“The Third Young Lord of the Undead? He is also a Nephalem?”
Hearing both guests cast their votes for a Nephalem, the host, Huang Tianchen, could not help but feel a spark of curiosity.
Qian Youcai nodded and said slowly, “I have only known the Third Young Lord of the Undead for about a year, but this single year has shown me what it truly means to be a young hero.”
“Hahaha, with both Fellow Daoist Qian and Fellow Daoist Da Wu speaking so highly of him, I am looking forward to the upcoming matches even more.”
Huang Tianchen wanted to delve deeper into the topic, but at that moment, he received a voice transmission from Chen Xu.
He paused for a moment before immediately announcing, “Very well! According to the latest updates received by our station, the contestants have finished entering the arena. The Mythic Rank matches of the First Grand Assembly of Transcendents of the Myriad Worlds have officially begun! Please send in the livestream chat...”
...
After reading out a lengthy advertisement, Huang Tianchen assumed the role of the director, continuously switching between different camera angles of the matches.
“Since Fellow Daoist Qian thinks so highly of him, let us see how the Third Young Lord of the Undead performs.”
The screen focused on Chen Yan. Looking at the familiar face on the screen, Qian Youcai's lips curled up slightly, a hint of an inexplicable glint in his eyes.
Seeing this expression, Huang Tianchen grew even more curious. What kind of genius could make this favored disciple of the Crafts Sect look like this?
But only Da Wu, who also ran a company and possessed sales experience, understood what Qian Youcai's expression truly signified.
In their line of work, this was a patron, a VIP, a client—and the most formidable, lavish kind at that.
With this realization, Da Wu's curiosity was also thoroughly piqued.
To be regarded as a major patron by the current manager of the Myriad Crucible, he wanted to see just how wealthy this Third Young Lord of the Undead really was.
On the screen, Chen Yan swept his hands across each other. In the next second, a longbow and a quiver appeared in his hands.
Slinging the quiver onto his back, Chen Yan held the longbow in his left hand. With his right hand, he swiped across a bracelet on his left wrist, and a dagger exuding an aura of luxury appeared.
Next, Chen Yan's nose twitched slightly as he caught scents in the air. This was a hunting technique taught to him by Bone Guard Two.
After identifying the surrounding scents, a green light burst from the boots on Chen Yan's feet, dispersing a wave of wind elements. This was a wind-attribute buff spell built into his equipment. As for its effect—
Chen Yan vanished from the screen in the next instant, his destination unknown.
Fortunately, Miracle was in charge of tracking the footage. After a brief blur, Chen Yan reappeared in the center of the screen.
He was currently hiding inside a small cave. On the ground at the cave's entrance lay three stones radiating magical energy. These specially made magic traps were the signature skill of Bone Guard Four, which Chen Yan had also learned.
Hiding in the cave, Chen Yan began pulling items out of his storage bracelet.
As the seconds ticked away, the host, Huang Tianchen, watched with a face that shifted from calm to slight surprise, until his mouth finally fell wide open.
“Fellow Daoist Qian, just how much equipment did this Third Young Lord of the Undead buy from your Myriad Crucible? From just now until now, he has been pulling out equipment for a full thirty seconds, and he is still not done. And what is this spider-like puppet? A new product of your Myriad Crucible?”
“Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Huang, you are only half correct. Young Lord Chen is indeed a major client of our Myriad Crucible, but what he bought from us was not equipment, but raw materials for crafting equipment. Everything he is wearing, using, including that spider puppet, was forged by his own hands.”
“Oh! So he is also an artifact smith?”
Qian Youcai nodded. “And not just any ordinary artifact smith, but a master artifact smith capable of forging Dao artifacts.”
“What? A Dao artifact!”
This revelation instantly drew gasps of shock from both Huang Tianchen and Da Wu.
“Fellow Daoist Qian, you must be joking.”
Qian Youcai shook his head. “I speak nothing but the truth.”
...
Inside the cave, Chen Yan was unaware of what was happening in the livestream.
He had just finished assembling the spider puppet and was preparing to put together the next one.
Their father had promised them that whoever could secure a top-ten finish in the competition would have one of their small wishes granted.
For the sake of this wish, Chen Yan had made preparations early on.
During his year of exchange at the Myriad Crucible, he had barely rested, spending almost every waking moment by the furnace.
Thanks to the Myriad Crucible's vast warehouse of materials and its complete, high-quality production lines for basic materials, Chen Yan had forged a massive amount of equipment to arm himself. The spider puppet before him was just one of those creations.
As for the total number, Chen Yan would only say that his exclusive card registered with the Wanbao Pavilion had been maxed out twice. During that time, Boss had even come over in person twice to verify that it was indeed Chen Yan's own request and that he was not being swindled by the Myriad Crucible before lifting the spending limit.
As the darlings of the Land of the Undead, backed by the Lord of the Undead, Chen Xu, and the Final Dragon, Sindragosa, the Nephalem usually charged all their daily expenses to their exclusive Wanbao Pavilion cards.
Under normal circumstances, these cards would never hit their limit. The fact that his card had been maxed out twice showed just how massive Chen Yan's consumption was, and how many pieces of equipment he had forged.
This was also why Qian Youcai had worn that particular expression. Was there any second-generation youth in the world who spent more lavishly than the young lords of the Land of the Undead? Perhaps there had been in the past, but in the future, there likely never would be again.
An hour passed. Chen Yan remained holed up in the cave for the entire hour, finally finishing the assembly of his puppet army.
By now, Chen Yan looked completely different. He wore a handsome suit of dark armor that emitted a faint, eerie glow and a hint of an unholy aura.
The quiver on his back was stuffed full of arrows crackling with fire.
Most outrageously, every single arrow had actually reached the Mythic Rank—meaning every single arrow was a divine artifact.
Around his waist was a special belt, from which hung various small models of puppets in different shapes.
These were the puppet army he had prepared, but they were his trump cards, and Chen Yan had no intention of using them just yet.
“Everything is ready. According to what Uncle Bone Guard Two taught me, the next step is to find the prey, lock onto the prey, and then capture or kill the prey.”
Suddenly, Chen Yan raised his head and looked toward the distant cave entrance, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
“The rabbit has walked into the trap.”
Boom!
Bang!
Three violent magic explosions erupted in quick succession, blowing the guest who had accidentally triggered the traps off their feet.
Once the smoke from the magical explosions cleared, the spectators realized that the intruder was a minotaur.
As the darlings of the earth, minotaurs were naturally thick-skinned and fleshy, to say nothing of a Mythic Rank minotaur.
Yet, the traps this Nephalem had casually laid down actually managed to blast this Mythic minotaur into such a pathetic state. Its flesh was torn open, and its skin had even undergone a Maillard reaction.
“M-Mythic Rank trap magic!”
The minotaur lay on the ground, its head spinning as it mumbled a sentence.
It was not that it had failed to notice the traps at the entrance. As a darling of the earth, nothing on the ground could escape its perception.
However, it had not bothered to disarm them. Because while the earth bestowed upon them robust bodies, it had not gifted them with brilliant minds.
The minotaur had assumed that it could rely on its Earthen Body to ignore the traps at the cave entrance.
After all, the traps looked like they were merely meant for warning, so there should not have been any real danger.
Unfortunately, it was mistaken. The one who had laid the traps was a second-generation transcendent, and one of the absolute top tier in the Myriad Worlds.
As the minotaur lay on the ground, its body in full contact with the earth, the power of the earth surged continuously from the ground into its body, beginning to heal its wounds.
But in the next second, a whistling sound cut through the air.
Whoosh!
A rain of arrows shot out from the cave entrance.
Unable to dodge in time, the minotaur could only shield its head with its arms and hold its giant axe vertically before its chest.
Pfft!
The arrows effortlessly pierced through the minotaur's body, through the giant axe in its hands, and through the necklace symbolizing the Mother of Earth hanging on its chest.
Flame seared the minotaur's flesh from within, releasing wafts of enticing, roasted meat aroma.
Filled with resentment, the minotaur's fingers trembled violently as it felt the arrows piercing its body one by one. Right before taking its last breath, it wheezed out, “A-Are they... all divine artifacts?”
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