Chapter 237: Level Nine Mission!

Zeng Cheng's face darkened. "What happened to my brother?"

"Haha, your brother finally bit off more than he could chew. He went to collect protection money but ended up having his own money taken. Oh, and the other party was a new disciple, only at the second layer of Spirit Liquid. Tsk, that kid Zeng Yu is really regressing," Qiu Peng laughed loudly.

After all, not many had witnessed it firsthand; Qiu Peng had heard it secondhand. He thought it was pathetic that Zeng Yu had lost to someone at the second layer of Spirit Liquid.

They wouldn't think Ye Yuan was impressive; they would only think Zeng Yu was a hopeless mess.

Zeng Cheng's eyes narrowed, a murderous intent emanating. He said in a low voice, "What's that kid's name?"

Qiu Peng shrugged nonchalantly. "How would I know? I wouldn't pay attention to petty squabbles between nobodies. Go ask around at the Earth Battalion yourself. Move aside, I need to take a mission."

With that, Qiu Peng ignored Zeng Cheng and swaggered into the hall.

"Senior brother, I'd like to take mission number three, level nine," Ye Yuan said calmly to the disciple on duty.

"Oh, sure, level nine, number three... What? You want mission number three, level nine!" The disciple on duty didn't react at first, then suddenly exclaimed mid-sentence.

The exclamation was so piercing that everyone was startled.

Ye Yuan sighed inwardly. He knew this would happen. But low-level missions gave too few points, and doing them one by one was too troublesome, so he had to choose a high-level mission.

Level nine missions were impossible even for elite disciples. The mission Ye Yuan chose, number three, level nine, had been posted for ten years without anyone taking it, showing how outrageously difficult it was.

"Yes, number three, level nine. Please give me the mission jade slip, senior brother."

The hall, which had been bustling with noise, instantly fell silent, with only Ye Yuan's voice echoing.

Qiu Peng, who had been about to search for missions, turned around to look at Ye Yuan.

Zeng Cheng, who had been about to leave to find Ye Yuan, also turned back, staring at Ye Yuan in surprise.

"Ahem, junior brother, are you sure you haven't mistaken the mission? Mission number three, level nine hasn't been taken in years because it's extremely difficult, known as the 'impossible mission.'"

After a long pause, the disciple on duty came to his senses. But his first reaction was that Ye Yuan had made a mistake.

"No mistake. It's mission number three, level nine. I'll take it," Ye Yuan said.

At this point, many people had also recovered from their shock, looking at Ye Yuan with amused expressions.

"Mission number three, level nine is a notorious 'ultimate mission,' absolutely impossible to complete. Is this kid choosing it just to show off?"

"Heh, is he out of his mind? This is a mission issued by Supreme Elder Tianfeng, and no one has dared to take it for five whole years!"

"Yeah, I heard that many people took it at first, most of them elite disciples! But none of them could complete it!"

"More than that! Supreme Elder Tianfeng offered a reward of 300,000 points plus a set of Heavenly Silkworm Soft Armor, which tempted even many elders. But so far, the mission remains unclaimed. Eventually, no one even bothered with it."

"So reckless! A junior alchemist and a martial hall disciple dares to take Supreme Elder Tianfeng's mission? He's just asking for trouble!"

"Haha, Supreme Elder Tianfeng isn't known for his good temper. Let's just wait and see the joke."

This level nine, number three mission was an alchemy mission issued by the sect's Supreme Elder Tianfeng, requiring the completion of a fourth-order pill formula.

For Ye Yuan, he naturally wouldn't take a ninth-level martial task—that would be no different from seeking death.

But the so-called ninth-level alchemy task, while perhaps extremely difficult for others, posed little challenge for Ye Yuan.

He didn't want to draw too much attention, but choosing low-difficulty tasks would be too troublesome. Completing this ninth-level task would earn him enough points to exchange for the "Purple Yang Soul Art."

Thus, Ye Yuan no longer cared about attracting attention; efficiency was paramount.

"This... Junior Brother, won't you reconsider? This is a ninth-level task!" the duty disciple felt obliged to remind Ye Yuan.

"I know it's a ninth-level task. I need the points," Ye Yuan said.

"...Alright. Don't say I didn't warn you. Supreme Elder Tianfeng has a rather bad temper." The duty disciple took Ye Yuan's identity token and stamped it on the task jade slip.

The task jade wall immediately displayed the task details: Ninth-level, Task No. 3, Complete the fourth-grade pill Seven Profound Soul-Steering Pill, reward 300,000 points and a set of Heavenly Silkworm Soft Armor, task taker: Ye Yuan.

Everyone looked at the jade wall, then at Ye Yuan, their eyes filled with sympathy and pity.

Qiu Peng, however, seemed thoughtful: "Ye Yuan, that name sounds familiar! Right, it's him..."

He approached Zeng Cheng and said teasingly, "Zeng Cheng, aren't you looking for the one who beat up your brother?"

"Hmm? You know who it is?"

"Heh, far away, yet right before your eyes." As he spoke, Qiu Peng's gaze shifted to Ye Yuan.

Zeng Cheng's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "My brother was beaten by this reckless fool?"

A martial hall disciple, a junior alchemist, taking on a ninth-level task—if that wasn't being a reckless fool, what was?

Now hearing that his brother had been beaten by such a person, Zeng Cheng couldn't help but agree with Qiu Peng's assessment.

Truly going backwards with age!

"If I remember correctly, the new disciple who taught your brother a lesson was named Ye Yuan. And this kid looks quite unfamiliar, doesn't he?" Qiu Peng laughed.

Zeng Cheng's face darkened, and he stepped forward to block Ye Yuan.

Seeing Zeng Cheng's hostile expression, Ye Yuan frowned, not expecting Zeng Cheng to confront him so soon.

He had been briefly interrupted earlier and had immersed himself in the jade wall to find a task, not paying attention to Qiu Peng and Zeng Cheng's conversation.

But even if he had heard, Ye Yuan wouldn't have cared.

The ninth level of Spirit Liquid was nothing that would cause Ye Yuan much trouble.

"Was it you who beat my brother and stole his points?"

"Who is your brother? And who are you?" Ye Yuan feigned ignorance, never giving a good face to those who picked fights.

"Hmph! A few days ago, did you beat a disciple named Zeng Yu? He is my brother. I am Zeng Cheng."

"Oh, that matter." Ye Yuan suddenly "realized" and said, "A few days ago, I did teach some clueless fellows a lesson, but I didn't remember their names. Which one is your brother?"

Seeing Ye Yuan's nonchalant expression, Zeng Cheng was furious: "Good, very good! A Spirit Liquid fourth-layer who dares to take a ninth-level task, indeed bold! Since you're so bold, do you dare accept my points challenge?"