Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards

Before long, after finishing communications with the clan chief, Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber formally introduced Wang Zhifan to them. Wang Zhifan greeted each of them with courtesy, striving to leave the best impression.

Gradually, the atmosphere of their conversation became more amicable, and the topics they discussed were more aligned with current hot spots. Suddenly, the Mieyue Clan Chief frowned slightly and asked Wang Zhifan:

"Master Martial Venerable, I heard that your title was personally bestowed by the Mentor, so you must be more acquainted with him than we are. Is there any word from the Mentor regarding this conference? If it’s confidential, just consider that I haven’t asked."

Wang Zhifan immediately understood that this was a clan chief concerned with current affairs. He was less bothered about the clan’s young talents being wooed by outsiders and more concerned with major events closely related to the future of the Calamity Realm.

However, it’s clear that he asked the wrong person. Wang Zhifan wasn’t as familiar with the Mentor as he thought. Until now, he had only met the Mentor once and was not sure if it was the real person or a clone.

He then apologetically informed the other party that he did not know more than the three of them, and that Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, who was with him day and night, could attest that he had not received any special reception since arriving in Shuyue City.

"It seems I was overthinking..."

The Mieyue Clan Chief, who appeared somewhat weathered, nodded with understanding and then smiled and casually said to Wang Zhifan:

"Lord Martial Venerable, given the current situation, the Demon Realm is utterly mad. If demons invade on a large scale, the Calamity Realm will certainly face calamity, and small clans like us, the Mieyue, will be at great risk... If the situation becomes dire, please lend your aid. For this, Mieyue and Aotian thank you in advance..."

Saying this, he slightly bowed to Wang Zhifan, who was several generations younger than him, prompting Wang Zhifan to quickly raise his hand to lift him and promptly assure:

"Ao Tian Senior, there’s no need for this! I share a deep bond with Xi’Er; the Mieyue family is naturally my family too! As long as I have a breath left, I will do all I can to help the Mieyue Clan through the tribulation!"

This declaration can be seen as an explicit strategy from the other side; as long as Wang Zhifan doesn’t intend to sour his relationship with Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, he has to clearly state he will assist the Mieyue Clan at a critical time.

But Wang Zhifan himself made this statement not entirely for show. He was indeed prepared to look after the Mieyue Clan in the upcoming battle; otherwise, if his partner clan were wiped out by the demons, he wouldn’t have the face to face Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber again.

As for whether he had the capability or not, he was quite confident – not merely because of his personal strength but also because of the many powerful treasures he had, which came from various instances. Simply put, unless the Mieyue Clan was instantly annihilated by the Demon Realm’s main forces, he had ways to save them from peril.

Hence, Wang Zhifan’s initial meeting with the high-ranking members of the Mieyue Clan was fairly pleasant. They got to know each other, gained a general impression, and temporarily parted ways to interact with other people in the area.

At that time, Zhenxu and Huayangzi, who were separated from Wang Zhifan, were doing similar things.

Representing the Celestial Essence City’s Taoist sect forces, they mingled with various super innate cultivators at the pre-conference gathering place, both to gather potential minor intelligence and to exchange favors, ensuring more aid if their area were to suffer during the Demon Realm invasion.

As for why Wang Zhifan and Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber only focused on eating and didn’t do the same, the reason was quite simple: their network was too weak; they barely knew anyone.

A newcomer expecting others to offer help during a crisis? That’s wishful thinking.

Wang Zhifan, being an outsider by nature, basically knew no one.

Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, on the other hand, was too young, having only recently broken through to the super innate realm, and was not part of this circle before. Most of her time had been spent on diligent cultivation, so she wasn’t well-acquainted with the high-ranking members of various forces, knowing just slightly more than Wang Zhifan.

The two had just parted from the Mieyue top brass and had barely eaten much when they suddenly noticed some commotion in the wide garden area in the center. Upon closer inspection, they found a familiar figure already present, being actively engaged by various guests.

To be specific, it was Qingfeng, the paragon of the younger generation within the Confucian sect, making his entrance. Every appearance of his was marked by a large entourage, clearly understanding the art of making a grand entrance.

At this moment, Qingfeng, stylish with his feather fan and silk scarf, was amidst many super innate cultivators from all over, answering their questions, such as when the conference would start, what strategic plans the Mentor had, and how many reinforcements the Confucian Realm would send in the war.

Since he was asked these types of questions so frequently, Qingfeng chose not to respond individually repeatedly. Instead, he dismissed the people around him and made a public announcement loud enough for Wang Zhifan, who was leisurely standing in a corner, to hear: the conference would be held at noon, in two hours.

"Brother Fan, shall we also go have a word with Qingfeng? Missing him twice would seem a bit impolite."

It wasn’t long after when Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber, noticing fewer people around Qingfeng, suggested to Wang Zhifan to seize the opportunity to have a word.

They had already seen Qingfeng at the top of Shuyue Pavilion but had not exchanged words, primarily due to not wanting to disturb his busyness. But given their familiarity, ignoring him twice would not be very polite.

To this suggestion, Wang Zhifan gave a mysterious smile and responded:

"No rush, I noticed Qingfeng gave us a couple of lingering glances just now. It seems he’s looking for us for something. Let’s wait until it’s a bit quieter by his side before we go over."

"Is that so? Brother Fan, is there a chance you were mistaken?"

Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber expressed some doubt upon hearing this.

In such an area, where almost all presences were at the super innate level and many people were mingling around, creating a complex flow of interactions, it was already challenging for an average cultivator to catch subtle movements.

Wang Zhifan couldn’t possibly notice everyone’s state, but he’d been focusing on Qingfeng, who was the center of attention in the crowd, using his excellent sensory skills to determine the latter’s slight anomaly.

Unsurprisingly, after about half a cup of tea’s time, when Wang Zhifan and Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber approached Qingfeng, who was now only accompanied by two or three people, the latter turned his head, looking directly at him, calling out:

"Lord Martial Venerable, I’ve just been hoping you’d appear!"

"Oh? I wonder what business Qingfeng has with me?"

Wang Zhifan deliberately showed a slightly surprised expression.

"Let’s talk over here! Two esteemed guests, excuse me for a moment. I’ll be right back!"

Qingfeng then put on a serious demeanor, excusing himself from the conversation with two super innate cultivators by his side and led Wang Zhifan to a secluded mountain cave hall.

During this time, even Moon-Annihilating Dragon Saber was specially asked to remain outside, leaving only Wang Zhifan to follow him into the somewhat hidden mountain cave.

Wang Zhifan, already anticipating Qingfeng’s mysterious behavior, was curious when, inside the cave, he saw a wondrous ink portal.

Through the portal appeared a middle-aged man with grayish-white long hair, writing at a desk—the very Mentor of the Confucian sect that Wang Zhifan had met once before!

"The Mentor has summoned me?"

Momentarily, Wang Zhifan exclaimed in surprise. He hadn’t expected things that the Mieyue high ranks mentioned earlier to come true so soon.

"Yes, you should enter quickly; the Mentor said there’s something urgent he needs to tell you."

Qingfeng, who had brought him over, immediately explained.

Without much hesitation, Wang Zhifan stepped into the ink portal before him, arriving in the space where the Mentor currently was.