Immortal of the Nine Realms

Shi Zhan remained unconscious for roughly three breaths before waking up. He slowly rose to his feet and looked at the shocked gazes surrounding him. His face turned beet red. He wanted nothing more than to dig a hole and crawl inside it from shame. He even wanted to flee the Gale Valley Envoy Division overnight.

He had lost in one move. He could not even withstand a single strike from his opponent. Yet moments ago, he had arrogantly questioned whether the other party was qualified to be classified as an elite!

"That's enough." Overseer Luo stepped in to smooth things over. "You two return to the ranks. There have always been disparities in power between different divine abilities. If you wish to overturn that reality, then you must make yourselves stronger. A true powerhouse can turn even a grain of sand into a divine mountain capable of suppressing heaven, earth, and reincarnation!"

Shi Zhan's face became even redder, as though flames were burning beneath his skin.

After returning to the group, he kept his head lowered, desperately trying to adjust his mentality.

At the same time, Overseer Luo and the other overseers had already finished their discussion and publicly announced, "We will now send you to the Great Mang Warzone."

In the next instant, they jointly unleashed several streams of immortal essence into the plaza beneath everyone's feet.

The crowd watched in astonishment as ancient and mysterious patterns began flowing beneath them. The patterns seemed to come alive, surging out from the ground and lifting everyone into the air. Immediately afterward, the surrounding scenery began spinning violently. Some people felt dizzy and hurriedly steadied their minds. The strange sensation lasted roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea.

When the foggy disorientation finally faded, everyone discovered the scenery around them had completely changed. They had already left the Gale Valley Envoy Division and arrived at another unfamiliar plaza.

A dissatisfied voice rang out beside them.

"Only five hundred people? What exactly is the Gale Valley Envoy Division doing? Don't they know our Great Mang Warzone is in desperate need of reinforcements?!"

Everyone immediately looked over.

A young man with short crimson hair was glaring at them intensely, his dissatisfaction obvious beyond words. Beside him stood more than a dozen figures whose expressions likewise carried varying degrees of displeasure as they sized up the newcomers.

A plump divine ability cultivator laughed. "Boss, getting over five hundred people is already pretty good. If you hadn't cursed them out last time, they'd normally only send us one or two hundred. Everyone knows coming to the Great Mang Warzone means suffering and exhaustion. Most people leverage their connections to get transferred elsewhere or stay in the Envoy Division, enjoying a comfortable life. Who would willingly come here?"

This man's cultivation was not at the ninth transformation yet. He was at the Dao Fusion Realm.

Seeing this, Fang Chen immediately understood. The administrative level of the Gale Valley Envoy Division truly was not high. Correspondingly, the thirteen warzones it oversaw within the Luoxue Alliance could only be considered minor warzones. Otherwise, the people waiting to receive them would not merely consist of a single ninth-transformation cultivator and a group of Dao Fusion Realm cultivators.

"Forget it." The crimson-haired young man sighed before calmly looking at everyone present. "My name is Weng Lang. I am the commander of the Great Mang Warzone. Since you've come to the Great Mang Warzone, you should already know what that means. Don't think about saving yourselves by sacrificing others. If you harbor such thoughts, I can guarantee the first one to die will be you."

Weng Lang's sharp gaze swept across the crowd. Seeing everyone remain silent and composed, he nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad. None of you panicked. That means you are quite courageous already."

Pride appeared in everyone's eyes. Those capable of awakening divine abilities were already one in ten thousand existences. Naturally, they possessed courage.

Weng Lang looked toward the plump divine ability cultivator. "Old Fatty, your side suffered fairly severe casualties recently. I'll let you pick fifty people first."

The others exchanged glances but remained silent.

Old Fatty complained, "Boss, a few days ago we fought those bastards head-on. We suffered over a hundred casualties and nearly lost the mine vein. And now you're only giving me fifty people?"

Weng Lang rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming. "Then eighty. No more than that. The other areas need manpower too."

Hearing him, Old Fatty helplessly looked toward Fang Chen and the others.

"Among you, are there any elites?"

Swish, swish, swish!

Several hundred gazes instantly landed upon Fang Chen and the other four elites.

"Five elites? That's not bad," Old Fatty muttered softly.

After a moment, he smiled and said, "You five, come out."

"Old Fatty, you're going too far."

"You can't play like this. Taking all five elites for yourself? On what basis?"

"Boss, do something about him."

Weng Lang's subordinates immediately began protesting against Old Fatty.

"You can only take one. Pick quickly. I don't have time to waste here."

Weng Lang said coldly, "Only one? That's a little too few..."

Old Fatty grumbled before smiling at Fang Chen and the others.

"You five, what divine abilities did you awaken? Show them off to us right now."

The other four subconsciously glanced toward Fang Chen and hesitated to display their abilities.

Old Fatty immediately sensed something.

His gaze landed upon Fang Chen, his eyes shining. "You. Show yours first."

The moment the Azure Lightning appeared within Fang Chen's palm, Old Fatty immediately shouted before anyone else could react. "You're the one I want!"

As for the other four, he no longer cared to look at them, lest someone steal Fang Chen from him.

Lightning divine abilities were highly sought after in every warzone!

Weng Lang was surprised by Fang Chen's divine ability. "So it really is a lightning divine ability..."

His subordinates once again stepped forward to argue with Old Fatty over Fang Chen, only to be suppressed by Weng Lang.

"When I say one, I mean one. If Old Fatty gets first pick, then he gets first pick."

Old Fatty grinned. "Many thanks, Boss."

After that, he selected the other seventy-nine people.

When Shi Zhan saw the other party pick person after person without even glancing in his direction once, he immediately panicked. He proactively stepped forward. "My lord, choose me."

"Choose you?" Old Fatty chuckled and looked Shi Zhan up and down. "Why?"

"I-I'm stronger than all of them!" said Shi Zhan, hurriedly unleashing his divine ability.

Rolling flames burst outward.

His cultivation was truly higher than the average Awakening Realm divine ability cultivators by a noticeable margin.

Old Fatty's eyes lit up. "Good. You're chosen."

Shi Zhan suppressed the joy in his heart and deliberately maintained a calm expression as he said to Fang Chen, "Daoist Zhou, please guide me well in the future."

Fang Chen nodded. "Mhm."

Old Fatty immediately understood what was happening and felt quite amused. So the kid just wanted to follow this fellow. Looks like this guy really is quite powerful.

After finishing his selections, he bid farewell to Weng Lang before taking Fang Chen and the others away through the air.

"Let me explain the situation on my side. I'm responsible for guarding a spirit mine vein and constantly have to deal with harassment from trash like the Flame Race. There are small battles every three days, major battles every ten. If you perform well, I'll let you officially join the Luoxue Alliance early and start receiving your salary. But if you perform poorly, then just wait. Maybe after ten years or eight years, you still won't earn a single spirit stone."

Old Fatty laughed loudly after he was done.

Everyone was startled.

Shi Zhan immediately asked, "What counts as performing well?"