Bai Chi Ya Tou rarely sends messages.
A message sent out always means something big is about to happen.
Are you going to the Myriad Races Black Market to participate in that so-called Myriad Races Grand Tournament?
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows, a thought flashing through his mind, and replied:
[That's one of my ideas]
We, the martial artists, shall contend with the prodigies of Myriad Races.
The Dharma King scoffed, "Let's be frank, you just want Second Sister's Soul Orb, don't you?"
Qin Ze: "Superficial. Can the bond between my Second Sister sister and me be measured by Soul Orb?"
The Dharma King chuckled, "That might fool my Second Sister, but it's no fun fooling my brother."
A moment later, Zi Yue sent another message.
[I can't go; the Myriad Races Grand Tournament is a conspiracy by the four races.]
Qin Ze muttered to himself, "Just as I thought..."
The Second Sister's first reaction upon learning that he was coming to the Myriad Races Black Market was to tell him to get lost.
There's something fishy going on.
What do you mean by that?
My Second Sister is a riddle-maker; no matter how Qin Ze tried to get her to tell him, she wouldn't say anything.
Qin Ze's remaining connections with the Blazing Sun Clan are limited to Yan Miao, who is currently in a state of rest.
Zi Yue replied:
[I learned this from a friend in the Night Clan: the four clans gathered their most talented individuals together to carry out a dangerous plan.]
Qin Ze asked curiously, "You have friends among the Night Clan; you seem to have a wide network of connections."
Zi Yue replied almost instantly.
[We're just friends, we're not really dating.]
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth. Why did those words seem so familiar?
And girl, isn't there something you forgot to say?
[You and I are the ones who are really having fun]
Qin Ze nodded, feeling more comfortable.
[What exactly is this dangerous plan? Didn't you find out?]
He's very tight-lipped; no matter how much I ask, he won't say a word. I'm certain it has nothing to do with the Land of Origin.
Bai Chi Ya Tou specifically emphasized the Land of Origin to prevent Qin Ze from getting involved unnecessarily.
Qin Ze narrowed his eyes.
Rumors of the Myriad Races Grand Tournament had been circulating for some time, but the four races didn't personally participate to confirm it; they seemed to be hesitant at the time.
But what is it now that compels the four clans to be in such a hurry to hold the grand competition?
The image of the black and white Strange God flashed through Qin Ze's mind.
The answer seems obvious.
The girl who Bai Chi kept giving instructions.
In short, this is a huge problem. You absolutely must not go to the Myriad Races Black Market during this time.
[By the way, did you finish the Life Essence the clan leader gave you last time? I've accumulated some more; come and collect it now.]
Qin Ze smiled.
To prevent him from going to the Myriad Races Black Market, this girl brought out the Life Essence.
[I'm very protective of my life, so please save the Life Essence for me. I'm currently dealing with some things and can't get away for the time being.]
[Are you really not going?]
[I swear in the name of a sword cultivator, if I ever go to the Myriad Races Black Market, may my body and soul be annihilated.]
There's no need to make such a vicious oath.
Seeing that Qin Ze had made such a solemn vow, Zi Yue was temporarily relieved.
Qin Ze had a sudden thought and sent a message.
[Is the clan leader still in seclusion?]
[Yes, the departure date is to be determined.]
The four races must have invited the Spirit Clan to co-host the Abyss's First Martial Arts Tournament. Why did the Spirit Clan patriarch refuse?
[I'm going to practice my skills now! Next time you see me, I'll be a Level Nine master!]
[Go for it, expert! Save me a spot on your thigh!]
At the same time, the girl under the Spirit Tree glanced at her long, straight, fair legs beneath her skirt and scoffed, "I'm not leaving any for you."
Standing by the window, Qin Ze gazed at the underground city at night and couldn't help but sigh.
A storm is brewing.
Nowadays, all sides have their own ulterior motives, and many people even covet the body of the Pretty God.
Fortunately, the Pretty God is no longer a pawn that can be manipulated at will.
At worst, we can just flip the table over.
If the Pretty God can't play, then nobody should play!
Brother Devour asked, " The Myriad Races Black Market... Shall we go again?"
Before Qin Ze could answer, the Clown spoke first, "Of course we're going! The Circus isn't a cowardly troop. Knowing there are tigers in the mountains, yet still venturing into the tiger's den—that's our life motto!"
The ordinary clone said disdainfully, "You're after your Soul Orb, aren't you?"
"Stop talking about 'us' all the time. Who's 'us' with you? We're not in the same social class anymore. You said it yourself, A Zu."
The Clown chuckled, "No way! I was just talking nonsense before. Once a brother, always a brother!"
He needs to rely on these good brothers to perform the sacrificial ceremony if he wants to unleash his full power, so naturally he needs to cultivate good relationships with them now.
Qin Ze said calmly, "Of course I'll go. Firstly, to see my Second Sister; secondly, I want to see what the four clans are really up to."
Clown: "Yay! Time to sweep through the weekly dungeons again!"
The next morning, Qin Ze and the Grand Elder bid farewell.
The Grand Elder personally led a group of temple experts to see them off, and Zhenzhu was naturally among them.
The Grand Elder smiled and said, " The Sand Race will always be your friends. We wish you a safe journey."
The ceremonial team played the unique farewell music of the Sand Race.
Sha Zhenzhu, one of the team members, felt a faint sadness in her heart.
The sword cultivator is leaving so soon.
A thought suddenly popped into his mind: to go on an adventure with the senior sword cultivator.
Qin Ze walked through the procession towards the World Gate, paused in front of Zhenzhu, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Cultivate diligently; the power within you is beyond your imagination."
Upon hearing this, Sha Zhenzhu's eyes immediately lit up.
He straightened up and bowed deeply to Qin Ze: "I will heed your teachings, senior."
The elder who was accompanying Qin Ze frowned upon seeing this.
Qin Ze walked to the Abyss Gate and stepped across it without looking back.
In an instant, a deep sense of loss swept over Zhenzhu's heart.
The Grand Elder said in a deep voice, "From now on, you will be responsible for guarding the Land of the Gods behind the temple."
Sha Zhenzhu paused, taken aback.
That place is the closest to the Sand God, and it is usually guarded by the temple elders on a rotating basis. No matter how you look at it, it's not his turn to be a minor character.
Sha Zhenzhu replied solemnly, "Yes."
On the other side, Qin Ze sat cross-legged on the back of the Abyss Puppet, soaring high in the Abyss.
This is a trade route leading to the Myriad Races Black Market, where several spaceships can be seen shuttling through the clouds.
However, the Abyss Puppet flew much higher than the spaceship, so the merchant ships couldn't detect it.
Qin Ze murmured, "At this rate, barring any unforeseen circumstances, we should arrive at the Myriad Races Black Market in three or four days."
The clones were still discussing the scene of their parting.
"Good heavens, is Pretty God a succubus? That old Sha Zhenzhu's eyes are practically glued to her."
"To be fair, the Pretty God has the potential to be Preacher."
"That's outrageous! You didn't put a curse on that idiot, did you?"
"If you were the Sand God of the Sand Race, he would probably be the first to stand up and support you."
"..."
Qin Ze said calmly, "He was captivated by my powerful personal charm. You guys don't know anything."
A gentle breeze suddenly brushed past my face.
Qin Ze raised his head.
Where does the wind come from in the Abyss?