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

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

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

"Should you manage to locate Elder Wan's daughter, the Holy Maiden of the Flame Spirit Clan, Wan Qiuying, Elder Wan will reward you with 200,000 Jiyu Essences."

"200,000?"

Yang Chen found himself genuinely stunned.

He hadn't fully grasped the value of 200,000 Jiyu Essences, but based on his calculations, it would at least propel him from the sixth merit level to the seventh.

How could he possibly ignore such an opportunity?

"Who could have imagined a task like this existing? The daughter of the Spirit Fire Clan's Elder..." Yang Chen found himself rereading the description with keen attention.

Wan Tianyu's power had ascended to the pinnacle of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, establishing him as a Heavenly Fate Realm Expert boasting a top-tier tenth-level merit. In the Earth Spirit Hall, his status towered above many.

During the capture of the Spirit Fire World, he along with a handful of other mighty figures from the Spirit Fire Clan commanded 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 fleeing the Spirit Fire World, Wan Tianyu's daughter, the Holy Maiden of the Flame Spirit Clan, vanished without a trace. Wan Tianyu scoured everywhere for her, offering multiple bounties and even tossing in four extra Jiyu Essences as lures.

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

"Have humans not launched a major push to reclaim the Spirit Fire World? Do they still label it as a Level-3 Dangerous Zone? It appears humanity's forces are truly constrained, gaining little ground against the Alien Tribes." Yang Chen pondered inwardly.

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

To this day, the Spirit Fire World lacks a large number of formidable experts, yet humans remain inactive.

Still, such matters held no concern for Yang Chen.

"Level-4 Dangerous Zone, that's my pick."

Yang Chen settled on his choice, intending to heed Mo Wenfeng's suggestion and proceed to sign up.

Locating the signup spot proved simple. Yang Chen extended his spiritual sense, soon detecting a few imposing Deacon figures stationed nearby, managing diverse affairs.

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

Mo Wenfeng now traveled alongside Lu Tao. They had wrapped up their signup on the way back, and it looked like the Haiyuan Star issue was already resolved by them.

Spotting Yang Chen, Mo Wenfeng offered a respectful bow. "Brother Yang Chen, looks like you've picked your destination? Which star realm caught your eye?"

Yang Chen paused briefly, choosing not to conceal it, and answered honestly, "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 exceed anything you can picture," Mo Wenfeng warned.

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

The rest of the group also let out mocking chuckles. They were aware that their own quintet was bound for Haiyuan Star—a Level-4 dangerous zone—where they had to weigh every risk meticulously.

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

Mo Wenfeng let out a sigh. "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. He managed only, "I'm heading to that plane for a particular purpose, not out of arrogance. Your advice means a lot to me, Mo."

Lu Tao chuckled softly and remarked, "Mo, why bother with his mindset? It's clear he doesn't value your counsel. If he's dead set on it, let him proceed. After all, we're not the ones facing the fallout, hehe."

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

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

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

Yang Chen observed their exit and simply 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 individually, he'd face just a few at most, posing no real challenge.

Harboring this confidence, Yang Chen refrained from further debate or clarification. Once Mo Wenfeng and the others had gone, he made his way to the signup desk.

Even Sky-separating Realm Experts endured the wait in line, and Yang Chen followed suit, queuing up.

Though the delay wasn't excessive, 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 stated, "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 even the surrounding Sky-separating Realm Experts showed faint surprise. In the low-merit sub-hall, venturing into a Level-4 Dangerous Zone was uncommon, especially solo like Yang Chen.

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

"Yes, just me," Yang Chen confirmed.

The green-robed steward gave a scornful laugh. "You've got nerve, kid, tackling a Level-4 plane by yourself? Doesn't concern me, 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 promptly produced his token and passed it to the green-robed steward.

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

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

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

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

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

"What's this...?"

The steward possessed sharp insight, noting, "Seems like a horn from a Flame Spirit clansman? Hold on, this belongs to Fan Tian."