There were now seven major guilds in the world.
[Pale Coffin]—national affiliation: none.
[Angel Kingdom]—Beautiful Country.
[Crimson Royal Court]—national affiliation: none.
[Ragnarok]—national affiliation: none.
[Star Pavilion]—Great Xia Kingdom, with [Mirror King] Song Jingxin serving as its master.
[Holy Papacy]—Nordic Church.
And the most mysterious of all...
[Rusted Brigade].
This guild had very few members and rarely appeared in public. It only emerged during major historical events, and every member was terrifyingly powerful.
Rumor had it that the leader of the [Rusted Brigade] possessed an abnormally long lifespan and had existed for an immense span of time.
[Ragnarok] was nominally the strongest of the seven major guilds. It had the most Kings, and there was suspected to be a Demigod behind it, earning it the title of Blue Star's strongest guild.
Jiang Yuan had rejected [Ragnarok]'s invitation, not only because he was already a war general of Great Xia, but also because he had no interest whatsoever in [Ragnarok].
So what if it was the strongest guild?
In all these hundreds of years, its record amounted to killing only six Abyssal Kings.
What a pathetic showing.
Jiang Yuan walked alone through the streets of Mormans, opening the system chat panel to reply to messages from his family and friends.
His parents, Mo Xixi, Uncle Mo, Luo Xi, Zheng Huangtong, Nan Yue, Jingu Yu, Yuan Ling... they had all sent messages congratulating him on leading his team to victory in the National Destiny Elimination Tournament.
"Beep, beep, beep, beep..."
"Master, you have received some new messages."
The Hundred-Refined Divine Machine on his wrist vibrated slightly.
"They're from the trading network. Someone is willing to sell three Bodhi Leaves at a high price."
"Buy them."
Jiang Yuan spoke.
He was rolling in money now, while Bodhi Leaves were rarely seen on the market.