The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3279 - 3274: Rewards of Fan Tian’s Fantasy Horn_1

Yang Chen was never one to avoid a confrontation. Noticing the menacing glares directed his way, he let out a scoff and declared, "What if I refuse?"

Ridiculous!

Was he supposed to surrender his hard-won prize without a fight? As though his fiery disposition could be shaped so effortlessly.

"Captain, Yang Chen hails from the Divine Night Sect and is still unfamiliar with these parts—please overlook his lack of knowledge. No reason to stoop to his level," Mo Wenfeng remarked with a forced grin.

Brushing off the would-be mediator, Fu Xuanbing shot back icily, "Mo Wenfeng, drop your pretense of being the nice guy. This doesn't concern you, and if you value peace, keep your mouth shut!"

Mo Wenfeng flushed with discomfort and held his tongue thereafter.

Fu Xuanbing fixed Yang Chen with a harsh stare and growled, "Excellent, truly excellent. I admire your type—fresh from some protected haven, charging ahead like bold young bulls. Let's see how long that bravado lasts when you grasp the brutal reality of the Ancient Divine Realm versus your sheltered past."

With that, Fu Xuanbing commanded, "Move out."

A host of formidable figures trailed after Fu Xuanbing without delay.

Those left behind cast pitying glances at Yang Chen. Though not aligned with Fu Xuanbing, they had no desire to cross him on this newcomer's account, so they kept their distance.

Heng Ye departed alongside that crowd as well.

Left standing were just Yang Chen and Mo Wenfeng, leaving Yang Chen baffled: "Mo, you shouldn't risk angering Fu Xuanbing on my behalf."

"It's less about offending him outright. Fu Xuanbing and I were never allies, and his earlier barbs truly irked me. I can't challenge him directly, but sticking by you, Brother Yang Chen—what's he going to do? We're right by Earth Spirit Hall, where violence is strictly prohibited." Mo Wenfeng responded with a chill in his voice.

These Sky-separating Realm powerhouses each carried their own sense of dignity. Mo Wenfeng simply restrained it in Fu Xuanbing's presence.

Observing Mo Wenfeng's stance, Yang Chen inquired gently, "Who exactly is this Fu Xuanbing?"

"Fu Xuanbing's a veteran of the Ancient Divine Realm, battling here for millions of years at minimum. He's earned six levels of merit, and while some Sky-separating Realm masters inside boast even greater merits, they're all shadowy figures. By contrast, Fu Xuanbing stands out prominently and commands real influence here—far beyond what I, with my mere three levels of merit, can challenge." Mo Wenfeng described with a resigned tone.

Yang Chen's grasp of the circumstances sharpened after this revelation.

First off, origins didn't carry much weight in this corner of the Ancient Divine Realm. Back in the Taiyuan Star System, folks recognized him as from the Divine Night Sect, and even without his personal renown, that sect's name alone scared off plenty.

Yet things played out differently in the Ancient Divine Realm.

This zone drew in warriors from the vast Ten Thousand Realms of humanity, and though the Divine Night Sect had seeded numerous influences here, they remained overshadowed.

Naturally, Divine Night Sect disciples ought to hold some advantages in the Ancient Divine Realm, or else the prestige of the Three Great Factions would ring hollow.

Still, with his current power and merit, Yang Chen couldn't tap into those perks just yet.

The next point revolved around merit levels.

The gap between the Ancient Divine Realm's outskirts and the Taiyuan Star System loomed large. He'd toiled relentlessly for over three decades there, yet failed to push his merit even to the first level.

Here, though, he bumped into folks boasting six-level or three-level merits without effort.

This contrast stirred a pang of jealousy in him.

Such a divide likely served to lure top talents to the Ancient Divine Realm's fringes and stop Taiyuan Star System factions from overly favoring their own ranks.

"My friend Yang Chen, I urge you—don't clash with Fu Xuanbing. He's got every right to his arrogance, so if you can swallow it, do so. That Fantasy Horn you snagged today could prove invaluable later on. But crossing Fu Xuanbing for it? Not worth the hassle," Mo Wenfeng counseled earnestly.

Yang Chen answered, "Mm, I'll weigh your words, Mo. Oh, and what's the purpose of this Fantasy Horn?"

Noting how Yang Chen brushed off his warning, Mo Wenfeng sighed to himself. The young man clearly didn't appreciate genuine concern.

Yet with Yang Chen unwilling to heed him, Mo Wenfeng had no choice but to elaborate: "The Fantasy Horn serves as evidence of Fan Tian's demise at your hands. Typically, submitting an average Flame Spirit Race Sky-separating Realm expert's horn to Earth Spirit Hall yields roughly 1,000 Jiyu Essence. But Fan Tian, being a standout among his kind, should net you about 2,000."

"2,000? That's quite the haul?" Yang Chen exclaimed in astonishment.

"You call that impressive? Plenty of cultivators skip turning in Flame Spirit Race horns and refine them on the spot, potentially boosting their Fire Laws comprehension," Mo Wenfeng chuckled.

"Isn't it? I've hustled across the Taiyuan Star System for years and barely scraped together 1,000 Jiyu Essence," Yang Chen shared, his feelings a whirlwind.

Witnessing Yang Chen's naivety, Mo Wenfeng wondered if aiding him had been wise or foolish.

His initial chat with Yang Chen stemmed from the feat of slaying Fan Tian, hinting at real prowess. But now, Yang Chen appeared less formidable than assumed.

Mo Wenfeng questioned wearily, "Brother Yang Chen, do you realize how much Jiyu Essence it takes to elevate my three-level merit to four?"

"How much?" Yang Chen queried, confused.

"Twenty thousand Jiyu Essence! A single Fantasy Horn won't even nudge my merit up by one level," Mo Wenfeng affirmed.

"So for Fu Xuanbing to jump from six to seven levels, it'd demand even more?" Yang Chen blurted, dazed.

"Naturally—Fu Xuanbing requires 200,000 Jiyu Essence for his next upgrade, a sum he'd barely notice," Mo Wenfeng confirmed.

Perplexed, Yang Chen pressed, "Then why was he so fixated on taking down Fan Tian?"

"Because the mission he took on demanded wiping out these Flame Spirit folk, and Fan Tian's horn was key to fulfilling it. Completing that task could've earned him tens of thousands of Jiyu Essence, so forfeiting the Fantasy Horn costs him far beyond its face value," Mo Wenfeng clarified.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, sensing the situation's deeper layers than he'd first grasped.

Regret didn't touch him, though. Had Fu Xuanbing approached with courtesy and explained the Fantasy Horn's vital role, Yang Chen might have yielded.

But given Fu Xuanbing's demeanor, no call for Yang Chen to play nice or negotiate.

Now, intrigue about Earth Spirit Hall swelled in Yang Chen. From his gathered insights, his prior notions of merit back in the Taiyuan Star System felt like a shallow pond's view.