His demands were modest. The Spirit King did not need to bring out anything too flashy—just give him a few innate spirit treasures, and that would be enough.
"Fellow Daoist, do you think I can participate?"
After thinking it over, Ye Lin spoke again.
"Uh... you can. As long as this senior vouches for you, you may enter. You would not even need a ticket."
After silently assessing the relationship between Zhang Ling'er and Ye Lin, Nangong Xuanyi answered once more.
"Good. Fellow Daoist, we want to go as well. Can we travel together?"
"Of course. We're all friends."
"But Senior, could you give me the admission ticket? This thing is the only token proving my identity. Without it, I can't get in."
After speaking, Nangong Xuanyi stared fixedly at the white card in Zhang Ling'er's hand.
"Here."
Zhang Ling'er flipped two fingers, and the small white card arrived in Nangong Xuanyi's hand in an instant.
"Many thanks, Senior."
Only after putting away the admission ticket did Nangong Xuanyi finally let out a breath.
This time, it was settled.
The great stone weighing on his heart had finally fallen to the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Ye Lin, I can tell from your words that your purpose is very clear. The Bloodthirst Essence—forget us, even Quasi-Sage mighty figures covet it."
"Such a supreme treasure can only belong to first place. Could it be that Fellow Daoist Ye Lin is truly that confident?"
High in the sky, Nangong Xuanyi turned to look at Ye Lin.
From the moment they had met until now, he had sensed an exceedingly strong sense of purpose in Ye Lin's tone.
The person before him was participating in the Shenluo Conference entirely for the Bloodthirst Essence.
Even he had no confidence whatsoever in taking first place.
"If I