"Doesn't he owe you three favors?" Hearing Chu Hongshan's concern, Ye Feng asked back, puzzled. He felt that with those three favors from Chu Hongshan, the other party definitely wouldn't dare come seeking revenge.
"Ai!" Chu Hongshan sighed and shook his head. "If we weren't enemies, those three favors might still work. But since we are enemies, that Shi Chenfeng definitely won't acknowledge those three favors. He and that Zhang Shufeng are cut from the same cloth – neither is any good!" Now that his favors were useless, Chu Hongshan knew that to confront Shi Chenfeng, they would have to rely on that terrifying madman accompanying Ye Feng.
"Ding! Mission issued: Host, please lead ten thousand members of the Reserve Prodigal Guard squad to exterminate the Black Demon Cult. Mission Success Reward: 300,000 Prodigal Points. Mission Failure Penalty: Deduction of 300,000 Prodigal Points. Can be refused!"
Just then, the System's prompt suddenly sounded in Ye Feng's mind.
"Reserve Prodigal Guard squad?" Ye Feng recalled. "Right, I forgot to ask. The first time, that golden-armored guard said there were thousands upon thousands of Prodigal Guards, but that one-armed madman said there are currently only ten. What's the situation?" Remembering this confusion, Ye Feng directly questioned the System.
"Ding! Because the golden-armored guard is just one among thousands upon thousands of members of the Reserve Prodigal Guard squad. The golden armor is the symbol of their status. Only when they can shed the golden armor do they become true, official members of the Prodigal Guard squad!"
Damn! Hearing the System's explanation, Ye Feng could only use "Damn!" to express his current feelings. So, the ones the one-armed madman said needed to go through layers of assessment were actually the thousands upon thousands of Reserve members clad in golden armor!
"System, that still doesn't seem right. When I encounter danger, shouldn't an official Prodigal Guard member come?" Ye Feng asked again. "Why was it a Reserve golden-armored robust man the first time?"
"Ding! When the Host encounters danger, the System will randomly select a guard. Anyway, in this weak Xuan Tian Continent, even a Reserve member arriving constitutes a Dimensionality Reduction Strike (Curb Stomp)!"
Heh heh! System, you really know how to play! Hearing the System's explanation, Ye Feng was speechless. But he really wanted to shout, Can you freaking respect me, the Host, a little?! I'm encountering danger, and you're over there randomly calling for backup?!
"Giving the Purple Nether Profound Clothing to Luo Qianxue earned me 500,000 Prodigal Points. My current total is 618,210 points. If I get these 300,000 more, over 900,000 points will be enough for me to break through to the Ninth Layer Peak of the Divine Repository Realm."
"However," Ye Feng pondered, "how strong is this Black Demon Cult that it requires me to lead ten thousand Reserve Golden-Armored Guards to exterminate it?" He became greatly interested in this Black Demon Cult.
"Ding! Please do not overthink, Host. It is simply to let ten thousand Reserve Golden-Armored Guards out for some fresh air."
Uh! Hearing this, dark lines instantly appeared on Ye Feng's face again. You really are a good boss, actually thinking about letting your employees out for some fresh air!
"But I have to participate in the Secret Realm Sect Competition in seven days! That's also a mission! There isn't enough time!" Ye Feng realized the time crunch.
"Ding! Host can have Chu Hongshan take you to the Black Demon Cult. Seven days is sufficient. After exterminating the Black Demon Cult, a Golden-Armored Guard can tear space and send you directly into the Secret Realm Space of the Sect Competition."
Directly into the Secret Realm Space? Does that mean no one will know how I entered? If I can manage to snatch all the Cultivation Resources inside the Secret Realm Space and then destroy most of them, won't that trigger a wave of prodigal behavior? Then, just leave a tiny, tiny bit for one person, and won't I be second? Not just me, everyone else would freaking be second too!
(Various Sect Disciples: Be prodigal if you want, but don't freaking use our stuff to be prodigal! Are you even human?)
"Wife," Ye Feng began, turning to Luo Qianxue, "I want to go out with Elder Chu to handle some business, do you think..."
Swish! Before Ye Feng could finish, Luo Qianxue retrieved her snow-white Long Sword from her Space Ring and placed it directly against her own neck! Glaring at Ye Feng, she warned, "Say that one more time, try it!"
You can play it like that too?! Seeing Luo Qianxue's maneuver, everyone else was momentarily stunned!
"As expected of an Upper Realm Saintess! Such awesome counter-play!" Ye Feng marveled inwardly. He truly hadn't expected her to pull such a move!
"Master," Ye Feng quickly corrected himself, "I want to go out with Elder Chu to handle some..."
Before Ye Feng could finish, Luo Qianxue interrupted again, "Approved!"
Approved what? I didn't even say what I was going to do! As a Master, shouldn't you at least show some concern for your disciple?!
"Master," Ye Feng pressed, unreconciled, "no matter what, I'm still your Direct Disciple! If your disciple goes out, aren't you worried something unexpected might happen?"
"Why should a junior like me worry when Grandmaster goes out on business?" Luo Qianxue replied, looking playfully at Ye Feng.
Hearing this, Ye Feng could only smile wryly. He had just used that status to pressure her earlier, who knew she'd turn the tables on him so quickly.
...
Ten minutes later.
After leaving one hundred thousand Marrow Cleansing Pills for each person, Ye Feng had Chu Hongshan take him away from the sect.
"What the hell!" The disciples complained at the gate, watching the two soar away. "Why not make it a round number for such magical pills? Does this mean the three hundred or so we ate earlier were all for nothing?" With tears in their eyes, they put the Space Rings containing the hundred thousand Marrow Cleansing Pills onto their hands. For the foreseeable future, they wouldn't need to eat anything else; just eat shit... no, pills!
...
"Ye Feng, where are we going?" Sitting on an Iron Plate Spirit Tool etched with complex patterns, Chu Hongshan asked curiously.
"Elder Chu, what is this thing?" Ye Feng ignored Chu Hongshan's question, his attention completely captured by the two-meter-long, two-meter-wide iron plate beneath them. If not for the various incomprehensible, complex patterns on it, it would just be an iron plate. But now it could fly? How could Ye Feng not be interested?
"This is just a Flying Spirit Tool," Chu Hongshan explained. "As long as there are enough Spirit Stones, this Flying Spirit Tool can fly continuously. Most Body Cultivators will get a Flying Spirit Tool, and even many Dao Cultivators have them too. After all, it doesn't consume one's own Spiritual Power, though it does consume quite a few Spirit Stones. The more powerful the Flying Spirit Tool, the more Spirit Stones it consumes every minute and second, depending on the speed."
Hearing this, Ye Feng became instantly excited. Wasn't this exactly what he lacked?! If he had a Flying Spirit Tool, who the hell would still learn to use a Flying Sword? Wouldn't lying down on a Flying Spirit Tool while traveling be much more comfortable? Most importantly, he absolutely did not lack Spirit Stones!