Liu Zhaodi stared blankly at Jiang Yuan for several minutes before exclaiming with an exaggerated expression, "One hundred million? You're a glutton!"

"Uh, that's true!" Jiang Yuan showed a look of utter despair. This number was his conservative estimate. He felt that if he really wanted to fuse this unprecedented and unparalleled divine power, one hundred million wouldn't be enough.

"I wouldn't even be worth a hundred million if I were sold!" Liu Zhaodi pouted.

"Sell it to you?" Jiang Yuan smiled wickedly, reaching out to rub her face with both hands. "I can't bear to part with it unless you raise the price!"

"You stinking Jiang Yuan, you really want to sell me out!"

Liu Zhaodi bared her little tiger teeth and pounced on him menacingly.

Jiang Yuan suppressed his inner turmoil and hugged Liu Zhaodi, saying affectionately, "I was just kidding with you. It's not easy to meet such a beautiful and obedient little cutie. What difference would it make if I lost you or my life!"

"What about these 100 million Holy Spirit Crystals?" Liu Zhaodi asked with a smile.

"Tomorrow I'll steal Cold Moon's cave ant army and make them work overtime mining. It'll be a piece of cake!" Jiang Yuan shrugged dismissively.

"Can't you be nicer to girls? You're always stealing from them. Be careful they make you take responsibility!" Liu Zhaodi glared at Jiang Yuan angrily.

"You'll have to work hard on the mine too, so please take good care of it!" Jiang Yuan pinched Liu Zhaodi's soft cheek.

"Since I've worked so hard, shouldn't you compensate me?"

Liu Zhaodi gently pulled open Jiang Yuan's coat with both hands, her eyes filled with wildness and provocation.

"Woman, you're committing a crime!"

"Don't pull at my clothes, it's cold! I was just kidding!"

"I'm not kidding you!"

...

Jiang Yuan left the square looking frustrated. The fire was lit, but he hadn't gotten to eat. As for why...

Liu Zhaodi said her family has family rules...

"Let's go back and see how many Holy Spirit Crystals we have in total!"

Jiang Yuan had stored a large amount of supplies in the oath exchange warehouse, and the growing reserve force had exchanged quite a few things during this period, so his gains were not small.

"Apostle, why aren't you resting so late?"

Liang Yuquan was extremely surprised to see Jiang Yuan arrive in the middle of the night.

"I couldn't sleep, so I came here to browse!" Jiang Yuan said with a sigh.

“That’s true. The situation is too dire right now. The Holy Spirit Clan is pressing us harder and harder, and the people of Nancheng are filled with anxiety. I can’t sleep if this isn’t resolved!” Liang Yuquan said, feeling the pain deeply.

"I didn't come here today to talk about national affairs!" Jiang Yuan continued, "Little Fatty said we're running low on Great Rejuvenation Pills, so I've come to replenish our supplies!"

“Apostle, actually you would have gained much more if you went it alone!” Liang Yuquan said meaningfully.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but laugh, but he couldn't hide a hint of melancholy as he said, "Going solo means you gain more, but you also lose more, don't you think?"

“That’s right. In this life, one cannot be solely focused on one thing!” Liang Yuquan nodded.

"These are pills; take them to replenish the exchange warehouse!"

Liang Yuquan accepted the pills, then took out a storage ring and said, "The brothers who made the oath have been exchanging items very diligently these past two days, so they've collected quite a few things. Take a look at them yourself!"

"No need, I'm in a hurry to get back to be with Ning Yanlan!"

"By the way, there's something I'm not sure if I should tell you!"

Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow and looked at Liang Yuquan, whose expression was serious, and said with interest, "Since you've already asked, how can I not say it!"

“It’s like this, I told you before that we initially suspected you were a prophet, but based on the intelligence we’ve gathered over this period of time, the prophet is someone else!” After Liang Yuquan finished speaking, a hint of hesitation flashed across his face, as he hesitated whether to continue.

"Prophet? Who is that!" Jiang Yuan didn't know who the prophet was, but that didn't stop him from being curious.

After hesitating for a long time, Liang Yuquan finally said, word by word, "Ning Yanlan!"

"Yanlan?" Jiang Yuan's expression was strange.

"I can't be 100% sure, but Ning Yanlan is the most likely candidate to be the prophet!" Liang Yuquan was also conflicted after saying this name.

Jiang Yuan repeated it to himself several times, then looked up and asked, "What is a prophet?"

"No one knows the identity of the prophet, but there are several stories circulating in ancient families. The first story is that the prophet is the reincarnation of the three souls and seven spirits of the immortal saint, who is responsible for the rise and fall of every battlefield, and at the same time predicts what will happen in the future and then changes the final outcome of the battlefield through some means."

"The second theory is that prophets are people who arise in accordance with the rules of the battlefield. Their purpose is to maintain the stability of the battlefield and ensure that the battlefield can proceed perfectly until the one and only god in the battlefield is finally selected!"

After saying the first two points, Liang Yuquan took a deep breath and continued, "There's one last one!"

"Some say that prophets are servants of saints, and their task is only to control those god-level chosen ones, because saints need to transcend, and the way to transcend requires enough divine servants to sacrifice. Only god-level chosen ones have the greatest chance of becoming gods!"

"And I know that you are the chosen one of the gods!"

Liang Yuquan's eyes were unusually deep, but Jiang Yuan's mind was completely blank at the moment, and he couldn't notice the changes in Liang Yuquan's expression at all.

“Apostle, I don’t mean anything by saying this. You are extremely important to Nancheng right now, and I don’t want you, the only one who can shoulder the burden of Nancheng, to fall because of some external force! Otherwise, this city will fall into darkness again!”

"Stop talking!"

The light in Jiang Yuan's eyes slowly returned. He waved his hand and growled in a low voice, "Ning Yanlan is not a prophet. She is just my woman, nothing more!"

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