There was a hint of temptation in his tone, as if to say that as long as you work hard, you can get this priceless treasure.

"What I can guarantee is," Nangong Wan's voice became serious, "as long as you win today's game, we will pay this huge reward on the spot. We will never break our promise."

His gaze was firm and powerful, leaving no room for doubt.

"So, you have to work hard." Nangong Wan said finally, with a meaningful smile on his lips.

As he spoke, Nangong Wan waved his sleeves and closed the box again, covering up the crazy killing atmosphere.

The breathing of Han Yu and the other three finally became smoother.

However, Merck looked at him with eyes full of resentment.

The last time he lost to Han Yu, he lost the chance to fight for this fixed-type soul guide shell, and even lost his Dark Azure Dragon, the ranking engraving knife.

Han Yu didn't care about his gaze at all. His heart had calmed down and his eyes became clear again.

Even Yuan Gungun behind him was still in an excited state.

"Young man, come on." Nangong Wan said with a smile. While he was saying this, his eyes were always fixed on Han Yu.

When he saw that Han Yu's eyes had become clear again, he was slightly stunned, but immediately nodded to him.

"set off!"

With a wave of Nangong Wan's hand, he and the third elder walked in front, Han Yu and the other four followed behind, and they were surrounded by the big men in black.

Naturally, these people could not carry that ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell, and it was directly stored in the storage soul guide device by the third elder.

After leaving the Qingse Hotel, we headed straight towards the western suburbs.

Regarding the upcoming competition venue, Han Yu's state of mind was as calm as a lake, without a single ripple.

He knew that the quality of the competition venue could not determine the final outcome, and only one's own strength was the key to victory.

At this moment, he was slightly closing his eyes, his eyelids drooping, covering his deep pupils. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, as if to expel all distracting thoughts from his body.

His breathing was long and steady, and he looked like an old monk in meditation, emitting an aura of tranquility and peace.

Yuan Gungun didn't wake up from his sleep until he walked out of the hotel and breathed a breath of fresh air.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the lingering sleepiness in his mind. There was a trace of obvious fatigue on his face, and there was still some sleepiness in the corners of his eyes.

Huang Zheng's state was similar to Yuan Gungun's. It was obvious that they were both a little depressed after last night's indulgence. Merck, on the other hand, was completely immersed in his own world. His eyes were sinister and his face was gloomy, like the dark clouds before a storm, so depressing that it was hard to breathe.

The Qingse Hotel is located in the bustling area of ​​the city center of Mingdu, while the competition venue is located in the remote western suburbs. The two are far apart, and it is obviously impractical to walk there.

At the entrance of the hotel, a row of luxuriously decorated carriages had been waiting for a long time. Each carriage was pulled by four tall and strong horned horses, showing the noble status of the owner.

These wildebeests have shiny fur, well-developed muscles, and exhale white mist with their breath. They are obviously fine horses that have been carefully selected and trained.

Han Yu, Yuan Gungun and Huang Zheng, three contestants, rode in one carriage, while Nangong Wan, the third elder and Merck rode in another. The remaining men in black loaded various precious and rare metal materials into other simpler carriages and sat in their respective seats.

Following an order, a team of more than a hundred people drove towards the western suburbs. In the spacious and comfortable carriage, Nangong Wan, the third elder, and Merck sat opposite each other.

"Master, have you really decided to use the ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shells as the reward for this competition?"

Merck lowered his voice, with a hint of resentment and unwillingness that was difficult to conceal. Hearing Merck's words, the third elder frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

"Shut up! When was it your turn to interrupt here?"

He scolded sternly, his tone full of unquestionable authority.

Although Merck was filled with resentment and unwillingness, he still shut his mouth obediently when faced with the teacher's scolding.

He knew his teacher's temper very well. He was notoriously irritable and would be irritated if he was not careful.

I remember that there was once a senior brother who questioned the teacher's teachings during cultivation. The enraged teacher smashed his head with a palm and killed him on the spot.

The third elder turned his gaze to Nangong Wan opposite him and asked respectfully, "Second brother, what do you think?"

Nangong Wan didn't say anything, but just closed his eyes slightly, and a faint silver-gray light flashed in the depths of his eyes.

In an instant, the entire interior of the carriage seemed to be shrouded in this silver-gray light, and the originally dim carriage suddenly became bright.

"This kid is interesting."

After a moment, Nangong Wan slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "Faced with such a huge temptation, he was able to quickly regain his composure after a brief shock. This kind of mentality is not something that ordinary people can possess.

"Our guess should be correct. He should be an evil soul master who prefers the ability of spiritual summoning."

The third elder said with a firm tone, with a hint of certainty, "But, he may not be from the Sun-Moon Empire."

He paused, a hint of depth flashed in his eyes, "After all, with the ability of our Holy Spirit Church, we have been recruiting talents for many years. If we find such talents, it is impossible not to attract them."

The third elder smiled and turned to Nangong Wan, saying, "This kid is really good, with extraordinary talent and unlimited potential.

After this competition, we should give him a big reward. In the future, I will teach him everything I know."

When Nangong Wan heard this, he burst into laughter and said, "Third brother, don't try to trick me. You want to steal my apprentice? I was the one who took a fancy to this boy first!

His spiritual summoning ability is a perfect match with my martial spirit. We are a perfect match made in heaven!"

Nangong Wan continued with a hint of pride in his tone, "You already have so many disciples, each of them is a gifted child, but I still don't have a disciple who can inherit my legacy.

I have already informed the deputy leader that this competition is a further test for him. I will accept him as my personal disciple and teach him everything I have learned throughout my life, so that he can become a master of his generation!" He said in a firm tone, leaving no room for doubt: "Otherwise, why do you think I would ask the deputy leader to come forward and go to so much trouble to get this powerful ninth-level fixed-type soul guide shell?

I invested so much money, not for you to snatch my people away from me!"

Hearing this, the Third Elder couldn't help but snorted and said, "Second Brother, you can't say that.

Don't forget, he is not only a powerful soul master, but also a rare soul mentor genius!

He looks so young, no more than 24 or 25 years old, but he already possesses the strength of a sixth-level soul master. Such talent is simply unheard of!"

The third elder continued with a hint of excitement in his tone: "If we train him well, in time, it is almost certain that he will become a ninth-level soul mentor!

Have you forgotten? The leader once said that the future belongs to the world of soul masters! Although his soul master cultivation is not weak, he can't give up the cultivation of soul guides!

Why don't we two brothers teach him together, so that he can advance on both the paths of a soul master and a soul mentor, wouldn't that be better?"

He knew that he had a straightforward character and would definitely not be able to compete with his versatile second brother for disciples, so he simply compromised and proposed the suggestion of teaching together.

After listening to the Third Elder's proposal, Nangong Wan hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "What you said is not unreasonable. Teaching together may help him grow faster.

However, he can only be my direct disciple, there is no doubt about that. If you are willing to teach him some knowledge and skills of soul mentors, I will naturally welcome it. "

He paused, with a hint of concern in his tone, and said: “But it also depends on whether he has enough willingness and energy.

After all, you can't have your cake and eat it too. The training of soul masters and soul engineers requires a lot of time and energy.

Although soul masters will become the mainstream in the future, at least for now, soul masters are still stronger than soul masters."

Nangong Wan said with a hint of emotion, "I have discovered that many colleges have realized the importance of combining soul masters with soul guides, and have begun to consciously cultivate this type of compound talent.

In the future, the boundary between soul masters and soul mentors may become increasingly blurred. Only by perfectly combining the two can we be invincible in future battles."

The third elder glanced at Nangong Wan and said unhappily, "Second brother, you really have a good plan!

"Let me teach him how to practice, and then you can accept him as your personal disciple. This is a really good plan! Humph!"

Nangong Wan laughed when he heard this, patted the Third Elder on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, Third Brother, you have to understand Second Brother's feelings.

You also know that my lineage is lacking a gifted disciple. It is not easy to meet a talented person like Merck, so I will naturally..."

He paused, turned his gaze to Merck, and said gently: "Merke, don't worry, as long as you study hard with the Third Elder and improve your own strength, you will naturally be indispensable to my lineage in the future."

Hearing Nangong Wan's words, Merck on the side immediately showed joy. He quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Nangong Wan, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your cultivation, Master. I will do my best to live up to your high expectations!"

Nangong Wan nodded with satisfaction, motioned for Merck to sit down, and then continued: "After you formally become my disciple, the Dark Azure Dragon will naturally be returned to its original owner."

Hearing this, the joy on Merck's face became even more intense, as if he had already seen the majestic scene of himself holding the Dark Azure Dragon and commanding the heroes.

However, Nangong Wan's next words were like cold water poured over his head, instantly extinguishing the fire burning in his heart.

Nangong Wan looked at Merck, frowned slightly, and said in a serious tone: "However, even if the Dark Azure Dragon wants to come back, you don't have the power for the time being.

You are a good kid in every way except that you are too impetuous. You need to spend a few years to cultivate yourself and calm down.

This time when you go back, you will go to the rear first and be responsible for making soul guides."

Merck's originally ecstatic mood suddenly fell to the bottom. He was stunned for a moment, his face turned very ugly, and his eyes involuntarily turned to the third elder, begging in a low voice: "Teacher..."

The Third Elder snorted coldly and said sternly: "Second Master, this is giving you a chance! If it were up to me, you would have lost the Dark Azure Dragon this time, humph!"

The Third Elder did not say anything more, but that cold snort was full of warning and threat. Merck was so frightened that he dared not speak anymore. He could only lower his head and silently endure the criticism from his teacher.

The carriage ran at full speed, pulled by the wildebeest, and soon left Mingdu.

As the leader of the three major underground forces, Xishui League naturally wouldn't care about things like riding horses in the lottery market.

They were running wildly along the way, and ordinary people would avoid them as soon as they saw the marks on their carriages.

Han Yu had his eyes closed the whole time, without making any noise. Yuan Gungun, who was sitting next to him, naturally didn't say anything either. Huang Zheng looked at the two of them, but also didn't say anything.

Compared to the other carriage, their side was much quieter.

In addition, the carriage has good shock absorption and sound insulation, so no sound can be heard.

However, beneath the quiet surface, is Han Yu really that calm?

On the surface, Han Yu looked normal, as if his heart was calm.

However, the reality was just the opposite. His inner world was in turmoil at this moment.

Han Yu was concentrating on improving his spiritual power, and his consciousness also entered a vast and boundless spiritual ocean.

In this strange space, the surging waves rolled endlessly, presenting a strange scene - the sea water was actually a mixture of gold and silver!

This is a miracle that appeared after Han Yu completed the second awakening of his martial soul, symbolizing the huge improvement of his mental power.

Every time the golden and silver sea water surges, it will stir up waves that soar into the sky. These waves stay in the air for a short time and then slowly dissipate, as if time has stopped.

Looking around, huge whirlpools appear from time to time on the boundless sea. These whirlpools are also gold and silver in color, emitting powerful suction as they rotate.

And right above the sea of ​​spirit, a huge white ball of light was suspended, emitting a soft light. This ball of light was not a perfect sphere, but slightly oval, like a giant egg that nurtured life, emitting a flickering light, as if it contained infinite vitality.

In this strange spiritual sea, several figures were floating quietly. The first one to bear the brunt was the Ice Emperor, which still maintained the form of the Ice Jade Emperor Scorpion, but its body had become extremely huge, a hundred feet long. (End of this chapter)