The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3285: 3280: Special Task_1

Yet, right at that instant, a look of astonishment appeared on Yang Chen's face as he let out a quiet exclamation.

"Special Task, released by the Elder of the Spirit Fire Clan, Wan Tianyu."

"Locate Elder Wan's daughter, the Holy Maiden of the Flame Spirit Clan, Wan Qiuying, and earn 200,000 Jiyu Essences from Elder Wan."

"200,000?"

Yang Chen felt genuinely shocked.

Though he wasn't entirely clear on what 200,000 Jiyu Essences meant, his rough calculation suggested it could propel him from the sixth merit level to the seventh at minimum.

How could he possibly ignore such an opportunity?

"Who could have imagined a task like this? The daughter of the Spirit Fire Clan's Elder..." Yang Chen muttered, reviewing the description once more with keen attention.

Wan Tianyu possessed power at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, standing as a Heavenly Fate Realm Expert with a top-tier tenth-level merit. In the Earth Spirit Hall, his status was exceptionally prestigious.

During the capture of the Spirit Fire World, he along with a handful of other formidable Spirit Fire Clan powerhouses governed the realm. But after an intense clash, Wan Tianyu and his fellow clansmen were forced to withdraw, leaving the Spirit Fire World in the Netherworld's grasp.

While escaping the Spirit Fire World, Wan Tianyu's daughter, the Holy Maiden of the Flame Spirit Clan, vanished without a trace. Wan Tianyu scoured desperately for her, offering multiple rewards and even tossing in four extra Jiyu Essences to lure helpers.

Regrettably, all efforts to locate his daughter had yielded nothing.

"Have humans not launched a major push to reclaim the Spirit Fire World? They still label it as a Level-3 Dangerous Zone? It appears human forces are truly constrained, holding little ground against the Alien Tribes in their clashes." Yang Chen pondered inwardly.

If they held the upper hand, they wouldn't delay dispatching forces to seize back their domain.

To this day, mighty experts in the Spirit Fire World remain scarce, yet humans hold back from action.

Still, such matters didn't concern Yang Chen.

"Level-4 Dangerous Zone, that's the one for me."

Yang Chen resolved to act, intending to heed Mo Wenfeng's counsel by heading to register.

Locating the registration spot proved simple. Yang Chen extended his spiritual consciousness, soon detecting a few imposing Deacon figures stationed there, managing assorted affairs.

But as he rose to his feet, he noticed Mo Wenfeng, Lu Tao, and their group approaching from nearby.

Mo Wenfeng now traveled alongside Lu Tao. They'd just wrapped up their registration upon returning, and evidently, the Haiyuan Star issue had been resolved by them.

Spotting Yang Chen, Mo Wenfeng bowed respectfully, "Brother Yang Chen, looks like you've picked your destination? Curious which star realm caught your eye?"

Yang Chen paused briefly, choosing not to conceal it, and answered honestly, "I've selected the Spirit Fire World."

"What? The Spirit Fire World? Brother Yang Chen, why opt for a Level-4 Dangerous Spirit Fire World? The perils of that realm surpass what you might envision," Mo Wenfeng warned.

Lu Tao snorted derisively, "Drop it, it's not your concern. He's likely just another naive newcomer chasing Elder Wan's special task. Plenty of fresh faces get lured by the massive Jiyu Essence payout, fantasizing about instant fame, oblivious to how the world truly works."

The rest chuckled mockingly too. They were aware the five were bound for Haiyuan Star—a Level-4 dangerous zone—where they'd meticulously weighed every risk.

Yang Chen's immediate pick of a Level-4 zone cast them in an unfavorable light.

Mo Wenfeng exhaled deeply, "Brother Yang Chen, didn't I warn you? How come you didn't heed my advice..."

Yang Chen recognized Mo Wenfeng's good intentions and struggled for a reply. In the end, he stated, "I'm heading to this plane for a particular purpose, not out of arrogance. Your guidance means a lot to me, Mo."

Lu Tao chuckled softly and remarked, "Mo, why fuss over his mindset? It's obvious he dismisses your advice. If he's dead set on it, let him proceed. After all, we'll not bear the fallout, hehe."

Mo Wenfeng felt powerless. With Yang Chen ignoring his counsel, he had no choice but to step back.

"Fine, Brother Yang Chen, stay safe." With that, Mo Wenfeng pivoted and departed.

The others eyed Yang Chen as though deeming him overly bold and departed with a dismissive flick of their sleeves.

Yang Chen observed their exit and merely shrugged.

His assurance stemmed from his deep familiarity with the plane.

Only about a dozen Ghost King Experts lurked there...

Should he cross paths with them solo, he'd face just a few at most, posing no real challenge to him.

Harboring this conviction, Yang Chen refrained from further explanation or delay. Once Mo Wenfeng and the group were gone, he made for the registration zone.

Even Sky-separating Realm Experts queued patiently, and Yang Chen followed suit, lining up.

Though the wait wasn't endless, after a couple of double-hours, it was finally Yang Chen's turn.

Numerous stewards manned the area, and the registrar was a white-haired elder in a green robe. He regarded Yang Chen steadily and uttered, "State your business promptly if you have any."

"Register," Yang Chen responded.

"Which plane?" the green-robed steward inquired.

"Spirit Fire World," Yang Chen answered.

The green-robed steward narrowed his gaze, and nearby Sky-separating Realm Experts showed faint surprise. In the low-merit sub-hall, venturing to a Level-4 Dangerous Zone was uncommon, especially solo like Yang Chen.

"Solo?" the green-robed steward queried, astonished.

"Yes, solo," Yang Chen confirmed.

The green-robed steward smirked disdainfully, "You've got nerve, kid, tackling a Level-4 plane by yourself? Not my problem, though. Hand over your token."

Many viewed Yang Chen's solo venture as suicidal, but the green-robed steward remained indifferent. He skipped further chatter.

Yang Chen swiftly produced his token and passed it to the green-robed steward.

The green-robed steward promptly pressed the token against an Array Plate, apparently finalizing the registration.

Simultaneously, his scornful chuckle grew louder. Clearly, he'd accessed the token's details and discovered Yang Chen's merit sat at zero level.

A novice charging into a Level-4 Dangerous Zone? Absurd.

"Done, registration finished," the green-robed steward stated flatly, handing back Yang Chen's token.

"I'd like to turn in this Horn of the Foreign Race too. Kindly verify it," Yang Chen added.

"What's this...?"

The steward appeared perceptive, noting, "This resembles a Flame Spirit clansman's horn? Hold on, it's Fan Tian's horn."