The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3301: 3296: Linglong Fairy_1
The Green-robed Steward stood there in utter shock, his words failing him as emotions surged uncontrollably. Moments later, he managed to speak, “Yan… Taoist Yang Chen, during registration, it was only you who signed up, correct?”
“Yes, that's correct,” Yang Chen answered.
The Green-robed Steward's heart shook even harder.
He might have been able to believe that the Gate of Life and Death, Unfounded Black Hole, and Calamity City had all fallen simultaneously.
Yet, the idea that Yang Chen accomplished every one of those feats single-handedly seemed far too unbelievable.
Still, the records showed clearly that only Yang Chen had registered.
“Taoist Yang Chen… could it be you overlooked mentioning your companions at registration? The folks nearby must be your partners, yes? Even though it's late for signing up now, I can assist with that.” The Green-robed Steward's demeanor toward Yang Chen grew far warmer. Should Yang Chen have finished the missions alongside a group, that squad would remain remarkably impressive.
Yang Chen glanced back at Zhou Yiming and his companions, chuckling in resignation. Apparently, the Green-robed Steward assumed Zhou Yiming and the rest were his allies.
He had no choice but to clarify: “You've got it wrong. These fellow Daoists are individuals I rescued from the Spirit Fire Realm. Verify their features to confirm my rescues. I'm exchanging them for Polar Space Essence as well.”
At these words, Lu Tao, Mo Wenfeng, and the others froze in disbelief.
What, what?
Yang Chen had actually pulled these people out of the Spirit Fire Realm?
And every one of them ranked as mighty Heaven-Separation Realm cultivators.
“That can't be real. Did he truly rescue all of you?” Lu Tao stammered briefly, his tone quivering a bit.
Zhou Yiming clasped his hands behind him and remarked, “Or perhaps you imagine you pulled them out yourself?”
“But, but he's only one man…” The remaining cultivators shared the same astonishment.
“Taoist Yang Chen possesses such overwhelming power that he rivals multiple foes on his own. That's hardly astonishing. More numbers don't always guarantee success. Take your group as an example—what good are five of you combined?” The fellow Heaven-Separation cultivators sneered.
They had observed Lu Tao's earlier conduct with Yang Chen, and with an opening to mock him now, they seized it without hesitation.
In truth, they held respect solely for Yang Chen in their gazes.
Lu Tao and his lot? Their presence barely registered any intimidating aura. Outnumbered by the eight Heaven-Separation Realm experts Yang Chen had liberated, why would they fear such a bunch?
Mocked by Zhou Yiming and company, Lu Tao burned with rage, though the sight of their superior count quelled his outburst momentarily.
Above all, Yang Chen held the true importance.
Everyone understood the immense challenge of extracting even a single Heaven-Separation Realm cultivator, tougher than slaying one outright. The Polar Space Essence payout loomed even larger.
Yang Chen's statement made the Green-robed Steward's frame quiver faintly, beads of cold sweat trickling down his brow. He proceeded to retrieve a light orb tied to the Spirit Fire Realm.
That orb contained images of numerous elite cultivators extracted from the Spirit Fire Realm. A quick scan and match would reveal the full story.
Once the Green-robed Steward's Divine Soul probed the light orb, the findings rendered him mute.
For all eight of the Spirit Fire Realm's most urgent rescue cases had been handled by Yang Chen without fail. Those exact eight Heaven-Separation cultivators now stood before him, every detail matching perfectly.
“Taoist Yang Chen, I truly admire you. I admire you deeply.” The Green-robed Steward shed his former dismissive stance, resorting only to praise for Yang Chen.
He inwardly cursed his earlier lack of insight. Initially, he had joined in belittling Yang Chen too. Presently, apologies and deferential service might not soothe Yang Chen or erase any lingering resentment.
“How could one man rescue so many? I refuse to accept it. Something's off here. Steward Fu, we need a full probe.” Lu Tao clenched his jaw, his cheeks flushing hot with shame.
The Green-robed Steward responded with disdain at this, “Lu Tao, has your mind gone dull? Even if foul play occurred, why fuss? Saving lives counts, regardless of tactics. I'd praise you for employing the vilest, most shameful tricks if they worked. You failed to rescue anyone—what right do you have to complain?”
Normally, the Green-robed Steward avoided berating or alienating Lu Tao over someone like Yang Chen.
Yet the circumstances had shifted dramatically.
Catching the Green-robed Steward's tone, Lu Tao felt a chill, grasping that he had misjudged the scenario entirely.
As the Green-robed Steward pointed out, Yang Chen's rescue methods held no relevance. Achievement alone sufficed.
Wearing a broad smile now, the Green-robed Steward spoke evenly, “Taoist Yang Chen, shall we tally your Polar Space Essence count at this time?”
“No rush—I've got additional items. Here are the Ghost King Ghost Cores from my kills; include them in the count. Plus these assorted goods—examine them too. Then figure my overall Polar Space Essence total.” Yang Chen stated.
With that, he produced a fresh storage bag and passed it over to the Green-robed Steward.
The Green-robed Steward figured the presentation had concluded earlier, yet surprises kept coming.
Opening the storage bag once more, he grew agitated at the sight of countless ghost cores. Standing out most were the abundance of Ghost King Ghost Cores, trailed by heaps of Boundless Stage Ghost Cores…
Boundless Stage Ghost Cores might not fetch the value of Heaven-Separation Realm equivalents, but their sheer volume proved undeniable.
“Taoist Yang Chen. This Polar Space Essence haul is enormous. I lack the capacity to process it alone. Let me summon fellow stewards to assist. Please hold on briefly.” The Green-robed Steward drew a sharp breath, ran a quick tally, and reeled in astonishment before hurrying off for reinforcements.
As the Green-robed Steward departed, Yang Chen offered no further comment.
The official worked swiftly. Mere moments after his exit—the span of a quick meal—a stunning lady in flowing silk attire approached from the distance.
Guided by the Green-robed Steward, the woman arrived, drawing unwavering gazes from numerous Heaven-Separation cultivators throughout her path.
“Isn't that Fairy Ling Long?”
“I recall Fairy Ling Long oversees the Fourth-level Merit Hall. Why… why bring her to this spot…”
Countless Heaven-Separation cultivators recognized Fairy Ling Long's standing right away. That very recognition fueled their bewilderment. To them, she embodied an elite figure, her power and position far above their grasp.
Her sudden presence signaled that major events were unfolding.
While the Green-robed Steward briefed Fairy Ling Long, her fine brows furrowed just a touch, betraying mild astonishment.
“Should this prove accurate, he warrants my full regard. Accumulating over one hundred thousand Polar Space Essence all at once!” Fairy Ling Long murmured softly.