What excited Sun Fei even more was that, as he expected, after completing this mission, the fifteen Barbarian Warrior who had reached the Great Sun-Rank Venerable realm, just like the two times he had completed this mission in the normal and Nightmare Difficulty worlds before, became Sun Fei's Summon warriors.
This is a reward that didn't exist in the computer games of his previous life. It means that Sun Fei can get one Summon opportunity per day to Summon these fifteen Barbarian Warrior at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable. Each Summon lasts for fifteen minutes.
This was an extremely perverse reward.
Think about it, if Sun Fei wanted to, he could summon a bunch of his underlings at the Great Sun-Rank Venerable to Charge him at any time, and he could gang up on them as he pleased. This at least guaranteed that below the Blazing Sun Class Great Perfection, almost no one could be his match.
After completing this task, the daily game time limit was reached, and Sun Fei logged out of the Diablo World.
Upon arriving in the real world, Sun Fei did not relax at all. Following the instructions on the [ Purple Skill Of ], he began to hone his Spiritual Power.
Despite having Diablo World, Sun Fei never relaxed his strict self-discipline. Whenever he had time, he would pursue martial arts with an almost self-torturing attitude to improve his strength.
In fact, since transmigrating to the Azeroth Continent, Sun Fei has spent no more than five hours resting on average each day. The rest of the time, apart from handling some necessary national and political affairs and fighting against powerful enemies, is spent cultivating, cultivating, cultivating.
While the Diablo World is undoubtedly the primary reason for his current success, Sun Fei's own hard work is also an indispensable factor.
At the edge of the cliff on Martial Saint Mountain, Sun Fei's body seemed frozen in place, completely still.
All around was quiet, and time flowed by like water.
The night gradually faded from its deepest darkness.
Soon, the eastern sky began to lighten, and Saint Petersburg, which had been asleep all night, began to slowly awaken. At this moment, Sun Fei opened his eyes.
He opened his mouth and gently exhaled a breath of stale air, his expression showing slight fatigue.
Cultivating Spiritual Power is like forging iron. To forge a peerless sword, it requires countless hammer blows. Similarly, to make progress in Spiritual Power, one needs arduous and persistent cultivation. Speaking of which, both Sun Fei and Deisler are extremely talented in spiritual matters. Deisler's heroic bloodline allowed him to experience numerous hardships in the world while maintaining a pure heart. Sun Fei, on the other hand, is stronger than ordinary people because his soul has transmigrated and merged with the souls of his past and present lives, thus allowing him to progress extremely quickly.
Back in the thatched hut, after resting for a couple of hours, it was already broad daylight.
Just then, people came down from the mountain, and an imperial decree came from the palace: Emperor Yassin summoned the Guardian Martial Saint.
After a moment's thought, Sun Fei, dressed in a pristine white robe, led eight Martial Saint Mountain masters left behind by Krasic from Martial Saint Mountain. They descended the Martial Saint Mountain in a simple manner and strolled leisurely through the city towards the imperial palace.
About 500 meters from the palace, a group of people dressed in gorgeous clothes with indignant expressions suddenly rushed out from the side and surrounded Sun Fei and his group.
These people were of varying ages, ranging from Old Man with white beards to vigorous young men, and they blocked Sun Fei's path.
"How dare you! Who are you? How dare you block the path of the Martial Saint?" The guards of Martial Saint Mountain immediately went on alert and stepped forward to shout.
"My lord, please don't misunderstand. We are representatives of the people's will in the capital. We are citizens of the empire..." a middle-aged nobleman in his thirties quickly explained.
He wore a magnificent yet not extravagant purple robe, his complexion was fair, and he was clearly very well-maintained. He had three long black wisps on his chin, which had also been carefully trimmed and groomed. His whole person exuded an air of refined elegance, which gave people a sense of trust and friendliness. However, there was a very subtle and barely perceptible hint of sinister intent flashing deep in his long and slender eyes, which he carefully concealed.
The people following behind him were mostly dressed in gorgeous clothes and seemed to be of noble birth. Some had shifty expressions, some looked fearful, and some were eager to try. They stood behind the man in the purple robe, seemingly with something in mind, and lined up in a row, blocking Sun Fei's way.
"Citizens of the Empire?" Sun Fei's gaze swept across the faces of the crowd as he asked calmly, "Why are you blocking my way?"
"My lord, please forgive us for blocking Your Martial Saint's journey. We are deeply apprehensive. However, for the sake of the empire's future and Your Martial Saint, we had no choice but to do so," the man in the purple robe said with a friendly smile, introducing himself. "My lord, my name is Grant. Those who have followed me are all passionate and loyal men who care about the fate of the empire. We have gathered here specifically to ask Your Martial Saint for a favor regarding the future of the Zenit Empire."
As they spoke, a large crowd had already gathered around.
It was early morning, and this was a bustling area. Hearing the commotion, especially the news that the Martial Saint, King of Chambord, was nearby, many people who wanted to catch a glimpse of the Martial Saint gathered around.
Sun Fei frowned.
However, a barely perceptible hint of surprise flickered deep in the eyes of the purple-robed nobleman.
This scene was part of his calculations. The more people watching, the more advantageous it would be for him. He had studied some of the deeds of the King of Chambord and found that this young nobleman valued commoners very much. The more commoners he could attract today, the more beneficial it would be for the success of his plan.
"For the fate of the empire?" Sun Fei glanced casually at the purple-robed nobleman Grant, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Fine, then tell me, what is it that concerns the fate of the empire, something neither the imperial family nor I have noticed, that you must explain?"
Sun Fei's words were laced with sarcasm.
King Majesty the King had clearly guessed the group's intentions and made no attempt to hide his dislike for them.
The purple-robed man Grant, looked slightly embarrassed, but quickly recovered, maintaining a feigned sincere and friendly smile as he earnestly said, " Martial Saint, your talent is unparalleled, your brilliance is astounding. You are the second most talented person in the empire's history, and Chambord City has become a unique and formidable force within the empire in a short period of time. You made great contributions in the battle against the attack of D'Alessandro and his powerful followers..."
"Stop, what's the point of all that? Let's get down to business." Sun Fei yawned impatiently and waved his hand.
Grant choked, never expecting that this Martial Saint would disregard his image so completely in front of everyone. He gritted his teeth and said loudly, "Since that's the case, Martial Saint, please forgive me, then I'll be frank. Chambord City now boasts tens of thousands of elite troops and dozens of Moon Class experts. You, sir, are also a top-tier expert. Such power far exceeds the limits imposed by imperial law regarding the strength of vassal states. A strong subject and a weak ruler is extremely detrimental to the future stability of the empire. Even if you, sir, are wholeheartedly devoted to the empire, who can guarantee that your powerful subordinates will respect the imperial family? Therefore, today, we twenty-three of us, risking to anger you, Martial Saint, are desperately pleading with you to disband Chambord City, hand over your Moon Class experts to serve the imperial family, and eliminate this threat to the empire. You will remain the Guardian Martial Saint, incomparably noble. This way, both the Zenit Empire and you, sir, will benefit."
Second update.
There's more.