SSS-Rank 10x Reward System: Accepting Disciples to Live Forever Chapter 225: Wang Chen threat

An important task... for ?

Fang Zhirou’s eyes widened as if soone had just told her she was about to ascend on the spot.

For a brief mont, her mind went completely blank.

The legendary Phoenix and Dragon Dojo Master...

Had a task.

For her.

Shock ca first.

Then, like a delayed wave crashing against the shore, nervousness followed.

Her small hands clenched tightly over her knees.

The Dojo Master was not soone who joked about such matters. If he said sothing was important, then it carried weight far beyond her understanding.

Which ant—

If she failed...

Her thoughts imdiately spiraled downward.

Would he kick out of the dojo...?

The idea struck her like a bolt of lightning.

Her breathing grew uneven.

Her imagination, as unreliable as ever, began painting increasingly tragic outcos.

Wang Chen, sitting across from her, watched the girl’s expression change every second.

His lips twitched uncontrollably.

What exactly was going on inside this girl’s head?

He hadn’t even explained the task yet, and she already looked like she was preparing for exile.

At least let speak first...

Seeing the poor girl practically scaring herself to death, Wang Chen decided to stop wasting ti.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone turning casual.

"Little Zhirou... have you ever heard the tale of the legendary warrior—Zenith Emperor?"

The mont those words were spoken, Fang Zhirou blinked.

Confusion flickered in her bright eyes.

What kind of question was that?

Of course she had heard of him.

Every child had.

It didn’t matter whether one was born into wealth or poverty—stories of the Zenith Emperor were practically a part of childhood itself.

Tales whispered before sleep.

Legends that stirred the blood.

The emperor who had once stood alone against the entire Upper Realm.

Just thinking about it made her small heart beat a little faster.

She nodded quickly.

"Good."

Wang Chen’s voice remained calm, almost storytelling in tone.

"According to the legends... on the day the Zenith Emperor was born, his comprehension shocked the nine domains."

"He understood all the laws of the world in a single day."

Fang Zhirou nodded again, her earlier fear montarily forgotten.

Of course.

That was the most famous part of the legend.

Seeing her reaction, a faint smile appeared on Wang Chen’s face.

Then he asked,

"But do you know how he achieved such a feat?"

This ti, Fang Zhirou didn’t hesitate at all.

Her eyes lit up instantly.

"I know! I know!"

She raised her hand high into the air like an overexcited student desperate to answer a question.

Energy practically radiated from her.

Wang Chen gestured lazily.

"Go ahead."

"He comprehended everything while still inside his mother’s womb!"

Fang Zhirou declared proudly, her voice filled with confidence.

Wang Chen nodded.

"Correct."

A hint of approval flickered in his eyes.

It seed this little troublemaker wasn’t entirely hopeless.

After learning about the Zenith Emperor, Wang Chen himself had grown curious.

He had spent ti gathering fragnts of information from across the world, piecing together myths, stories, and scattered legends.

He had even gone so far as to ask Eternal Dream about it.

But her response had been...

Unexpected.

"Zenith Emperor?" she had said.

"I’ve never heard of him."

At the ti, Wang Chen had almost laughed.

The idea that an existence like her didn’t know such a famous figure sounded ridiculous.

After his rise had sothing to do with Dragon race legacy.

And yet...

For so reason, he had chosen to believe her.

Which only made the mystery deeper.

Returning to the present, Wang Chen’s gaze shifted slightly.

With a casual motion, he retrieved the dragon egg from his inventory.

The mont it appeared—

The atmosphere in the room subtly changed.

A faint, ancient aura spread outward.

It wasn’t overwhelming, but it carried a quiet, undeniable presence.

Fang Zhirou’s reaction was imdiate.

Her eyes locked onto the egg.

Completely.

Like a cat spotting a fluttering butterfly, her entire attention was captured in an instant.

She couldn’t look away.

There was sothing about it.

Sothing irresistible.

The natural charm of the dragon race was not sothing ordinary beings could easily ignore.

Even without hatching...

Even without revealing its true form...

The egg itself carried a silent authority.

A quiet allure that drew the gaze of all who looked upon it.

"Legend has it... when the Zenith Emperor was still in his mother’s womb, his mother—an illiterate woman—would visit an old Daoist temple every day, just to listen to sermons."

Wang Chen’s voice was calm, almost casual, as if he were recounting nothing more than an old bedti story.

Then his gaze shifted slightly, landing on Fang Zhirou.

"So your task is simple."

A faint pause.

"I want you to hold this egg... and read aloud every book in the library."

The words fell lightly.

But to Fang Zhirou—

They landed like a thunderbolt.

"But...!"

Her eyes widened once again, this ti not with excitent, but with pure disbelief.

Every book?

Out loud?

Her small face turned pale.

Reading even a single book from the dojo’s library was already an exhausting task for her. The scriptures were dense, filled with strange concepts and unfamiliar words that made her head spin.

And now—

She was supposed to read all of them?

Her lips trembled slightly.

Wang Chen didn’t even need to guess what was going on in her mind.

With a small flick of his wrist—

A clover appeared in his hand.

It floated gently in the air, swaying slightly as if alive.

Seven delicate leaves spread outward, each one shimring with a faint, almost unreal glow.

"Take this."

His tone remained indifferent.

"It will prevent spiritual exhaustion."

The mont the clover appeared—

Fang Zhirou’s pupils shrank.

Her eyes turned clear.

Crystal clear.

Just looking at it...

Her mind felt lighter.

Sharper.

Her understanding of the world seed to deepen ever so slightly, as if a thin veil had been lifted from her perception.

She sucked in a sharp breath.

Clovers.

They were legendary treasures known for expanding a cultivator’s spiritual capacity. So even used them to form their Sea of Enlightennt.

The number of leaves determined their rank.

The highest she had ever heard of...

Was a three-leaf clover.

And now—

She was staring at one with seven leaves.

Her mind went blank.

A divine treasure...

This was no ordinary item.

This was sothing that countless cultivators would fight and die for.

And yet—

The Dojo Master had casually handed it to her.

Fang Zhirou’s expression slowly turned serious.

All traces of her earlier fear vanished.

Carefully, she reached out and accepted both the egg and the clover.

Her small hands wrapped around the egg gently, as if she were holding the most precious treasure in existence.

The seven-leaf clover floated up and attached itself lightly to her forehead, its glow faintly illuminating her face.

The entire scene looked both comical...

And strangely adorable.

Wang Chen watched her as she turned and left.

His gaze followed her small figure all the way until she disappeared from sight.

Then he let out a quiet sigh.

"Now..."

"...ti to deal with this worried, overthinking dragon."

Almost imdiately, Eternal Dream’s voice echoed in his mind.

"Senior, what is the aning of this?"

Her tone carried clear frustration.

"How can simply listening to words allow him to comprehend anything?"

The faint entitlent hidden in her voice caused Wang Chen’s expression to turn cold.

The temperature in the room seed to drop.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a sharp edge.

"The fact that I’m doing even this much is already generous."

A pause.

Then—

"After the way you tried to manipulate inside the inheritance space..."

"Not killing you outright is already rcy."

Each word fell like ice.

"Do not mistake my restraint for weakness."

His gaze grew colder.

"With a single flick of my finger, I can erase the dragon race completely."

"You would do well to rember that."

Silence.

Eternal Dream’s long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The threat was not hidden.

It was naked.

Absolute.

Her heart sank as if falling into an endless abyss.

Never—

Not even in her longest lifeti—

Had she imagined that she, the proud Dragon of Eternal Dream, would be spoken to like this.

If it had been anyone else...

She would have laughed.

Dismissed it.

Crushed them.

But not him.

Not Wang Chen.

In the end—

She could only grit her teeth...

And remain silent.