Chapter 881

Hearing Ying Zheng could not wait to pick up the mission jade tablet, focusing his spirit to sense it.

The moment he sensed it, he fell into a tranquil stillness.

In Orchid Pool Hall, countless high officials of Great Qin and spokespersons of the Hundred Schools of Thought all held their breath, not daring to make the slightest disturbance.

After a long while, Hearing Ying Zheng finally came back to his senses and sighed leisurely,

"The Qinglong Society truly is extraordinary! This mission, though, is quite decent."

The Great Qin ministers and the Hundred Schools of Thought all exchanged glances, not knowing what Hearing Ying Zheng was talking about.

Hearing Ying Zheng paid no attention either, holding up the jade tablet and asking Hearing Fusu,

"Fusu, you stopped me just now—was it because of this mission?"

"Exactly!"

The reason Hearing Fusu had stopped him without regard for propriety was truly because the Qinglong Society's mission was too difficult.

To slay every supreme Mythical Realm expert in another world—what kind of monumental difficulty was that!

At such a critical juncture for this mission, how could one casually dispatch the chief guardian of the nation, Yin Zhong, Great Qin's top-tier combat force,

just for a mere Three Absolutes Divine Art, or the Sword Emperor's ultimate technique?

"But what benefit is there in completing this mission?"

Li Si jumped out once more,

"Great Heir, we are the Great Qin Imperial Court, the number-one imperial court under heaven.

Must we rush to complete the Qinglong Society's mission?

Where does this place Great Qin, and where does it place Your Majesty?"

Hearing Ying Zheng said nothing either, quietly watching and waiting for Hearing Fusu's rebuttal.

"Your Majesty!"

At this point, Hearing Fusu's voice suddenly rose several notches,

"Completing this mission is truly a tremendous benefit!

Setting everything else aside, as long as this mission is completed, divine-grade pills can likely be obtained."

"What? Does the Great Heir truly mean this?"

Chi Songzi, hearing Hearing Fusu's words, already knew the Qinglong Society had divine-grade pills and was somewhat shocked.

Now hearing that completing this mission alone could yield divine-grade pills, he was all the more utterly shocked.

After all, he himself was an alchemist, and Master Xiaomeng was a junior sister he cared deeply about.

Both publicly and privately, the lure of divine-grade pills for Chi Songzi was immensely great.

The other spokespersons of the Hundred Schools of Thought also showed looks of surprise.

The Great Qin ministers perhaps only thought divine-grade pills were simply one grade above immortal-grade pills.

But as martial artists and cultivators, these sect masters among them knew that divine-grade pills and immortal-grade pills were truly worlds apart.

One could say exchanging a hundred immortal-grade pills for a single divine-grade pill would not be a loss!

"I speak no idle words."

Hearing Fusu's voice rang out, firm and resonant.

He then publicly described to everyone the grandeur of the Qinglong Society's Pill Hall, Divine Weapon Hall, and Scripture Pavilion.

He then went on to mention Seeing Di Shitian personally leading everyone on a tour of the Divine Weapon Hall.

The first tier of the hall, packed full of earth-grade divine weapons, was naturally incomparably stunning.

The second tier, with its overflowing spiritual energy and the magnificent spectacle of heaven-grade divine weapons, was even more intoxicating.

When it came to describing the third tier, the people in Orchid Pool Hall had already held their breath.

But Hearing Fusu deliberately said the third tier was far from having the overflowing spiritual energy of the second tier.

The number of items displayed was also fewer than the second tier.

Just as everyone was puzzled, Hearing Fusu brought up the matter of Chahatai being mocked by an immortal-grade divine weapon called Qingming.

"Weapons can talk?"

Even though Hearing Ying Zheng had already stretched his imagination to the limit, he still could not understand why this immortal-grade divine weapon could speak.

After all, given Great Qin's foundation, it was not impossible for them to have a few immortal-grade divine weapons as national treasures.

For example, the He Shi Bi, though unranked, was in effect no less potent than an immortal-grade divine weapon.

Yet the He Shi Bi had never spoken either!

"Uh! Your son also finds it strange."

Being interrupted, Hearing Fusu had originally been rather displeased, but seeing it was his own father, he could only pause.

He then went on to say that in the third tier of the hall, the shrine-like object housing the immortal-grade divine weapons was actually a sword-stationing casket personally forged by the Grand Dragon Head.

The immortal-grade divine weapons within the sword-stationing casket even had hope of advancing to divine-grade!

"Personally forged by the Grand Dragon Head? Divine weapons can advance in grade?"

Most people drew a sharp breath.

In their understanding, let alone immortal-grade advancing to divine-grade.

Even an earth-grade divine weapon advancing to heaven-grade was extremely difficult.

In the understanding of these representatives of the Hundred Schools of Thought, such a thing was seen even more rarely.

Who would have thought the Grand Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society was terrifying to such a degree?

Forging such a sword-stationing casket, and placing an immortal-grade divine weapon inside gives it hope of advancing?

What does this mean?

Mass-producing divine-grade weapons?

"Is this true?"

Hearing Ying Zheng felt his hair stand on end as well. If the Great Dragon Head of the Qinglong Society was this powerful, then what was there left for Great Qin to talk about competing for dominion over the realm?

"Your Majesty, this son would not dare to speak a single word of falsehood. Master Xiaomeng can bear witness to my words."

Hearing Fusu could see the terror in Hearing Ying Zheng's eyes, but could only say helplessly.

"Your Majesty, what World Son Hearing Fusu has said is absolutely true."

Master Xiaomeng immediately confirmed.

"Very well…"

Hearing Ying Zheng sat back down upon the Long Yi, feeling only a sense of powerlessness.

So it turned out he had always believed there was hope of catching up to the Qinglong Society!

Yet they had already begun to mass-produce divine-grade divine weapons!

With that, what was there left to chase?

Fortunately, the Qinglong Society's intention this time seemed to be that they were willing to share out a portion of their divine-grade treasures.

Thinking of this, Hearing Ying Zheng immediately regained his spirit,

"You mean to say, as long as the task is completed, one can obtain these divine-grade treasures?

Including but not limited to divine-grade divine weapons and divine-grade pills?"

"Exactly!"

Hearing Fusu was stirred beyond words, and once more began to speak of the Qinglong Society's task system.

He said that as long as one completed a Qinglong Society task, one would earn task points.

With those task points, one could go to the Scripture Pavilion, the Pill Tower, or the Divine Weapon Hall to exchange for the corresponding treasures.

However, once one accepted a Qinglong Society task, failing to complete it meant death!

Hearing this, Li Si stepped forward once more,

"Your Majesty, this minister does not agree with Hearing Fusu's journey this time.

Our Great Qin is a great and majestic nation, the foremost dynasty under heaven.

How can we, for the sake of a mere trifle of profit, bow beneath the Qinglong Society's overbearing might and run errands for them?

What's more, there's that business of dying if one fails to complete the task.

This is truly going too far in bullying us!"

Li Si's words were not far off the mark.

The ministers of Great Qin, upon hearing this, some feeling a righteous fury, also leapt forth one after another to remonstrate.

Hearing Ying Zheng had originally thought he could obtain divine-grade treasures, and had even felt this task was rather decent.

But upon hearing that failing a Qinglong Society task meant death, he could not help but knit his brows deeply.