The Gift of a Sword

Some believed it, some doubted it, and some thought Zhou Leng was modestly showing off.

What did he mean by "I got a few too many Heavenly Stairways"?

Zhu Shiji replied, "I already suspected you had advanced to the Martial Saint Realm. Now I don't doubt it anymore. But something like this can't be hidden for long. Advance to the Mid Realm or Upper Realm as soon as possible. Once you do, you won't need to fear the vast majority of Demigods."

"No, I really haven't ascended to sainthood."

"Dragon Nation will depend on you from now on."

"You're overthinking it."

Zhu Shiji ignored him completely and continued, "Once the second round of trials begins, make more trips to the Demon Prison. That Ancient Beast Blood should be very important. Oh, right, thank you for the Headless God components. Headquarters is sending people to collect them now. Trade goods from every realm are being transported over little by little. Everything you specifically requested will be delivered to the Ancient River Research Bureau."

Over the past few days, he had killed too many Newly Advanced and Lower Realm Demigods. Even though some had been smashed to pieces and others had died by accident, he had still accumulated a massive number of Headless God components.

Zhou Leng had already decided to lend them free of charge to Ancient River Sect disciples on the front lines. Those who were not Ancient River Sect disciples would have no way to obtain them.

Three hours later, Ancient River Sect disciples from Xiong City arrived.

Because it was a secret mission, they only knew that they had come to receive Headless God components. They knew nothing else.

When they saw Zhou Leng, these Innate-level experts and Grandmasters snapped to attention and shouted, "Greetings, Eldest Senior Brother!"