The courtyard gate shut with a dull thud.
A faint light rose from the formation, completely shutting out the sinister gazes of Lei Xiao and his men.
"Brother Lin, are we really not going to the trading district?" Qin Chuxia tossed the Storage Bag in her hand, her rose-red ponytail drooping listlessly. That kick had felt great, but being cooped up in the courtyard was boring.
Chen Lin turned around, swept his gaze over the nine people in the courtyard, and said calmly, "No."
"My lord, are you worried the Black Flood Dragon Squad will ambush us on the way?" A trace of apprehension flashed in Heavenly Hatred True Lord's aged eyes.
"He's a late Void Refinement cultivator who's spent who knows how many years in this recruit camp. He must have a trump-card magic treasure. With the spirit-suppressing formation in the residential district, he can only pit his physical body against mine." Chen Lin sat down beside the stone table, tapping its surface lightly. "But outside the residential district, there's no formation to suppress him. Once laws and divine abilities come into play, killing him won't be difficult for me, but protecting all nine of you Divine Transformation cultivators in the chaos will be."
Everyone fell silent.
On the Myriad Worlds Battlefield, Divine Transformation cultivators truly did not even qualify as cannon fodder.
"I don't like being watched, and I don't like leaving threats unresolved." A glimmer of gold flashed deep in Chen Lin's eyes. "During these two days off, we're not going anywhere. We'll spend all our time improving our strength. Once your cultivation rises, we'll have the run of this recruit camp."
"But, my lord..." Changqingzi looked bitter as he pointed at the mountain of mid-grade spirit crystals inside the room. "The origin essence in these mid-grade