Somewhere in the starry sky.
"Cangyuan Saber Saint, are you really going to make a move and seize the Xihong Immortal Grass?"
"Cangyuan brat, hand over that immortal grass in your hand like a good boy, or else... if you force us to make you fight, Blue Star's Battle Immunity privilege will be gone."
"Hahahaha, exactly. Hand over the immortal grass already. If I'm not mistaken, Star Planet would love nothing more than for you to court death and waste your one-year Battle Immunity privilege."
"Is the immortal grass more important, or are the lives of Blue Star's ten billion people more important? Dear Saber Saint, you should be able to weigh that clearly, shouldn't you?"
A group of alien transcendents whose strength rivaled Cangyuan's, some even weaker than his, surrounded him from all sides.
One after another, their eyes gleamed green as they stared at the Xihong Immortal Grass in Cangyuan Saber Saint's hand, its mysterious radiance nearly making them stare their eyes out.
Cangyuan held a saber in one hand. He dared not put the immortal grass away in his storage pouch, for fear that this group would fly into a rage from humiliation.
His expression struggled, his face bitter. The Saber Saint who had been proud all his life ultimately possessed something more precious than dignity.
If he acted, he could preserve the immortal grass and extend the life of Elder Zheng, a pillar of the nation, by one breath.
But likewise, once a high-level combatant like him entered a conflict, his Battle Immunity privilege would immediately be revoked.
So-called Battle Immunity was, bluntly put, hiding in one's shell. High-level combatants were forbidden from taking part in battles outside their planet.
The Myriad Worlds Company would not play bodyguard for free, so it imposed a series of