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

Yang Chen had never been one to back down from a fight. Noticing the menacing stares directed his way, he let out a cold sneer and declared, "What if I refuse?"

Ridiculous!

Was he really supposed to just hand over his hard-won prize without a fight? It was as if anyone could bend his stubborn will to their liking.

"Captain, Yang Chen hails from the Divine Night Sect and is still new to these parts—please overlook his lack of experience. No point in stooping to his level," Mo Wenfeng interjected with a forced smile.

Dismissing the meddlesome peacemaker entirely, Fu Xuanbing shot back icily, "Mo Wenfeng, drop your fake nice-guy routine. This doesn't concern you, and if you don't want to invite trouble, keep your mouth shut!"

Mo Wenfeng went quiet, his face flushing with awkwardness as he held his tongue.

Fu Xuanbing fixed Yang Chen with a fierce glare and snarled, "Fine, excellent. I admire your type—fresh from some protected bubble, charging ahead like reckless young bulls. Let's see how long that bravado lasts when you discover just how brutal this Ancient Divine Realm truly is, unlike the cushy world you knew before."

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

A host of formidable warriors trailed after Fu Xuanbing without hesitation.

Those left behind cast pitying glances toward Yang Chen. Though they weren't part of Fu Xuanbing's crew, they had no desire to cross him on account of Yang Chen, so they kept their distance.

Heng Ye departed alongside that very crowd.

Left standing were only Yang Chen and Mo Wenfeng, leaving Yang Chen baffled: "Mo, you shouldn't risk angering Fu Xuanbing just to stand by me."

"It's less about offending him outright. Fu Xuanbing and I were never buddies anyway, and his earlier barbs did rile me up. I might not be able to fight back much, but sticking by you, Brother Yang Chen—what can he possibly do? We're right by Earth Spirit Hall, where violence is strictly banned." Mo Wenfeng responded with a chilly tone.

Every Sky-separating Realm powerhouse carried their own sense of dignity. Mo Wenfeng simply hadn't dared to flaunt his in Fu Xuanbing's presence.

Observing Mo Wenfeng's demeanor, 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 the very least. He's earned himself six levels of merit, and while some Sky-separating Realm masters inside boast even higher merits, they tend to stay hidden. By contrast, Fu Xuanbing stands out as a key player with real influence around here—far beyond what I can challenge, especially with my measly three levels of merit." Mo Wenfeng shared with a resigned shrug.

Yang Chen pieced together a clearer picture of things from this revelation.

First off, origins didn't seem to carry much weight in the Ancient Divine Realm's domain. Back in the Taiyuan Star System, folks recognized him as a Divine Night Sect member, and that name alone, fame aside, could intimidate plenty.

Yet the Ancient Divine Realm operated differently.

This zone drew in warriors from across the Ten Thousand Realms of humanity, and while the Divine Night Sect had seeded various influences here, they still fell short in the grand scheme.

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 matter revolved around merit levels.

The gap between the Ancient Divine Realm's fringes and the Taiyuan Star System loomed large. After toiling for over three decades with relentless effort, he still couldn't bump his merit up to even the first level.

Here, though, he'd stumbled upon folks boasting six-level or three-level merits without breaking a sweat.

It stirred a pang of jealousy in him as he stacked himself against them.

Such a divide likely served to lure even stronger talents to the Ancient Divine Realm's borders and keep Taiyuan Star System factions from overly favoring their own ranks.

"Listen, my friend Yang Chen, I urge you not to cross Fu Xuanbing. He's got every right to his haughtiness, so if you can swallow it, better to do so. That Fantasy Horn you snagged today could prove invaluable later on. But clashing with Fu Xuanbing over it? Not worth the hassle," Mo Wenfeng counseled earnestly.

Yang Chen nodded, "Got it, I'll think on your words, Mo. Oh, and what's the deal with this Fantasy Horn anyway?"

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

Yet since Yang Chen wouldn't heed him, Mo Wenfeng felt helpless and proceeded to clarify, "The Fantasy Horn serves as evidence of Fan Tian's demise at your hands. Typically, turning in a horn from an average Flame Spirit Race Sky-separating Realm expert to Earth Spirit Hall nets you roughly 1,000 Jiyu Essence. But Fan Tian being a standout among them, his should fetch about 2,000."

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

"You call that impressive? Plenty of folks skip handing in Flame Spirit Race horns altogether and refine them on the spot, potentially boosting their grasp of Fire Laws," 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 admitted, his voice laced with complicated feelings.

Mo Wenfeng, witnessing Yang Chen's naivety, wondered if aiding him had been a wise choice after all.

He'd approached Yang Chen initially because slaying Fan Tian showcased real prowess. But now, it appeared Yang Chen's strength fell short of his initial assumptions.

With a helpless tone, Mo Wenfeng probed, "Brother Yang Chen, do you have any idea how much Jiyu Essence it takes to push my three-level merit up to four?"

"How much?" Yang Chen asked, genuinely confused.

"Twenty thousand Jiyu Essence! A single Fantasy Horn wouldn't even cover upgrading one merit level for me," Mo Wenfeng pointed out.

"So for Fu Xuanbing to go from six to seven levels, it'd demand way more?" Yang Chen blurted, taken aback.

"Absolutely, Fu Xuanbing requires 200,000 Jiyu Essence for his next merit boost—pocket change he wouldn't bat an eye at," Mo Wenfeng answered.

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

"Because he'd taken on a mission to wipe out these Flame Spirit folks, and Fan Tian's horn was essential for claiming the reward. Completing it could've netted him tens of thousands of Jiyu Essence, so missing out on that horn costs him far beyond its direct value," Mo Wenfeng elaborated.

Yang Chen rubbed his nose, grasping that the situation ran deeper than he'd realized.

Regret didn't enter the picture for him, though. Had Fu Xuanbing approached with courtesy and explained the Fantasy Horn's vital role in his plans, Yang Chen might have yielded.

But given Fu Xuanbing's overbearing manner, there was zero reason for Yang Chen to play nice or negotiate.

At this point, Yang Chen's intrigue toward Earth Spirit Hall deepened. From the insights he'd gathered, his prior grasp of merit in the Taiyuan Star System felt utterly narrow-minded, like a frog peering from the bottom of a well.