elder’s intentions.
Belittle him, to prevent him from becoming arrogant after passing? That’s not how people of the Blood Sect behave, especially not an old monster capable of setting up a super barrier that several Beast Demon powerhouses couldn’t break. Is it to show the senior’s authority and temper their sharpness? Possibly, but anyone with outstanding strength tends to have this kind of pathological mindset.