Qing Ming looked at Dao Xuan’s confident appearance, and a faint sense of unease stirred in his heart.

But since things had already reached this point, he could not back down.

"Fine! Then let's add a wager!"

"If my Qingfeng Sacred Ground loses, I am willing to offer ten Saint-Grade High Grade Medicinal Pills and one million High-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"What if your Taichu Holy Land loses?"

Qing Ming gritted his teeth and said.

Dao Xuan thought for a moment and said, "How about this? The stakes are too small to be interesting. The other wagers remain the same, but change the High-Grade Spirit Stones to Top-Grade Spirit Stones. If the Taichu Holy Land loses, we will give you the same, plus a bottle of Saint-Grade Top-Grade Medicinal Pills. How about that?"

"Deal!"

Qing Ming's unease grew even stronger at this moment; one million Top-Grade Spirit Stones was no small amount for the Qingfeng Sacred Ground, equivalent to a year's revenue from a large Top-Grade Spirit Stone mine.

Upon hearing this wager, Wu Qingshan became even more excited, as if the ten Saint-Grade High Grade Medicinal Pills and one million Top-Grade Spirit Stones were already in his pocket.

Not only could he avenge Lin Zhan, but he could also win so many good things—it was truly killing two birds with one stone!

"Qingshan, be careful."

Qing Ming couldn't help but send a voice transmission to Wu Qingshan, yet the response he received was Wu Qingshan's firm gaze.

At this moment, the unease in Qing Ming's heart diminished slightly.

Zhou Chen and Wu Qingshan did not dawdle and quickly walked to the Martial Arts Field arena stage.

"Zhou Chen! Prepare to die!"

Saint-Grade High Grade — Nine-Turn Soul-Extinguishing Blade!

Wu Qingshan roared, his entire body's Tenth-Realm Nascent Soul spiritual energy exploding instantly; clearly, he was holding nothing back.

Nine black blade radiances condensed instantly and slashed fiercely toward Zhou Chen!

In Wu Qingshan's view, his cultivation level was three minor Realms higher than Zhou Chen's, putting the advantage in his hands; this battle would be without suspense!

Seeing this scene, the other Taichu Disciples couldn't help but break into a cold sweat for Zhou Chen, as Wu Qingshan was, after all, quite famous in the Central Continent.

"Is that it?"

However, facing Wu Qingshan's attack, Zhou Chen didn't even move.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Chen waved his hand casually.

Bang!

A muffled sound rang out.

Wu Qingshan's figure instantly flew backward, slamming heavily onto the ground, blood spraying wildly from his mouth.

One move!

Just one move!

The dignified Saint of the Qingfeng Sacred Ground, a somewhat famous expert among the generation of Geniuses in the Central Continent, was killed in one move by Zhou Chen!

The Martial Arts Field fell silent instantly, followed by a huge cheer from the Taichu Disciples.

"The Saint is invincible!"

"Hahaha, the Qingfeng Sacred Ground is truly hilarious!"

"Serves them right! They didn't even bother to ask about our Saint's strength before daring to come to our doorstep!"

"The people of the Qingfeng Sacred Ground must have something wrong with their brains; no wonder they got killed by Saint Zhou."

"No… impossible!"

Wu Qingshan struggled to stand up, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You… you cheated! You definitely cheated!"

"How could a Seventh-Realm Nascent Soul kill a Tenth-Realm Nascent Soul in one move? This is impossible!"

Qing Ming was also too shocked by this scene to speak.

He stared wide-eyed at Zhou Chen, as if looking at a monster.

Just then, Chu Cangming walked over.

"I have to ask, is your Qingfeng Sacred Ground too poorly informed?"

Chu Cangming shook his head.

"Zhou Chen is now the new Saint of our Taichu Holy Land. His combat power is peerless; even I am no match for him."

"And you actually dared to come and challenge him?"

What?!

The new Saint?!

Qing Ming and Wu Qingshan were struck by lightning, completely stunned.

The Saint of the Taichu Holy Land, a position second only to the Supreme Elder of the Taichu Holy Land!

They actually ran over to challenge the Saint of the Taichu Holy Land?

If this isn't seeking death, what is?

"Leave… leave! Leave quickly!"

Qing Ming came to his senses, grabbed Wu Qingshan, and prepared to leave.

"Wait."

Dao Xuan said with a smile.

"Brother Qing Ming, the wager hasn't been fulfilled yet. Shouldn't you settle the bill first?"

Qing Ming's face turned pale, then green, and finally, he gritted his teeth and took out a Storage Ring.

"Here are ten Saint-Grade High Grade Medicinal Pills and one million Top-Grade Spirit Stones."

After speaking, he turned and left with Wu Qingshan without looking back.

"Keep these well; these are your spoils of war. Once matters here are finished, come find me in a while."

Dao Xuan took the Storage Ring with satisfaction and tossed it to Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen happily took the Storage Ring, his mood excellent.

Earning so many good things without any effort was even faster than robbery!

Watching the backs of the three from the Qingfeng Sacred Ground fleeing in a sorry state, the Disciples of the Taichu Holy Land erupted into thunderous cheers.

"Saint Zhou is mighty!"

"Saint Zhou is invincible!"

"May the Taichu Holy Land last for ten thousand years!"

Zhou Chen watched all this, a satisfied smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

This feeling of being worshipped seemed not bad at all.

—

Taichu Holy Land, Holy Master Hall.

As soon as Zhou Chen stepped into the hall, he felt an invisible pressure.

Dao Xuan sat upright on the main seat, his brows slightly furrowed, as if pondering something important.

"Disciple Zhou Chen greets Master."

Zhou Chen bowed respectfully.

Dao Xuan looked up at Zhou Chen, a trace of gratification flashing in his eyes: "Zhou Chen, you have come just in time. Sit; I have something important to discuss with you."

Zhou Chen sat down in a side seat, secretly guessing the purpose of Dao Xuan calling him.

"Zhou Chen, do you know what major event is about to happen in the Central Continent?"

Dao Xuan asked straightforwardly.

"This Disciple is dull; I ask Master to enlighten me."

Zhou Chen replied truthfully.

Dao Xuan took a deep breath, his expression becoming solemn: "The Central Continent Resource War is about to begin."

"Resource War?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Zhou Chen's eyes.

"That's right."

Dao Xuan nodded, "Every hundred years, the various Holy Lands of the Central Continent hold a Resource War to compete for the ownership of mineral veins, resource allocation, and the order of recruiting Genius Disciples from various regions for the next hundred years. For instance, in the Southern Region Grand Competition, the Taichu Holy Land's recruitment order is much earlier than the Yanhuo Holy Land's."

Dao Xuan stood up and paced slowly to the center of the hall.

"In this Resource War, all 108 Holy Lands of the Central Continent will participate without exception. The winner takes all, and the Holy Lands at the bottom might even have their titles as Holy Lands stripped away."

Zhou Chen was shocked; 108 Holy Lands participating simultaneously—the scale was indeed astonishing.

"Moreover," Dao Xuan continued, "this Resource War will be primarily participated in by the younger generation of each Holy Land. In other words, your strength will determine the fate of your respective Holy Lands for the next hundred years."

Such an important matter—no wonder Dao Xuan was so solemn, Zhou Chen thought to himself.

With the Resource War imminent, it seems the Opportunities of other sequences within the Taichu Holy Land will have to be put on hold for now; otherwise, it would be absurd if the cultivation levels of the other sequence Saints of Taichu were too low during the Resource War.

After all, they weren't any incredible Opportunities, so it wouldn't hurt to let them have them.

Zhou Chen made up his mind: if he was going to steal, he would steal the Opportunities of the sequence Saints from other Holy Lands!

"Master, I wonder where my current strength… stands."

Zhou Chen was a bit worried.

"I am very clear about your strength."

Dao Xuan waved his hand, "Reaching the ninety-ninth level of the Ascension Ladder and reaching the top of the Primal Beginning Exquisite Pagoda—such achievements are enough to look down upon your peers. However…"

Dao Xuan's tone shifted: "The Central Continent is full of hidden talents, especially the top nine Holy Lands; their strength is extremely terrifying. You must improve your strength as quickly as possible before the Resource War begins."

"This Disciple understands."

Zhou Chen nodded in agreement, "May I ask Master to inform me about the situation of those top Holy Lands?"

A trace of wariness flashed in Dao Xuan's eyes: "The one ranked first is the Wild Antiquity Sacred Ground, with a Legacy spanning hundreds of thousands of years and an unfathomable foundation. The second is the Tianji Holy Land, proficient in the art of deduction and mysterious."

"As for the third…"

Dao Xuan paused for a moment, "Heavenly Star Holy Land."

Hearing this name, Zhou Chen's heart stirred.

The token that the Saint of Heavenly Origin had left for him before was exactly what needed to be delivered to the Heavenly Star Holy Land.