Blood Sea Secret Realm

Before the grand, mountain-like Spirit Value Hall, crowds flowed endlessly. The bright light gate constantly swallowed and released figures entering and leaving.

This was Mu Chen's third time here. The first time, he had bought a Spirit Soul Pill; the second, a Rongtian Pill. Each visit had brought him considerable gains.

After entering the hall, he flew straight toward the platform in midair and turned his gaze toward the white-haired old man.

Mu Chen had come here three times, and all three times, he had found the old man sprawled over the counter, dozing off.

The senior sisters at the Mission Hall were much more dedicated. Not only did they greet people with smiles right away, they even helped recommend missions. This old guy just slept on the job... Mu Chen grumbled inwardly.

He stepped forward and tapped the tabletop three times with his finger.

"Sir."

The vibrations through the wooden board carried far more efficiently than sound through the air, instantly startling awake the old man, whose ear had practically been pressed against the counter.

"Who is it?"

The old man seemed to still be grumpy from waking up, and his tone was far from pleasant.

When he saw Mu Chen, he raised an eyebrow. He vaguely remembered this young man who had come with a girl from the Luo God Clan last time, and said irritably, "Didn't I tell you? Don't bother me for anything under one million spirit value points. Go operate the crystal pillars in the back yourself."

Mu Chen smiled. "How could I forget? But this time, it's something worth more than one million spirit value points."

"Hm?" The old man became somewhat interested. Not many people could afford to spend one million spirit value points, and even fewer were new students.

His attitude grew