Chapter 756: Even a Single Word of Advice Is Enough for Them to Benefit

He deliberately stressed the words “mixed-blood,” with a gaze of superiority rooted in ancestral lineage.

These words pierced the hearts of every half-elf kneeling below, striking them with sudden pain and shame—yet none dared show the slightest discontent.

On the contrary, the more Li Chen displayed this arrogance and contempt born of “pure blood,” the more they felt inferior, and the more firmly they believed in the nobility and unquestionable status of his identity.

Only a true ancient pure-blooded monarch would treat descendants like them—with “impure blood”—with such disdain!

Watching their even more humble postures, Li Chen shifted tone, his voice tinged with weary indifference: “I have slumbered too long; my soul and power are severely depleted. I have only just awakened, and my strength is less than one percent of what it was. My immediate priority is restoring my cultivation and seeking out old allies—how could I possibly waste time on your trivial matters?”

As he spoke, as if to confirm his words—or perhaps because he was troubled by his own weakness—he inadvertently released a trace of his aura.

“Hum—!”

In an instant, a pressure far more condensed and terrifying than the one in the Corridor of Sighs erupted from him, sweeping outward!

Not aimed at anyone in particular, yet it made every powerful being within the castle—no, within the entire Silver Radiance City—feel, for a fleeting moment, the stilling of elemental forces and the faint warping of space!

It was as if an invisible primordial divine mountain had suddenly descended, crushing each heart—though it vanished in an instant, it was enough to leave all who sensed it pale with terror!

Lothema and every member of the Whispering Family were utterly stunned, their minds going blank!

That fleeting pressure—was that not even the High One’s peak power?!

Could it be, as he claimed, merely a minuscule fraction of his restored strength?

Then what manner of cataclysmic being was he at his full power?!

He might merely breathe, and stars would fall!

After shock came even fiercer fervor and submission!

Climbing high? No—this was a chance these humble descendants had never dared dream of: clinging to a colossal leg capable of lifting their entire race to the heavens!

Lothema instantly abandoned the idea of tricking Li Chen into becoming their tribal overlord—the gap was too vast, utterly unrealistic.

His only thought now was how to become the most loyal, most useful dog beneath this “colossal leg.”

He hurriedly pressed his forehead to the ground, voice thick with desperate humility:

“Your Radiance’s divine might is boundless—even unrestored, it is beyond our comprehension! It was Lothema’s arrogance to dare disturb Your Radiance’s sacred cultivation with mundane affairs! We dare not presume you will lead us—only beg for the chance to serve you as your loyal hound and steed!”

“Whatever you require—whether gathering intelligence, sourcing resources, or handling tasks too delicate for your hand—every member of the Whispering Family stands ready to brave fire and water, to die ten thousand deaths, if only we may aid your restoration in the slightest! That alone would be our supreme glory!”

His words were perfectly crafted: he lowered himself to the lowest possible stance, seeking only usefulness, never title or recognition.

Li Chen looked down at the half-elves, utterly cowed and desperate to prove their loyalty, and felt satisfied—yet his face remained the same reluctant expression: “I have no one else to rely on; I’ll make do.”

He fell silent for a moment, as if enduring a painful “decision,” then spoke softly:

“Very well. Since you are so earnest, and I do indeed need some hands to handle trivial matters, I shall temporarily accept your service.”

“Thank Your Radiance’s grace! Thank Your Radiance’s grace!”

Upon hearing Li Chen’s reluctant consent, Lothema and every member of the tribe felt as if freed from a death sentence, bowing repeatedly in ecstatic gratitude, their faces glowing with honor and awe.

Throughout it all, Sylvie and Bilodis knelt at the rear of the crowd, observing everything.