"Quest item obtained. You may proceed according to the following instructions..."
Watching the latest information appear before his eyes, Zhang Yang smiled silently. If he were a clueless fool, he would most likely have been tricked.
How could he not know the true nature of the Wanderer System—or the Wanderer Camp? Everything he had done over the past two days had gone far too smoothly. He had benefited from the Demon Blood's ability to enchant and strengthen things, so he could pretend not to care.
But the Demon Gold was something he could not treat lightly, because its function was to summon and communicate with creatures from the outside world.
In other words, if he followed these instructions, there was a high chance he would summon the true owner of the Wanderer Camp. And what would happen then?
He could figure it out with his toes: the best possible outcome would be that he was driven out of his own nest and reduced to a wage slave again. Did he really think that having a system descend from the heavens in middle age was a good thing?
After thinking it over, Zhang Yang dismantled the altar and threw all of it into the fire. Once the flames were blazing fiercely, he placed the Demon Gold inside and began chanting: "In the name of Zhang Yang, Lord of the Azure Nether Realm, founding patriarch of the Heavenly Sword Clan, Myriad Realms Planter, and Heavens Fisherman, I communicate with the Six Great Sequences, traversing reality and illusion. Those who share a destiny with me, come swiftly and heed my command."
Zhang Yang chanted the incantation three times in one breath. Then he stared at the Demon Gold in the flames. After more than ten seconds, the Demon Gold suddenly melted like jelly.