Su Mulan noticed how Ye Youlong’s face was glowing today, completely different from her gloominess yesterday, and instantly realized that Ye Youlong and Xiao Zhan must have made up.
It looked like her talk with Liu Xin yesterday was effective.
"Could you help me ask where that soil auctioned off yesterday came from?" Xiao Zhan immediately cut to the chase.
"That soil? What do you want with that soil? It’s just slightly unusual soil."
"Just tell me if there’s any more of it, or where it came from, that’ll be enough."
After regularly sharing a quilt with Ye Youlong, Xiao Zhan got used to Ye Youlong’s way of speaking—straight to the point and not fond of wasting words on communication.
Su Mulan pouted, what an unpleasant tone.
But still, she said, "That soil came from a new secret realm. As for whether there is any left, I’m not sure, but there’s a good chance there is."
"Where is this secret realm located?"
"Why are you asking this? Don’t tell me you want to go to that secret realm?"
"Just answer the question," said Xiao Zhan, feeling speechless. Always with an extra question.
Su Mulan was speechless too, such a bad attitude.
"It’s outside the Longxia Federation border. You can’t enter—it’s not allowed anymore. The initial exploration is complete, and we’re no longer allowing anyone in."
Xiao Zhan probably knew the process—it was an external secret realm, but since the Longxia Federation was involved, it was likely the same process as the previous Zhanlong Secret Realm.
Xiao Zhan said and then promptly left with Ye Youlong.
"You’re leaving just like that?" Su Mulan wanted to keep Ye Youlong around for a while longer.
She had so much more to say to Ye Youlong.
But Xiao Zhan didn’t give her the chance, "Thank you for your hospitality, goodbye."
Saying so, his figure disappeared before her.
Su Mulan could only huff in frustration.
After leaving Haolong Villa, Xiao Zhan stood at the crossroads.
He asked, "Do we head back to the Ye Family or continue with the plan?"
Back to the Ye Family.
There was nothing much; just to inquire about Ye Wudi and the Death Aura.
But Xiao Zhan knew that there was no need to ask—Ye Wudi certainly had no solution.
The reason was simple.
Neither Ye Wudi, Ye Anu, nor Ye Ajian had contracted a Death Attribute Artifact Spirit.
Ye Ajian could be an exception.
Neither Ye Wudi nor Ye Anu had contracts; evidently, Ye Wudi was aware of the side effects of the Death Attribute.
And he had never mentioned it to Xiao Zhan from the beginning to the end, which implied he didn’t have a solution.
So, going back to ask was unnecessary.
Ye Youlong knew this too, shaking her head, "Let’s stick to the plan, there isn’t much point in going back."
Xiao Zhan then took out his communicator, about to call Qin Wanfeng when coincidentally, Qin Wanfeng called him first.
"Kid, still honeymooning?"
"Just get to the point."
The vestiges of the ancient year liked to exchange pleasantries before getting down to business.
"You’re clearly not cut out to be an official," Qin Wanfeng teased, then continued, "Your reward is here—a banner and a thousand Federation dollars."
"Dang, just a thousand?" Xiao Zhan was speechless.
That was indeed stingy.
"What else did you expect? With your current strength, there’s nothing much I can offer you."
Qin Wanfeng didn’t realize until he investigated just how terrifying Xiao Zhan’s strength had become, capable of slaying a Sixth Grade Spirit Master.
I’m no match for him now.
How many years has it even been?
"So if you can’t offer anything better, just don’t give anything? Even mosquito meat is meat, and a bike is still a bike," Xiao Zhan retorted.
Always the consistent approach.
Qin Wanfeng laughed heartily, "With such a beautiful and wealthy wife, why would you care about mosquito meat or a bike? Isn’t four-wheel drive more appealing?"
After that, he continued, "Don’t worry, you’ll get what’s due to you. I’m keeping tab of this, and you’ll get it all settled together later on."
"There is one now, are you up for it?"
Xiao Zhan guessed it was probably related to that new secret realm, "Let’s hear it."
Qin Wanfeng immediately cleared his throat, "Recently, a new secret realm appeared to the west outside our border. After initial exploration, it’s confirmed to be an extremely rare super-benefit realm, filled with high-grade rare resources."
"Such realms only appeared during the early phase of the anomaly, and never since. The emergence of such realms can often fast-track a Federation’s rise in power."
"Usually, we’d select First Grade Spirit Masters to participate in determining the ownership of the realm. But due to the rarity of this realm, the rules have been redefined. Now, competitors must be under thirty-five; each Federation sends three teams, scored through combat, and casualties are not allowed."
Hearing this, Xiao Zhan understood.
"So, you want me to enter this competition?"
"Yes. Although you’re young, in terms of strength, I think you’re the most suitable," Qin Wanfeng nodded, then added, "Thirty-five years old means Seventh Grade Sovereigns are excluded. Among those below Seventh Grade, no one should be your match now."
Qin Wanfeng had absolute confidence in Xiao Zhan.
The other Federations thought by choosing middle-tier participants, they could surpass the Longxia Federation, but they never imagined the Longxia Federation would produce such a freak.
"What’s in it for me?" Xiao Zhan asked.
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"Kid, you’re already so rich, yet you’re always after benefits. I don’t know what else to offer you, tell me, what do you want?"
Xiao Zhan did not hold back, "After claiming ownership, I want the first pick in the secret realm."
"The first pick? No way," Qin Wanfeng refuse adamantly, "With your space skills, a ’first pick’ means everything would be gone. By the way, did you hoard all the good stuff from the Zhanlong Secret Realm last time? How come the Spiritual Medicine and Spirit Fruits that followed were all substandard?"
"Don’t worry, I won’t take much, just what’s useful to me," Xiao Zhan dodged the question, focusing on a lesser issue.
"No, you’re too cunning. What isn’t useful to you? Even as fruits, they’d be useful to you."
"I’m serious this time, I’ll only take what’s necessary, nothing more. If you don’t trust me, I can’t help it."