Make Up for the Weaknesses!

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 said lightly, "Third Uncle, I've fulfilled the mission."

Zhang Yuntao caught the Storage Bag in a fluster and swept it with his Spiritual Sense.

The next second, this Golden Core cultivator, who had seen his fair share of storms, nearly buckled at the knees.

His legs went weak, and he almost dropped to his knees before the Young Master.

"This... Th-this..."

Inside the Storage Bag lay ten complete sets of Top-Grade equipment, neatly arranged.

Each set radiated Spiritual Pressure so overwhelming it made one's breath catch.

Just looking at them was enough to make one feel a murderous aura bearing down.

"With these..."

Zhang Chen smiled faintly. "If our Zhang Family still can't win this fight, 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 we... got them some new gear!"

Inside the Assembly Hall of the Zhang Family.

Ten members of the Zhang Family stood in a line in the center of the hall.

Among them were young talents from the Zhang Family's collateral branches, along with several middle-aged stewards who had devoted half their lives to the family.

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

They all knew that once they left, they had little chance of coming back alive.

Those desperate fighters recruited by the Wang Family all had blood on their hands.

Yet not one of them regretted it.

"Is everyone here?"

Zhang Chen slowly emerged from the rear hall, carrying no weapon.

Instead, he casually held a dusty Storage Bag.

He wasn't wearing his signature Young Master's brocade robe. He had changed into a neat training outfit. Though he looked unkempt, his eyes shone so brightly that no one dared look directly at them.

"Young Master! We're all here!"

The dark-faced man at the front was named Zhang Tieshan. He was a steward from a collateral branch of the family, at the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, and the captain of this squad.

"May I ask why the Young Master called us here?"

Seeing this, Zhang Chen smiled faintly and tossed the Storage Bag in his hand over. "Open it and have a look. These are the gifts the family prepared for your departure!"

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

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

The Storage Bag nearly fell to the ground.

"What's wrong, Tieshan?"

The clan members beside him asked in confusion.

Zhang Tieshan said nothing. With a trembling hand, he simply took a suit of armor out of the Storage Bag.

It wasn't made of ordinary gold or iron.

The armor was a deep, dusky purple, with a faint Thunder Light flowing over its surface.

Its plates had been polished like dragon scales, fitting tightly together.

The moment it appeared...

An overwhelming Spiritual Pressure swept through the entire hall.

"Is that... Tier 2 Top-Grade Armor?!"

Someone cried out in shock.

But that wasn't all. One after another, Zhang Tieshan took out gleaming Flying Swords, shields covered in Runes, and even complete sets of concealed weapons.

He laid them out before everyone.

Ten complete sets!

Every set was armed to the teeth, and all of them carried the same aura.

Clearly, they were the work of the same master craftsman.

"This armor is called the Seven Stars Thunder Fire Armor. It can withstand a full-force strike from a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Peak cultivator, and it's inscribed with a Spirit Gathering Array that constantly restores your Spiritual Power."

Zhang Chen pointed at the equipment, his tone as casual as if he were discussing turnips. "As for that weapon, it's called the Mother Child Chain Blades. It carries both Thunderfire and lightning attributes, and it's designed to pierce protective Spiritual Light."

"And that sword can gather the power of Thunderfire and unleash a powerful attack..."

Zhang Chen went through the functions of the Magic Artifacts one by one, as if he were listing turnips.

For a moment, silence reigned.

The Assembly Hall fell utterly silent.

Everyone's eyes widened, and their breathing grew incredibly heavy.

They had originally thought...

That the family providing each of them with a single High-Grade Magic Artifact was already the most they could hope for.

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

With this equipment, they wouldn't just be able to take on the Wang Family's desperate fighters—they'd dare to go toe-to-toe even against ten Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators!

"Young Master..."

Zhang Tieshan dropped to one knee. "Tieshan could die ten thousand times and still never repay this kindness! We will win this battle! We will!"

"We will win!!"

The other nine dropped to their knees in unison, their roars shaking the hall!

"All right, stop kneeling."

Zhang Chen waved a hand, a smile on his face. "You've got your equipment. For the next two days, don't do anything else. Go to the Training Ground and practice with these Magic Artifacts."

"Yes!"

Clutching their equipment as if it were priceless treasure, the group rushed toward the Training Ground, so excited they looked as though they couldn't wait to find someone to fight right then and there.

After sending off the fired-up group, only Zhang Chen, Zhang Yunshan, and a few others remained in the hall.

"Chen'er, we have the equipment, but..."

Zhang Yunshan watched the others leave, his brow still tightly furrowed. He sighed. "The gap in raw strength is still too great. The Wang Family will surely send a lineup made up entirely of Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivators this time. They may even have a Great Perfection expert."

"Of our ten, only three are at the Late Stage. Most of the rest are at the Middle Stage..."

Magic Artifacts are all well and good, but cultivation is the foundation.

It's like giving a child a peerless divine sword.