His words were not relayed.
In this way, the Advanced Psychic who obtain the Spirit Weapon will not only be besieged by the Church of Justice, but also intercepted by the Zhou Family.
It's not just these two sides; there are other forces involved.
It's easy to imagine how dangerous their situation was.
Actually, he agreed with one point the old man in black robes made.
With such talent, such a rising star, and the strongest backbone of the future, it can be said that he will surely be able to shoulder the mission of protecting the Great Xia.
What was Yan Tianyang thinking? How could he bear to let such a genius come in and take such a risk?
And then there's his Brother Thigh, who knows perfectly well that the secret realm is restricted by rules, and that the strength of Advanced Psychic would be suppressed, especially since the opponent is only at the Middle-Stage Second Rank.
This is like sending a wolf king, whose neck hasn't even matured, straight to the jaws of a tiger!
Just as Zhou Lingxing extremely anxious, Zhou Chuan finally finished speaking his last sentence.
"He was... was severely wounded by Pseudo Spirit Weapon shot by the Holy Son of the Church of Justice..."
At this point, I completely fainted.
Zhou Lingxing's mouth gaped open instantly, his face turning deathly pale.
Zhou Chuan's words kept echoing in my mind.
Pseudo Spirit Weapon!
Seriously injured!
Glug!
He swallowed hard.
At the same time, the Crazy Old Man's instructions and his own solemn promises echoed in his mind.
He said he would absolutely protect Brother Thigh's apprentice and not let him lose a single hair.
Before the person even appeared, they were told that he had been wounded by Pseudo Spirit Weapon.
That's Pseudo Spirit Weapon!
Although it is only a one-time use item and cannot be completely compared to Spirit Weapon, it still has about 70-80% of its power.
Within the secret realm, unable to utilize his advanced Psychic Power, he was wounded by Pseudo Spirit Weapon, relying solely on his Middle-Stage Second Rank physical strength...
hiss--
Zhou Lingxing gasped deeply; he dared not imagine anything further.
The situation was urgent, and he didn't dare to delay for even a moment, so he immediately made a phone call.
Yan Tianyang was listening to several subordinates report on their work. His cold and stern expression remained unchanged, as if nothing in the world could touch his heartstrings, giving people the impression of a calm and composed demeanor that would not change even if Tarzan collapsed in front of him.
Wei San, on the other hand, seemed distracted, as if he was thinking about something else.
Yan Tianyang noticed and turned to look at him.
"Did you get distracted?"
Wei San's thoughts were instantly pulled back, and his face showed a hint of fear and trepidation.
"I'm sorry, Yan Shuai, I was indeed thinking about something else just now."
Yan Tianyang raised his hand, indicating that there was no need for him to be so nervous.
"Thinking about the Zhou Family?"
Wei San breathed a sigh of relief and nodded, "So much time has passed, I wonder if Jiang Fan has obtained the Spirit Weapon yet?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Tianyang picked up the teacup on the table and took a slow sip.
I knew you were thinking about this; there's really no need for it.
Wei San didn't quite understand what this meant.
"Is there absolutely no need for that? You have such confidence in Jiang Fan that you think he'll definitely be able to obtain the Spirit Weapon?"
"He's a Spirit Master; if he hides in a lowly place, wouldn't he be able to steal something if he wanted to?" Yan Tianyang countered with a question instead of an answer.
A bead of sweat trickled down Wei San's forehead as he mentally grumbled, "First you made Jiang Fan steal other people's Qi and Blood Raw Stone, and now you're expecting him to steal Spirit Weapon. You're ruining a perfectly good Spirit Master."
Of course, he only complained; he wouldn't dare say it out loud.
"Aren't you worried that after Jiang Fan steals the Spirit Weapon, he will be besieged by the Church of Justice, the Zhou Family, and other forces?"
"What am I worried about? He's not my apprentice. The one who should be worried is Master Li."
Yan Tianyang's expression remained calm and composed, brimming with confidence and shrewdness.
"Given the relationship between Master Li and Zhou Lingxing, and based on my understanding of Master Li, it's no exaggeration to say that Master Li dotes on Jiang Fan like his own grandson. How could he possibly be at ease letting Jiang Fan face so many hostile forces alone inside? Do you think he could restrain himself from contacting Zhou Lingxing?"
After hearing this, Wei San finally understood why his commander wasn't worried at all.
"Can--"
Wei San then thought of something and continued, "Even if the Zhou Family is willing to help Jiang Fan, swords have no eyes, especially the Church of Justice, whose foundation is immeasurable. What if that so-called Holy Son of the Church of Justice is carrying some incredible magic weapon? Wouldn't Jiang Fan be in danger? After all, Jiang Fan's talent is superior to Ye Qizhen's. If something unexpected happens to him, it will be a great loss to our Great Xia."
Wei San could think of, Yan Tianyang could naturally think of as well.
"Actually, I had the same concerns before sending Jiang Fan. But a gem needs to be carved to become a work of art, Jiang Fan himself was willing to take the risk. Besides, there was no one more suitable than him. I think if I had another chance to choose, I would definitely not regret it."
Yan Tianyang spoke firmly, his resolve unwavering.
This has been his guiding principle since becoming the commander of the Divine Wind Camp: once he makes a move, he has no regrets.
It was Yan Tianyang's inherent arrogance and composure that made Divine Wind Camp in the Shenfeng Battalion submit to him!
"Buzz buzz--" The phone vibrated.
Wei San took out his phone and, after seeing the caller ID, immediately looked at Yan Tianyang.
"Connect, put it on speakerphone."
Yan Tianyang understood and gave the instructions.
"Yes."
Wei San immediately answered the call and put it on speakerphone.
"Patriarch Zhou Family, what's the situation now? Who took the Spirit Weapon?"
"It was your people who seized the Spirit Weapon."
Upon hearing this, Yan Tianyang and Wei San exchanged a knowing glance and smiled.
However, Zhou Lingxing's next words caused their expressions to change drastically.
"However, the Advanced Psychic sent by Yan Shuai was injured by the Pseudo Spirit Weapon of the Holy Son of the Church of Justice, and I heard that he was seriously injured."
Yan Tianyang's pupils suddenly narrowed, and he snatched the phone from Wei San's hand.
"What did you say?!"
Zhou Lingxing recognized Yan Tianyang's voice immediately, but something about the other person's tone felt off.
"Speak! Did you just say 'Advanced Psychic '?!"
The sudden rise in volume gave the illusion that it came from the depths of hell.
Upon hearing Zhou Lingxing couldn't help but shudder, and at the same time, the strange feeling grew stronger.
"Yes, yes, Advanced Psychic... Wasn't he sent by you?"
Yan Tianyang suddenly looked at Wei San, only to see Wei San's jaw drop in shock.
They weren't stupid, nor would they be delusional enough to believe that the Advanced Psychic Zhou Lingxing referring to was someone else.
Spirit Master aren't exactly common, so the Advanced Psychic Zhou Lingxing mentioned earlier must be Jiang Fan.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Tianyang took a deep breath.
"The disciple Master Li has taken on this time possesses talent that is unprecedented and likely to remain so. In history, perhaps only that one Legendary-Level Psychic can be compared to him."
Wei San couldn't refute this statement in the slightest.