Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1932: Spending is also an art

Ye Zhongming let out a soft sigh. As for the downfall of the Changxu Water Race, his sympathy wasn't as total as it once was.

The mention of 'Bing Shengning' came about because this individual belonged to the Changxu Water Race.

He lived in the same time as the 101st generation Bronze Order Leader and counted as a close companion.

Previously, inside the shop, from the final revelations on the mask's interior that Ye Zhongming uncovered, the Bronze Order Leader detailed his betrayal of the Star-Eye Clan. Once he left those documents and inheritance, he guided the Bronze Team down the road of uprising.

In Ye Zhongming's present perspective, the motive behind rising against his own kind stemmed from deception by outsiders. They sketched a magnificent vision for the Bronze Order Leader, foretelling future developments, the shape of what was to come, and stressing the dire present conditions that demanded transformation.

Naturally, Ye Zhongming had no way to grasp the Bronze Order Leader's mindset back then— if he harbored mutinous thoughts beforehand or got wholly swayed by external forces. Still, one fact stood out undeniably: Bing Shengning stoked the fire throughout this affair.

This wasn't limited to just the Star-Eye Clan's Bronze Order Leader; the Changxu Water Race's member also convinced numerous folks from various races. They turned against their own groups to form a fresh coalition, aiming to claim dominance.

This group encompassed the inhabitants of Huo'er Star.

Ye Zhongming remained unaware of the Huo'er Star people's subsequent fate, yet he figured their effort likely ended in defeat too. Else, the ongoing harsh suppression inflicted on the Changxu Water Race by them would make no sense.

He recognized that Ye Zhongming had freshly come from his origin world and surely lacked deep knowledge of interstellar race histories, much less this name that carried a forbidden aura even among the Changxu Water Race and beyond.

Ye Zhongming sighed once more. Her face had already revealed the truth; Bing Shengning truly existed.

"Did he serve as the clan leader of the Changxu Water Race at some point?"

She battled to contain her surging feelings and gave a nod, though the look in her eyes warned Ye Zhongming that without satisfying her query, the present head of the Changxu Water Race wouldn't continue the talk.

"Give me a clear confirmation first, and then I'll share my intentions."

Ye Zhongming matched her resolve.

She balled her hands into fists and declared: "Indeed, he belonged to the Changxu Water Race, serving as clan leader for ages. But he stands as a betrayer to our people. He shoulders much of the blame for our clan's current plight. He antagonized too many, converting allies into foes aplenty!"

These statements basically outlined the core of the issue.

Ye Zhongming munched on his meal and held his tongue. He remained still nearby, patiently anticipating.

Once Ye Zhongming cleared his plate, she at last uttered: "Back in the day, your Sacred Sigils were capable of joint strikes, correct?"

She affirmed with a nod, eager for Ye Zhongming's next words.

"Yet the energy flow techniques, along with associated methods, have vanished over time, haven't they?"

"No, they weren't lost!"

She spat this out almost snarling. "He betrayed us! A fanatic for control! To extend his grip on power, he slaughtered every tribesman versed in that skill! That mighty power unique to the Changxu Water Race was to be wielded solely by him. True, it demanded immense difficulty, requiring top-tier aptitude and power to wield, but... it formed a key pillar for our standing amid the stars' peoples. Because of his greed, that power faded away when he vanished!"

"He vanished?"

"That's right, vanished. Once his wild scheme came to light, he fled tracelessly, dragging his foolish fantasy along, gone!"

"Abandoning us to fend for ourselves!"

Her tone shifted noticeably, revealing the depth of her bitterness, verging on loathing, for this Bing Shengning.

Ye Zhongming extended a hand to pat her shoulder, soothing her agitation. In the end, so much time had elapsed; Bing Shengning could hardly still breathe, so holding onto hate served no purpose. The pressing need lay in reviving the Changxu Water Race.

"I know a location that might hold the inheritance of your people's lost skill."

Midway through these words, she rose abruptly, cheeks burning crimson, frame quivering faintly as she fixed her gaze on Ye Zhongming, scrutinizing intensely for any hint of falsehood.

Yet she swiftly understood that the man she'd pledged loyalty to wouldn't mislead her. That skill was seldom brought up these days, and Ye Zhongming had no business knowing of it. Plus, he wasn't one for idle chatter.

"You, how on earth do you know of this, this affair?"

Ye Zhongming shook his head: "Don't pry. I can't reveal it. Plus, hold off on celebrating. I'm uncertain if that spot truly contains your missing skill."

"Still, it merits a visit from us, doesn't it?" Her voice quavered in saying so.

"Absolutely, it's worth the trip." Ye Zhongming rose, grabbed the tray, and while heading out, added: "We'll head there once the situation allows."

"However..." She wavered.

"In the rewards I chose, there's a set of superior specimen cultivation pods."

Ye Zhongming exited through the door, dropping those final words, while she stayed in the chamber, eyes misting over.

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After returning the tray, Ye Zhongming sensed that He had at last offered her full devotion this time.

The combined Sacred Sigil strike skill demanded not just the inheritance but also a scarce material to guide its practice and command. That element grew exceedingly rare and elusive nowadays. It found use mainly in crafting certain specialized devices. Easier-to-acquire goods holding traces of it included the high-grade specimen cultivation pods, whose vital parts incorporated it.

The catch was that extracting it would destroy the costly device entirely. Each aspiring Changxu Water Race practitioner of the joint Sacred Symbol assault needed no less than the amount in three such high-grade specimen cultivation pods. Mastering this demanded securing the legacy alongside substantial funds.

Ye Zhongming had unearthed a lead for their vanished signature technique and signaled willingness to supply the vital material. Such gestures could only cement He's loyalty.

She proceeded to the aircraft's core area. Ahead lay the cockpit, behind the command center. Cheng Liujin and his group clustered there now, including White Robe with wounds largely mended.

As Ye Zhongming entered, all eyes turned his way. White Robe bounded forward, slung an arm over his shoulder, and tugged him to the expansive meeting table.

"Lad, spill it fast—why pick so many pointless items in your prizes? Cheng Liujin and I added them up; heavens, more than a hundred thousand points! Moneyed or not, this is reckless spending! No explanation today, and back at the clan, we'll duel! I'll hold back my power, no shifting for you."

Cheng Liujin, Aslan, and even standout Jie Kui from the Novice zone, plus Helsky plainly siding with Ye Zhongming, all fixed sharp stares on him.

Their gazes held no awe for the top Novice, but the disdain for a lavish squanderer.