Seventh Theater Command, Supply Battalion, an independent courtyard in Sector C.
The courtyard gate was tightly shut. Twelve isolating restriction array patterns lit up in succession, completely blocking any probing divine sense from outside.
Chen Lin walked up to the stone table in the center of the courtyard and flipped his wrist.
Clang.
Two magic treasures struck the bluestone tabletop: a dark yellow bronze mirror with Eight Trigrams dao patterns engraved on its back, and a crimson immortal sword that reeked of blood.
They were the belongings left behind by the two Earth Immortals slain by the True Immortal sword intent.
Yun Sheng's gaze settled on the Bloodshadow Sword, and her brow furrowed slightly. She cultivated the Azure Origin Sword Art, and her sword heart was clear. One glance was enough to see the resentment of tens of thousands of living beings sealed inside the sword. Its baleful qi was exceptionally heavy.
"Two lower-grade immortal artifacts." Chen Lin pulled out a stone stool and sat down, tapping his fingers against the tabletop. "The sword goes to Yun Sheng. Have Clear Wind cleanse its baleful qi with Southern Bright Flame before refining it. The bronze mirror goes to Qiu Ya. Together with what we bought at the Myriad Worlds Market earlier, we finally have a barely adequate means of protecting ourselves."
Song Qiuya nodded and put away the bronze mirror. Cool-headed and composed, she rarely wasted words.
"Chen Lin, this escort mission only comes around once a year." Qin Chuxia leaned closer, her rose-red hair brushing his shoulder, excitement shining in her eyes. "We just finished the Blackwind Pass run. Doesn't that mean the next ten months are paid leave?"
"More or less." Chen Lin nodded.
Serving as a grain transport soldier on the Myriad Worlds Battlefield meant a twenty percent