As for what Chen Lang said, Mo Fan doesn't have much feeling about it.
In his opinion, these are things he has done voluntarily, and it is a good thing if the higher-ups can provide him with resources.
He didn't think more about it, nor did he feel that he had suffered any loss.
As for Chen Lang, can he obtain more benefits?
Mo Fan does not pursue an official career, and does not understand its path.
But he also knew very well that if Chen Lang hadn't given him Blood Lizi, he might have died in Ancient King's bridge of death.
Seeing that Mo Fan had not accepted Star River Vein for a long time, Chen Lang suggested. "If you really feel that it is hypocritical, World Academy Competition should perform well this time and enter the venue on behalf of me, Mr. Chen. How about that?"
Mo Fan became even more confused after hearing this.
To be honest, he likes to be free and does not want to be bound by any big family or force.
Chen Lang also saw the worry in his heart, and patiently explained, "Don't worry, I won't restrain you or anything. After this competition, you will still be you."
"If you perform well enough, I will give you an extra reward. Although it is not as much as what you brought me, it is at least much better than other people's verbal praise."
After hearing what Chen Lang said, Mo Fan no longer hesitated and nodded immediately. "Okay, Brother Chen, I promise you..."
Seeing that he had accepted Star River Vein, Chen Lang did not intend to stay any longer. He turned around and said, "You can rest peacefully and report to the Imperial Capital Academy when your cultivation level is replenished."
"Okay."
Chen Lang and Mo Fan parted ways, and I still couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Mo Fan sees things quite clearly, but it is a pity that before he came to this world, he was just a minor.
Having never experienced severe beatings from society, my understanding of the world is a little too beautiful.
It can be said that if he didn't have the same talent as him, a person like him would not be any better than Marshal Yue.
Again, he can't become a person like Mo Fan, but he appreciates people like them.
Moreover, a little gift to Mo Fan is really worth it to him.
Chen Lang really wants to cultivate a new generation in the family, but those of his own age... not to mention the direct lineage, none of them are outstanding, even the side branches are very stretched.
Chen Lang actually doesn't understand this. How could such a large family, which is no weaker than Mu Clan's, have such a talent decline?
The descendants of the elders in the family are really inferior to each other...
"My little friend is leaving?"
While Chen Lang was walking down the mountain road, a voice came from behind.
Hearing the sound, Chen Lang turned around and saw an old man in Daoist uniform sitting there.
With Chen Lang's perception, he didn't notice it at all.
I thought that I had reached a higher position, but now it seems that he still has a way to go in cultivation.
"What advice does the Daoist priest have?"
Old Daoist said with a smile, "I can't talk about advice. I just haven't seen someone as talented as my little friend in a long time. I want to chat for a few words."
Old Daoist then said, "Did you know, little friend, that you have been cursed by the Snake Clan?"
"Snake Clan curse?" Chen Lang looked a little confused when he heard this.
The old man nodded. "Yes, you have been cursed by Demonic Snake, who has the blood of Medusa. Any snake Demon Beast will never stop dying when it sees you."
Medusa bloodline...Snake Clan curse...
Chen Lang thought: I have never been to Africa either!
But soon, he suddenly remembered what happened during the National Treasure Hunt Competition...
It was at this moment that he suddenly understood why the Snake Demon behind him was so fierce and wanted to fight him desperately!
The source of co-authorship is here...
Chen Lang clasped his fists in thanks and said, "Thank you, Daoist Master, for reminding me."
Old Daoist shook his head and said casually, "Compared to the fact that my little friend saved Ancient Capital millions of people, my reminder is just a small matter, so it doesn't have to be like this."
"Does the Daoist priest know about Ancient Capital?" Chen Lang asked.
"Know."
"With Daoist Priest's strength, if we help, Ancient Capital won't be so passive."
After hearing what Chen Lang said, Old Daoist sighed helplessly, "It's not that the veteran doesn't want to take action, it's just that he can't take action..."
He did not elaborate on why he could not take action, but instead said, "Furthermore, if Abyss of Evil attacks the inner city and Ancient King really recovers, even an experienced person will be unable to save the situation."
"With supreme magic power, even if there is no way to save the situation, it is better to do it than to watch indifferently."
Chen Lang often doesn't understand. He obviously has the ability to make changes, but he still chooses to watch. Is it because these people are still alive and influencing your output?
"Many times, people cannot help themselves. This is true even for you, Fourth Master Chen of the Chen family, not to mention me, a lonely Daoist from Xianyun Yehe."
After hearing what the veteran said, Chen Lang muttered, "Fourth Master Chen?"
"Haha..."
Seeing that Chen Lang was full of doubts, the veteran also realized that maybe Chen Lang didn't even know such a person.
He directly changed the topic. "Pindao blocked the road just to remind you that although the curse of Demonic Snake is not very scary, it can be a bit troublesome in many cases."
Of course Chen Lang also knows very well how troublesome this thing is.
"Does the Daoist priest have any solution?"
This is equivalent to that as long as he encounters Snake Clan, he will be pursued relentlessly.
"If you want to lift this curse, you must have the tears of the African Medusa clan. However, their tears are not easy to obtain..."
After a moment of silence, Old Daoist suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light.
"Pindao can help me suppress it for a period of time with the power of light, but this suppression can only last for a year at most."
As soon as he finished speaking, he started to merge the holy light into a series of spells.
Without giving Chen Lang any chance to react, these spells were poured into his body.
As the dazzling golden light poured into his body, Chen Lang thought it would be painful, but soon he discovered that he had never felt anything.
If it were before, he would have been worried that Old Daoist was not practicing normal magic and might cause trouble or something, but after making sure that he was not feeling any discomfort, he breathed a sigh of relief.
After casting some spells, the holy light dissipated, and Old Daoist returned to its normal appearance. "Okay, little friend, you can go down the mountain."
"Thank you."
Chen Lang Actually, I really want to chat with the other party, but if this old guy doesn't want to talk, no matter how much he asks, it won't be of any use.
This point is deeply felt by Chen Jin and Chen Lang!
Looking at Chen Lang's leaving back, Old Daoist suddenly said to himself, "I don't know when, that fearless original intention of magic has already disappeared without a trace..."
The stronger your cultivation becomes, the more cautious you become.
When Ancient Capital Cataclysm happened, he was naturally aware of it and wanted to help.
But he knows better that once he takes action, the thing that is eyeing the old guys like them who are still alive in the world will definitely show up later.
Although they hold the most ancient magical power and hold the lifeblood of many mages, at his level, these are actually no longer scary.
It can be said that it is not invincible, but it does not want to cause internal friction.
Once a counterattack occurs, human beings who are already struggling to survive will probably have no way out...