The Supreme Martial King Shocking All Realms Chapter 3301: 3296: Linglong Fairy_1
The Green-robe Steward stood frozen in utter shock, his words failing him as emotions surged uncontrollably. Moments later, he finally spoke, “Yan…Taoist Yang Chen, during your registration, was it only you?”
“Yes, that’s right.” Yang Chen replied.
The Green-robe Steward’s heart pounded even harder.
He might have been able to believe that the Gate of Life and Death, Unfounded Black Hole, and Calamity City had crumbled simultaneously.
Yet accepting that Yang Chen had accomplished all of it single-handedly seemed far too unbelievable.
Still, the records clearly showed only Yang Chen’s name at registration.
“Taoist Yang Chen… could it be that you overlooked mentioning your companions during signup? These folks with you must be your partners, correct? Even though it’s late for formal entry now, I can still assist with that.” The Green-robe Steward’s tone toward Yang Chen had shifted to warm politeness. Even if Yang Chen had achieved the feats alongside a group, such a squad would remain remarkably elite.
Yang Chen glanced back at Zhou Yiming and his companions, letting out a wry chuckle. Evidently, the Green-robe Steward had 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. Feel free to verify their features to confirm my rescues. I intend to trade them for Polar Space Essence.”
At these words, Lu Tao, Mo Wenfeng, and the others froze in disbelief.
Wh, what?
Yang Chen had actually pulled these people out of the Spirit Fire Realm himself?
And each one was a formidable Heaven-Separation Realm expert.
“How could that be? Did he truly rescue you all?” Lu Tao stammered, his voice quivering with astonishment.
Zhou Yiming clasped his hands behind his back and remarked, “What else? You think you lot pulled it off?”
“But… he’s only one guy…” The other cultivators echoed the same stunned reaction.
“Taoist Yang Chen possesses such overwhelming power that he can take on multiple foes solo. Nothing odd about it. Quantity doesn’t always guarantee success. Take your group as an example—what have the five of you managed?” The rescued Heaven-Separation cultivators sneered dismissively.
They had witnessed Lu Tao’s earlier disdain toward Yang Chen, and now, with an opening to mock him, they seized it without hesitation.
In their view, only Yang Chen earned their regard.
As for Lu Tao and his crew? Their presence barely registered as a threat. Against their own count of eight Heaven-Separation Realm survivors whom Yang Chen had freed, Lu Tao’s bunch posed no intimidation.
Stung by Zhou Yiming and the others’ barbs, Lu Tao seethed with rage. Yet, facing their superior numbers, he swallowed his fury for the moment.
More crucially, Yang Chen held the real weight here.
Everyone understood the immense challenge of extracting even a single Heaven-Separation Realm cultivator—far tougher than slaying one. The Polar Space Essence payout for such feats was substantial indeed.
Yang Chen’s revelation made the Green-robe Steward’s frame quiver faintly, beads of sweat trickling down his brow. He hurriedly retrieved a glowing orb tied to the Spirit Fire Realm.
That orb contained images of numerous elite cultivators extracted from the Spirit Fire Realm. A quick match-up would reveal the full story.
As the Green-robe Steward’s Divine Soul probed the orb, the findings rendered him utterly mute.
For every one of the eight most urgent rescue targets from the Spirit Fire Realm had been saved by Yang Chen. All eight Heaven-Separation cultivators now stood before him, without a single discrepancy.
“Taoist Yang Chen, I’m in awe of you. Truly in awe.” The Green-robe Steward shed his former casual demeanor, resorting only to lavish praise for Yang Chen.
He inwardly cursed his own lack of judgment from before. Initially, he had joined in belittling Yang Chen. Now, apologies and deference might not suffice to smooth things over or erase any lingering resentment.
“Impossible that he extracted so many alone. I refuse to accept it. Something’s off here. Steward Fu, we need a thorough probe.” Lu Tao clenched his jaw, his cheeks flushing hot with humiliation.
The Green-robe Steward shot back with contempt, “Lu Tao, is your head not working right? Who cares about any issues? Saving them is what counts, regardless of the approach. Even the vilest tactics would earn my respect if they worked. You couldn’t manage it—what right do you have to complain?”
Normally, the Green-robe Steward would avoid clashing with Lu Tao over someone like Yang Chen.
But circumstances had flipped entirely.
Catching the Green-robe Steward’s sharp shift, Lu Tao felt a chill, grasping that he had misread the gravity of the moment.
As the Steward pointed out, Yang Chen’s methods for the rescues were irrelevant. Success alone sufficed.
With a beaming smile, the Green-robe Steward stated evenly, “Taoist Yang Chen, shall we tally up your Polar Space Essence now?”
“No rush—I’ve got more items to handle. These are Ghost King Ghost Cores from the ones I defeated. Add them to the count. And these assorted goods, give them a once-over too. Then figure the overall Polar Space Essence total for me.” Yang Chen instructed.
With that, he produced another storage bag and passed it to the Green-robe Steward.
The Green-robe Steward had figured the drama concluded, yet surprises kept coming.
Upon unsealing the bag, his composure cracked at the sight of countless ghost cores. Dominating the haul were the plentiful Ghost King Ghost Cores, trailed by heaps of Boundless Stage Ghost Cores…
While Boundless Stage Ghost Cores fetched less value than Heaven-Separation ones, their sheer volume was undeniable.
“Taoist Yang Chen… this Polar Space Essence haul is overwhelming. I can’t process it solo. Let me fetch additional stewards to assist. Please hold on briefly.” The Green-robe Steward drew a sharp breath after a rough estimate, floored by the scale, before dashing off to summon aid.
With the Green-robe Steward departed, Yang Chen offered no further comment.
The Steward moved swiftly; mere moments after his exit—the span of a quick meal—a graceful woman in flowing silk robes approached from the distance.
Escorted by the Green-robe Steward, the woman drew lingering gazes from the Heaven-Separation cultivators throughout her path.
“That’s Fairy Ling Long, isn’t it?”
“I recall Fairy Ling Long oversees the Fourth-level Merit Hall. Why… why bring her all the way here…”
The Heaven-Separation cultivators clearly recognized Fairy Ling Long’s stature, which only amplified their bewilderment. To them, she represented an elite figure, untouchable in both might and position.
Her unexpected arrival signaled something extraordinary.
As the Green-robe Steward briefed Fairy Ling Long, her fine brows furrowed just a touch, betraying mild astonishment.
“If this holds true, then he truly warrants my regard. A single transaction yielding over one hundred thousand Polar Space Essence!” Fairy Ling Long murmured softly.