A Sparring Agreement

Failing to be taken under the Goddess's wing, the two genius Saint Realm experts wore expressions of deep disappointment, and the other registered disciples who weren't selected as personal students also showed their regret.

However, Jiadeliya did not care about the thoughts of the Saint Realm experts; her gaze had already landed on a middle-aged man wearing black robes and carrying a giant sword on his back.

This person was none other than Xilmon, whom Leian had requested.

Jiadeliya spoke, "Xilmon, you cultivate the Destruction Rule, so from now on, you shall follow Mr. Leian!"

As her words fell, everyone was stunned for a moment, then immediately cast envious gazes toward Xilmon, while Xilmon himself flushed red with excitement.

Since they had already realized that Leian was a god-level powerhouse, how could they not know that what Leian cultivated was precisely the Destruction Rule?

In their eyes, any casual guidance from this Lord Leian would be a rare opportunity for Xilmon.

"Xilmon pays his respects to Lord Leian!"

Xilmon's reaction was quite good; he quickly controlled his inner excitement and bowed to Leian with a respectful expression.

Leian nodded without saying much, but Andrew, standing to the side, chuckled, "This little guy is quite lucky!"

Andrew made no effort to hide his teasing. As the Saint Realm experts heard this, they couldn't help but feel jealous of Xilmon, but in such a setting, no one dared to show it, only secretly hating themselves for not having the talent to cultivate the Destruction Rule.

Here, Jiadeliya informed the Saint Realm experts about the "division of faith" and then dismissed them all.

The large valley became quiet once more, and Andrew and the Elven King couple took their leave one after another.

Seeing this, Leian also took the opportunity to depart, but just as he left the valley, the voice of the Elven King Kyle echoed in his mind.

"Mr. Leian, please wait a moment."

Leian turned to look back and saw the Elven King couple flying over side by side. He asked with confusion, "Is there anything else, Mr. Kyle?"

The Elven King smiled and replied, "It is nothing major, I just haven't congratulated Mr. Leian on becoming a god yet."

As they spoke, the couple arrived before Leian. The Elven King flipped his hand, handed over a small red wooden box, and continued:

"Mr. Leian has achieved the Saint Realm, and my wife and I have nothing else to offer as a congratulatory gift. Please do not look down upon this small token."

Looking at the small wooden box before him and thinking of the status of the two people opposite him, Leian's eyes flickered. He already had a guess about what was inside the box, and his heart couldn't help but stir.

After a moment of thought, he reached out to take it and opened the lid. Sure enough, inside were two familiar small green bottles; there was no need to check to know they were undoubtedly the Spring of Life.

The fact that they offered two portions of the Spring of Life at once shocked Leian with the Elven King's generosity, while also causing a bit of hesitation in his heart.

As the saying goes, one does not receive a reward without merit. The two sides had only just met; even if they wanted to congratulate him on becoming a god, there was no need to send such a gift, right?

Could they be asking for a favor?

Leian pondered secretly. If it were anything else, he would have politely declined, as debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay, but this Spring of Life was truly of immense importance to him.

His father Barry and mother Annie had not made any progress in their warrior cultivation for several years. The former was stuck at the seventh rank, and the latter at the sixth; it seemed their potential had been exhausted.

Without external help, the two of them would likely remain this way for the rest of their lives.

Back then, he had been full of confidence, thinking that with his unique training methods and guidance, he could help his parents reach the Saint Realm, but reality had slapped him hard in the face.

Having said that, the Spring of Life had the miraculous effect of cleansing the body and restoring youth. If the two of them could consume it, let alone making another breakthrough, even reaching the Saint Realm on their own would be effortless.

Although the Spring of Life was not the only treasure that could increase battle qi and elevate someone to the Saint Realm, in the nearly one million years that had passed, quite a few god-level powerhouses had been born in the entire plane, and those treasures had likely long since been scavenged; getting his hands on them would not be easy.

This was precisely the reason for Leian's hesitation.

The Elven Goddess was a clever person; seeing Leian's concern, she immediately explained:

"Mr. Leian, please do not misunderstand. Since the birth of our race, we have gifted the Spring of Life to every fellow who achieves the god-level, and the Popes of the two great churches are no exception."

Upon hearing this, Leian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, while at the same time feeling a trace of shame. He replied sheepishly, "My apologies, I overthought it. To be honest, this Spring of Life is of great use to me. Thank you!"

As he spoke, Leian returned the bow solemnly.

In fact, Leian did not know that the Elven Goddess's words were only half-true. It was true that they gifted the Spring of Life, but in the past, there was only ever one bottle.

The reason they made an exception for Leian was mainly due to his terrifying talent. In their view, Leian becoming a median god was only a matter of time, so it was better to befriend him early.

Coincidentally, they had learned of the situation of Leian's parents from Jiadeliya, which was why they decided to give two bottles of the Spring of Life.

The Elven Goddess waved her hand and smiled:

"There is no need for that. If Mr. Leian has time in the future, you are welcome to visit our Elven race. Compared to other continents, the scenery of our Elven Continent can be called unique."

Leian was somewhat moved. Come to think of it, he was indeed full of curiosity about the Elven race. He smiled and said, "Very well, I will certainly pay a visit in the future."

After a few pleasantries, the Elven King couple turned into a beam of light and flew away rapidly.

Leian watched the two depart, then put away the Spring of Life. Just as he was about to set off, he unexpectedly channeled his divine power, and Andrew's voice echoed in his mind:

"Brother Leian, wait a moment!"

Leian raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, could this Andrew also be here to give a gift? But why didn't he do it earlier? This was truly strange.

While he was pondering, a ball of fire sped toward him. As it drew near, the fire dissipated, revealing Andrew's figure.

Even though he had thought that way just now, Leian didn't really think the other party was here to give a gift. However, he didn't ask proactively, only looking at the other party, waiting for Andrew's explanation.

Andrew had sent the voice transmission immediately after the Elven King couple left, clearly knowing what had just happened. Seeing Leian's expression, he laughed out loud:

"Leian, don't misunderstand. I don't have any welcoming gift to offer. I wanted to ask you, do you still remember our previous agreement?"

"What agreement?" Leian didn't understand Andrew's intention for a moment and replied subconsciously.

"Of course it's for a spar!"

Andrew widened his eyes and exclaimed in shock:

"You wouldn't go back on your word like those other guys, would you? Besides, you practice the Destruction Rule; don't tell me you're also averse to sparring?"

So, he wanted a spar!

Upon hearing this, Leian couldn't help but laugh and cry. He was certainly willing to spar—in fact, he was eager for it—but definitely not right now.

He had only just broken through to the Deity level. Not only was he lacking in offensive techniques, but his spiritual energy was also nowhere near that of Andrew, who had been a Deity for tens of thousands of years.

He had learned clearly during their previous conversation that for old-school Deities like Andrew, their divine sense alone could cover a radius of ten thousand li.

As for himself, even at his absolute limit, he could barely reach six thousand li; the gap was simply too vast.

If they were to spar, he would at least need to wait until he was familiar with Deity-level combat, had mastered his own strength, and perhaps even developed his own signature moves.

Thinking of this, Leian mentioned a bit of his plan and promised: "Don't worry, Andrew. Within a hundred years, I will definitely visit you on the Yulan Continent."

When Andrew heard this, he felt that what Leian said made some sense. Finding it difficult to force the issue, he said: "Alright then, I'll wait for you on the Yulan Continent."

With that, he waved his hand in farewell, then transformed into a fiery red meteor and streaked across the sky, vanishing into the distance.