"Brother Jianguo, what's it like getting carried by an expert?"
"Feels amazing, doesn't it? I heard Chongxing's out gathering spiritual energy everywhere. Nobody dares resist him. It's practically free for the taking."
"Forget everyone else-even I'm dying of jealousy!" Liangzi meant every word.
He didn't dare let his guard down for a moment, terrified that someone would discover the location of their spirit tree.
At this point, Chen Jianguo was probably the only one who could calmly stand guard over his tree.
"Hehe, he really is incredible."
"He can handle everything alone, and I get to tag along for a high-tier reward."
"High-tier? First place is practically guaranteed!"
"How could anything go wrong with him on the job? I wonder what the first-place reward actually is. You'd better let your buddies have a look when you get it."
Ultimately, the spiritual energy Zhang Mingzhen brought back pushed their spirit tree straight to rare grade. It then reached its limit and could absorb no more.
Zhang Mingzhen suspected this might be due to its low starting level. Tomorrow, he should be able to cultivate it to a higher tier.
Of course, this also earned him a flood of hatred.
Many people instantly lost their previous fondness, admiration, and rose-tinted view of the number-one player.
That was perfectly normal. Who cared whether you were a big shot or a god? If you stole their stuff, how could you expect them to worship you?
This wasn't a feudal society anymore.
Clearly, this was a deliberate feature of the game.
A handful of other powerful players also seized extra spiritual energy through various means, raising their spirit plants to higher tiers-for instance, by spending gold coins or points to buy it, or having their guilds collect it centrally.
After a day of the event,