Leng Yaozhu's Gift

Neuvillette had practically stated it outright: as long as he could obtain a spirit bone, he could utilize the water elemental abilities inherent in the laws of the universe.

Furthermore, he could amplify the effects of the spirit bone.

For Chen Zhou, this was a monumental opportunity, and naturally, he could not refuse.

As for whether this would offend Qiangu Zhangting, well, if he was offended, so be it.

What else could he do?

In any case, he now had Leng Yaozhu backing him, and she was, at the very least, a rank 98 Super Douluo.

Although she could not compare to Qiangu Dongfeng, she still held a very high position within the Spirit Pagoda.

Moreover, Chen Zhou himself was already aligned with Leng Yaozhu's faction.

"Thank you, Senior, for giving me this opportunity. I will absolutely cherish it and ensure I do not let you down."

As Chen Zhou spoke, he dropped to one knee, his face filled with a look of devotion.

"I do not know your name, Senior. If you do not mind, I wish to acknowledge you as my foster mother."

Chen Zhou's words were filled with sincerity, which actually made Leng Yaozhu chuckle.

She looked at the little bean-sprout before her; hearing that he wanted to acknowledge her as his foster mother, she scanned him from head to toe.

Surprisingly, she felt no sense of aversion.

She had an instinctive loathing for the members of the Qiangu Clan, a disgust that far exceeded what others might imagine.

Yet, based on the various reports she had received from her subordinates, she felt no ill will toward this boy.

Especially after meeting him this time, he appeared both courageous and resourceful; he possessed a stable temperament while simultaneously being capable of shamelessness.

This was a rare trait. As the saying goes, the bird that cries gets the worm, and the child who cries gets the candy.

In the world of spirit masters, the first thing one must do is exhaust every means to obtain the resources available and cling to the figures one can reach.

If a twenty or thirty-year-old man had said this to her, she would have laughed and retorted.

But when a six-year-old child said such things, she felt no disgust at all.

Especially looking at this child's delicate, sculpted features, particularly that fair face.

One could only say that beauty is justice; no one would refuse such an adorable child.

"You are an interesting little one. If you want to acknowledge me as your foster mother, that is fine. If you can take first place in this competition, I will accept you as my foster son. My name is Leng Yaozhu; you may call me Auntie Leng for now."

Leng Yaozhu looked at Chen Zhou, her tone calm. Accepting a foster son was naturally a joke.

However, if this child could truly stand out and reveal sufficient strength, she would not mind giving him a hand.

Chen Zhou was only stunned for a moment. To him, it truly did not matter; after all, he had been an orphan in his original world, with no father or mother.

In this world, his parents had died shortly after he was born.

He did not even know what his parents looked like.

"Thank you, Auntie Leng, for this opportunity. I will certainly not fail your expectations."

Chen Zhou said, standing up and cupping his hands in a salute.

Leng Yaozhu looked at him carefully, then slightly raised her hand, and a wooden box appeared in her palm out of thin air.

She tossed the box directly to Chen Zhou.

"Consider this a greeting gift. At the very least, it ensures your trip here wasn't for nothing."

Leng Yaozhu finished speaking and paused.

She hesitated for a moment, but then tossed out a shimmering golden card.

Catching the box and the card, Chen Zhou stared fixedly at the latter.

This was a Spirit Pagoda access card, and this golden version was the highest level of authorization.

It meant that with this card, Chen Zhou effectively possessed the executive authority of a Deputy Pagoda Master.

Although he could not mobilize large quantities of supplies, with this card, he would not be subject to any access restrictions.

The utility was, quite literally, infinite.

Seeing this card, Chen Zhou was momentarily stunned.

He had not expected Leng Yaozhu to be so generous as to give him a card representing the highest status.

Weighing the heavy box in his hand, Chen Zhou's eyes brightened slightly.

However, he did not rush to open it, instead bowing once more.

"Alright, you may withdraw. The competition starts the day after tomorrow; I will have someone come to collect you then."

Leng Yaozhu finished speaking and waved her hand.

She would naturally not waste polite pleasantries on a junior like him.

Chen Zhou did not mind.

Carrying the box and tucking the card into his pocket, he ran out.

The young man at the entrance was still standing there.

He cast a respectful glance at him before continuing to lead the way, guiding Chen Zhou further down.

It wasn't until they were back in the car and had returned to the Spirit Pagoda's Qiangu Clan residence that he stopped.

Back in his room, Chen Zhou plopped down onto the floor and slowly opened the box in front of him.

Inside the box sat some rather peculiar fruits; these three were standard Dragon Blood Fruits, except that every one of them was over ten thousand years old.

The one right in the center likely had an age of over twenty thousand years.

These Dragon Blood Fruits were saturated with an abundant power of dragon blood. Chen Zhou felt an intense, craving urge to absorb them.

One had to know that ten-thousand-year spirit herbs were extremely rare. Back when Chen Zhou was searching in East Sea City, he had only managed to find thousand-year spirit herbs.

Ten-thousand-year spirit herbs were already considered strategic resources.

Even the top big shots and the most powerful factions possessed very few of these ten-thousand-year spirit herbs.

This was why, when Chen Zhou had claimed he used a ten-thousand-year spirit herb to forcibly break through via special methods, Leng Yaozhu hadn't been suspicious.

It was precisely because such resources were so scarce, one could even call them rare.

Currently, the only places capable of producing ten-thousand-year spirit herbs steadily were the Tang Sect's Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, several secret realms of the Empire, and a few hidden locations of the Federation.

Under such circumstances, the only ones who could consistently produce ten-thousand-year spirit herbs, and in large quantities at that, were the Tang Sect and Shrek.

Even for the Spirit Pagoda, their supply was very limited. For Leng Yaozhu to bring out three at once, including one over twenty thousand years old, the value of this gift was self-evident.

For anyone else, these three ten-thousand-year Dragon Blood Fruits could enhance their martial soul's strength and boost their dragon-type bloodline.

But for Chen Zhou, with these three Dragon Blood Fruits in hand, he could cultivate them using the power of the Primordial Sea.

This would help his Water Dragon King martial soul evolve rapidly toward the Primordial Dragon.

"I've really hit the jackpot. But tonight, isn't that the banquet hosted by Qiangu Zhangting? That means after attending the banquet tomorrow, I'll be coming face-to-face with him the day after."

Chen Zhou muttered to himself, a strange expression on his face.

He had to attend someone's banquet tomorrow, only to clash with them directly the day after.

They might even have to compete for a hundred-thousand-year spirit bone.

If possible, Chen Zhou felt they would likely run into each other inside the Spirit Ascension Platform.

After all, even though this genius was four or five years older than him, his strength was at most at the three-ring or four-ring level.

He was currently at the two-ring level, and fighting a three-ring or four-ring opponent didn't seem to be much of a challenge.

While the Coiling Dragon Staff was very strong and a top-tier martial soul, compared to someone like him who was cheating, it seemed the other party was destined to be crushed.