As she finished speaking, even the woman herself was startled.
Two hundred and ten million battle merits—what did that represent? It represented that Yang Chen possessed an invisible fortune. This fortune alone would grant him supreme authority and status, comparable to those of someone in the Nirvana Stage!
Moreover, one had to know that even the exceedingly competitive War God Ranking only had a threshold of two hundred and ten million battle merits. Yet Yang Chen had already reached that threshold. At the Enlightenment Stage, he had accomplished something only Nirvana Stage experts who had been famous for years could achieve.
Yang Chen, however, was not particularly surprised.
Based on his battle merits, a normal distribution would have yielded roughly this number anyway.
After all, how many battlefields had he saved? Battlefields that Nirvana Stage experts could not intervene in—Yang Chen went there, settling a war wherever he went and driving back one race of foreign invaders after another. He had practically done what even those Nirvana Stage experts could not.
It was only natural that he be awarded these battle merits.
"I understand," Yang Chen said. "Thank you, miss, for coming to tell me this."
Hearing Yang Chen thank her, the woman's pretty face flushed red with excitement. She said softly, "Young Master Yang, there is no need to be so polite. Speaking of which, even Heavenly Venerate Situ was quite surprised that your battle merits exceeded two hundred million. He asked that you go see him."
Yang Chen nodded. "All right, I understand. I'll go find Heavenly Venerate Situ shortly."
"Then I shall take my leave first." The woman could not help stealing several more glances at Yang Chen, afraid that if she missed this chance, she would never get another.
After the woman left, Zhang Xuelian sighed