Supplementing Shortcomings!

The next moment, Zhang Chen saw his third uncle, Zhang Yuntao, looking at him with eager anticipation.

Seeing this, he casually tossed over a Storage Bag and spoke lightly: "Third Uncle, I have not failed the mission."

Zhang Yuntao fumbled to catch the Storage Bag and swept his Spiritual Sense inside.

The next second, this Golden Core cultivator, who had weathered many storms, felt his legs go weak, nearly kneeling directly before the Young Master.

"This... th-this is..."

Inside the Storage Bag, ten full sets of fully equipped top-grade gear were neatly arranged.

Each set exuded a suffocating spiritual pressure.

Just looking at them, one could feel an overwhelming killing intent rushing toward them.

"With these..."

Zhang Chen smiled faintly: "If our Zhang Family still cannot win this battle, then we deserve to be wiped out."

"Third Uncle, gather the clan members who are about to fight for our Zhang Family."

"It's time for us to... give them a change of gear!"

Inside the Zhang Family Assembly Hall.

Ten Zhang Family clan members were now standing in a row at the center of the hall.

Among them were young talents from the family's collateral branches, as well as a few middle-aged stewards who had dedicated half their lives to the family.

Though their ages differed, the determination in their eyes was the same.

They all knew that this mission was a near-certain death sentence.

The desperadoes recruited by the Wang Family all had blood on their hands.

Yet not one of them showed a trace of regret.

"Are we all here?"

Zhang Chen walked slowly out from the back hall, carrying no weapon.

Instead, he casually held a dusty-looking Storage Bag.

He wasn't wearing his signature Young Master's brocade robe, but had changed into a neat set of training clothes. Though unkempt, his eyes shone so brightly that no one dared meet his gaze directly.

"Young Master! We're all here!"

The leading man, a Dark-Faced Man named Zhang Tieshan, was a steward from the family's collateral branch, at Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, and also the captain of this team.

"May I ask why the Young Master has summoned us?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chen smiled slightly and tossed the Storage Bag over: "Open it and see. This is the battle gift the family has prepared for you!"

Zhang Tieshan was stunned for a moment, then instinctively probed it with his Spiritual Sense.

The next second, this tough man's hand trembled violently.

The Storage Bag nearly fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, Tieshan?"

A nearby clan member asked in confusion.

Zhang Tieshan didn't speak. Instead, with trembling hands, he took out a suit of armor from the Storage Bag.

It was no ordinary metal gear.

The armor was a deep, dark purple, with a faint layer of lightning light flowing across its surface.

The plates were polished like dragon scales, tightly interlocked.

The moment it was taken out...

A suffocating spiritual pressure instantly swept through the entire hall.

"This is... a Tier 2 Top-Grade Armor?!"

Someone exclaimed in shock.

But this wasn't the end. Next, Zhang Tieshan pulled out one gleaming Flying Sword after another, shields engraved with runes, and even complete sets of hidden weapons.

He laid them all out before everyone.

Ten full sets!

Each set was fully armed to the teeth, and all shared the same aura.

Clearly, they were the work of a single master craftsman.

"This armor is called the Seven Stars Thunder Fire Armor. Not only can it block a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Peak cultivator, but it's also inscribed with a Spirit Gathering Array to constantly restore your spiritual power."

Zhang Chen pointed at the equipment, his tone flat, as if discussing common vegetables: "As for that weapon, it's called the Mother Child Chain Blades. It contains both thunder and fire attributes, specially designed to break through Body Protection Spiritual Light."

"And that sword can gather thunder and fire power to unleash a powerful attack..."

Zhang Chen listed the functions of these magic tools as if he were counting cabbages.

For a moment, deathly stillness.

The great hall fell into a deathly stillness.

Everyone's eyes went wide, their breathing turning unbearably heavy.

They had originally thought.

That the family equipping each person with a single Top-Grade Magic Tool was already the limit.

But now, the Young Master had directly thrown out ten Top-Grade Sets.

With these things, let alone the Wang Family's Desperado, even facing ten Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators.

They dared to clash head-on!

"Young Master..."

Zhang Tieshan suddenly dropped to one knee: "This grace, Tieshan could never repay even in death. In this battle, we will win! We will win!"

"We will win!!"

The other nine knelt in unison, their voices shaking the heavens!

"Alright, stop kneeling."

Zhang Chen waved a hand, a smile on his face: "The gear is yours. For the next two days, don't do anything else. Just go to the Training Ground and get used to these magic tools."

"Yes!"

Clutching their respective equipment as if it were a priceless treasure, the men charged toward the Training Ground, their excitement so fierce.

They wished they could find someone to fight right now.

Having sent off this group of boiling-hot fellows, only Zhang Chen and Zhang Yunshan remained in the great hall.

"Chen'er, the equipment is here, but..."

Zhang Yunshan watched the retreating figures, his brow still tightly furrowed, and sighed: "The gap in raw strength is still too great. The Wang Family will definitely send a full lineup of Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators this time, and there might even be a Great Perfection expert."

"Among our ten men, only three are Late Stage, the rest are mostly Mid Stage..."

Magic tools were fine, but cultivation was the foundation.

It was like a child holding a peerless divine sword.