’Just how many people have a problem with ...’ Su Chen muttered to himself.
This Interstellar Society was a mixed bag.
The descendant of so powerhouse with diocre Talent might hear his na and casually throw in a few tens of millions of Star Coins just to feel better about themselves.
As for those with good Talent, they were even more likely to add to the pot.
’What was that website called again?’ Su Chen tried to recall. He thought it was called "Dark Flower," but he didn’t know the specific address.
After a mont of thought, he opened his chat with Wan Chen and sent a ssage.
A mont later, a reply ca through with a URL, followed by another ssage: "You need a referral to register."
’I need a referral... They’re really playing up the mystery.’ Su Chen clicked the link, naturally using the Bronze Sect’s network. A line of large text appeared on the dark-thed website—
"UNOFFICIAL CHANNEL. BROWSING ONLY."
’Where would the official network for an organization like this even be?’ Su Chen wondered. He could only browse the site; the page was sparse, with just a single search bar.
Su Chen typed his na into it. A large headshot of him imdiately popped up, with a number next to it that was updating in real ti.
"Hm?" He was a little surprised. ’Why is it going down?’
The number scrolling next to his headshot wasn’t increasing; it was decreasing.
"Well..." Su Chen stroked his chin, lost in thought. ’News really travels fast.’
The news that he’d been acknowledged by the Ancient King Stele must have gotten out. He was no longer just so lucky kid from a Desolate Planet.
This news had clearly caused so people to have a change of heart and cancel their bounties.
"Tsk..." Su Chen found it fascinating. He then typed in the nas of the other two Star Seeds, Shen Yi’an and Wei Zhenghong. They had bounties too, but the amounts were only in the tens of millions—quite low.
Star Seeds like them almost never left the Sect’s territory except for major events. Trying to kill them was next to impossible.
Bounties like these were probably just symbolic gestures from people with deep-seated grudges, a way for them to vent their frustration.
He figured his own bounty would eventually drop to a similar level. Then, Su Chen typed in Qing Cang’s na.
The string of digits that appeared nearly gave him a heart attack. ’Over ten billion...’
Soone like Qing Cang actually went out often. If a Morning Star Tier expert made a move, killing him wouldn’t be impossible.
’The organization behind this website is no joke. Even if the bounties are just symbolic, they’re placed on Star Seeds, and even a disciple of an Ancient King...’
His curiosity satisfied, he closed the website, pondering when he might be able to register. It could co in handy soday.
’No rush on that...’ His thoughts circled back to the present. ’To enter the Nether Realm, I have to anchor it first. Otherwise, it’s all a waste of effort.’
’I wonder what the Nether Realm will be like once it’s anchored.’
First things first. After familiarizing himself with his new ho, Su Chen took a Flying Device off the Floating Island and returned to Copper Heart.
’Spirit Hall... Spirit Hall...’
Su Chen consulted a map, making turns here and there. Over ten hours had passed since he was acknowledged by the Ancient King Stele.
The people he passed gave him curious looks, but they all greeted him kindly. At the sa ti, he no longer attracted the constant, unrelenting stares he had before.
It ant that the topic of Su Chen becoming a Star Seed was settled. He had proven himself worthy of the position.
Finally free from the constant scrutiny, Su Chen felt much more at ease. He returned the greetings he received along the way and soon arrived at his destination.
It was a building near the core area, not a conventional high-rise but sothing that resembled a grand hall.
He hadn’t been inside for long when a vaguely familiar middle-aged man approached him with a warm smile. "Sir... we et again."
"You’re... Steward Zhong?"
Su Chen vaguely recalled him. At the foot of the Ancient King Stele, after the golden pillar of light had faded, this man was one of the few people standing right at the front. His na was Zhong Chengyu.
"You have a good mory, Sir..." Zhong Chengyu smiled. But just as he was about to say more, another voice cut in from the side, tinged with surprise and eagerness. "Junior Master Su, we et again! It must be fate."
Su Chen turned his head. His expression flickered. It was none other than Zhou Yunyang, one of the Stewards from the Artifact Hall. The man’s public scolding of Wan Chen had certainly left an impression on him.
Zhong Chengyu’s face stiffened. He shot Zhou Yunyang an annoyed look. By calling Su Chen "Junior Master," the old fox made him look disrespectful by comparison.
But Su Chen was simply too young. Not everyone could call him "Junior Master" as shalessly as Zhou Yunyang, who felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
"Steward Zhou," Su Chen acknowledged with a nod. Regardless of his personal feelings, these n were the real power in the Sect’s middle managent. In a way, they were the ones who actually ran things.
"No need for such formalities! Just call Yunyang," Zhou Yunyang said with a wave of his hand.
Su Chen was speechless. He looked at the man’s old face, a sh of wrinkles, now crinkled into a smile that resembled a chrysanthemum.
Many people in the main hall were straining their ears to listen in. Upon hearing Zhou Yunyang’s words, their faces couldn’t help but twitch.
’How does that old geezer have the gall to say that?’
Even Zhong Chengyu couldn’t stand it any longer and cut in, "Sir, are you here to select your profession?"
"Yes." Su Chen was eager to get back on topic. The Spirit Hall was, after all, the Bronze Sect’s repository of professions.
"Please, follow ." Zhong Chengyu started leading him upstairs, but after just a few steps, his brow furrowed. He turned his head and said irritably, "Why are you still here?"
"Junior Brother Zhong, what’s that supposed to an?" Zhou Yunyang said, feigning surprise. "The young Junior Master and I hit it off imdiately. Is it any of your business if I want to chat with him a bit more?"
Zhong Chengyu couldn’t be bothered to argue. The man was a shaless rogue, but he was protected by the glory of his ancestors. His lineage was dwindling, and if they ever made a real request, even the Hall Masters had to show them so deference.
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