Xing Village.
Ren Ye had not wanted much contact with the other Blood Mark Bearers right at the outset. The reason was simple: the outer reaches of the Xingshan Emperor's Tomb were a Fourth Grade Secret Realm, while he was only at the third grade peak. He was already at something of a disadvantage competing against all those Heavenly Prides, and with Little One, that "lucky mascot," beside him, the pressure was naturally immense.
As the old saying went, never harbor ill intentions, but never let down your guard. Under the Emperor's Tomb's rules, where the conditions for killing were so explicit, the best policy was "don't talk to strangers."
But he had not expected this unfamiliar middle-aged man to recognize him as soon as he entered Xing Village.
Forced into this situation, he could only choose to make more money...
Ren Ye looked at the stranger and beckoned with his hand. "Hand over the star source and tell me what you want."
"Brother, please don't misunderstand. I really mean no harm." The middle-aged man wore ordinary plain clothes. With thick eyebrows, large eyes, and a square face, he looked very straightforward.
Standing before Ren Ye, he was sweating anxiously. "Are you stuck on the bronze coffin riddle too?"
"What about it?" Ren Ye did not answer directly.
"To tell you the truth, brother, I'm stuck there too. I've been puzzling over it for a whole day since entering the Secret Realm, but I genuinely haven't a clue." The honest-looking man turned his hand over and openly produced a sheet of yellow paper. "I recognize every word on here... but put together, I really don't understand them. Could you try solving it for me? If you can, I really can pay you three hundred thousand star source."
Ren Ye was