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Upon learning that the existence of the Spatial Ring was real, Xiao Yefeng and Mo Fei couldn't help but feel curious. They asked Jiang Xing to demonstrate its use. Unable to refuse their request, Jiang Xing showcased the Spatial Ring just once.
This was a necessary step; Jiang Xing understood their curiosity well. Even the other ten people present did not cast any disdainful glances, as they had once been just as eager for the old President to demonstrate it.
Jiang Xing picked up a pen from the table and infused his Qi into the Azure Lint Stone Ring. The ring glowed brightly, and the pen vanished from his hand. It truly disappeared, not through sleight of hand or illusion. Just a few seconds later, the ring glowed again, and the pen reappeared in Jiang Xing's hand. He smiled and said, "Fortunately, I made some breakthroughs recently; otherwise, this demonstration might have had to wait until we opened the ruins!"
At this point, Xiao Yefeng realized that using the Spatial Ring required at least True Spirit Energy; it could not be activated with mere Qi. Moreover, it needed a preparation time of three to five seconds and consumed a significant amount of spiritual energy. Most importantly, both Jiang Xing's Azure Lint Stone Ring and Pope's World of the Gods, as well as the missing Tungsten Steel Eagle Ring, were all of the same level of Spatial Ring.
According to Jiang Xing, all three rings had an internal storage space of about ten square meters. In theory, they could carry quite a lot. However, both Jiang Xing and Pope could only activate about one square meter of space at full capacity due to insufficient power and density of Qi. At this moment, Jiang Xing could barely open a space of one and a half square meters.
Even though they couldn't fully activate them, these three Spatial Rings were treasures that everyone coveted. After all, having a Spatial Ring made everything much more convenient, especially for their upcoming expedition to the ruins. While martial artists could simply carry their weapons in bags, sorcerers faced different challenges. The power of their Feng Shui Techniques was limited without proper tools for perfect execution.
From talismans to the Purple Gold Bell, compasses to wooden swords and true swords, Spirit Sails to even Incense Burner Altars—these items were essential for sorcerers to fully unleash their powers. Not to mention that various scattered items were needed for binding spells. This was why many sorcerers carried large bags with them. However, Xiao Yefeng was an exception among them; most of his family's Feng Shui Techniques were related to the Treasure of the Cloud. Now he only had a needle and a mirror in hand, along with a handful of talismans and a Black Sword.
The key difference between Xiao Yefeng and other geomancers was that his talismans could store Qi, while other sorcerers had to draw their talismans fresh because they couldn't maintain spiritual energy on Yellow Talismans.
However, within their team, they complemented each other well. The Ancient Warriors had good stamina and helped share some equipment with the geomancers. The group regained their enthusiasm after witnessing the Spatial Ring demonstration since intelligence indicated that this ruin belonged to a deity from an earlier generation. Xiao Yefeng recalled seeing those who wielded Flying Swords leaving Earth in his dreams; they indeed left behind some treasures for humanity.
These Spatial Rings were undoubtedly among those treasures. If these ruins were truly left by beings from that time, there was a real possibility of finding more Spatial Rings inside. According to regulations, each person entering the ruins could keep sixty percent of what they found; however, that was about it—the survivors would be closely guarded by the Metaphysics Society, and any acquired items would be symbolically distributed to those who did not benefit.
The bus soon arrived at its destination—a military airport—where twelve individuals stood waiting beneath a military aircraft. Among them were six people dressed in distinctive Eastern Japanese attire—the group from Wa Country—while two other teams stood nearby in groups of three, cautiously on guard.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Huaxia people had not yet arrived, one man among Wa Country's six stood out. Dressed in purple Onmyoji robes with a pale complexion and eyes filled with heavy Evil Qi, he appeared to be their leader. Judging by their attire, Wa Country had sent three Jonin and three Onmyoji for this mission.
The three Onmyoji were already indicative of their status. The leader, dressed in purple, wore a Golden Belt around his waist, similar to the one worn by Sakai, who had been defeated by Xiao Yefeng. Behind him was Sakai Tomokazu, who still donned a blue Onmyoji outfit, but his belt had changed to silver, clearly indicating that he had been demoted after his recent failures.
The last Onmyoji was surprisingly a woman. Her face was obscured by a veil and a headscarf, revealing only her large, watery eyes. It was evident that she was also an Onmyoji, representing Wa Country, which had very few female Onmyoji of such standing. Her presence at this gathering clearly demonstrated her capabilities.
The three Jonin accompanying them carried Katana on their backs and had two Shuriken tucked into their waists. Their legs were wrapped in bandages filled with various throwing darts. Clad entirely in black, they served as the muscle for the group, a typical approach for Wa Country.
At that moment, the man in purple approached the six-member team from Vietnam and Thailand with Sakai Tomokazu by his side. Looking at the representatives from Vietnam and Thailand, the purple-clad Onmyoji spoke, "Gentlemen, you understand the situation we are facing. There are twelve from Huaxia, outnumbering us. If we do not unite, we will surely be driven out of the ruins. How about this? You six join our Wa Country team, and we can share the benefits equally."
His Chinese was fluent. After exchanging glances, the leader from Yue Country consulted with his two companions before deciding to retreat to their previous position without responding. However, it was clear from their expressions that they found the proposal from Wa Country quite reasonable.
On the other side, the representatives from Thailand consisted of three monks dressed in orange robes, holding Prayer Beads and sporting nine knots on their heads. The leader among them had earlobes nearly reaching his shoulders. He stepped forward and performed a deep bow while proclaiming, "Amitabha! Benefactor, we three monks are here to cultivate our hearts and seek enlightenment. All encounters are predestined; we dare not act with ill intentions. We ask for your understanding!"
Despite feeling a surge of anger inside, the Purple-Clad Onmyoji could only respond with a smile, saying, "Master Juechen is too kind!" After speaking, he led Sakai back to their camp.
"Kazama-senpai! Is that old monk from Thailand really as polite as you say?" Sakai Tomokazu asked curiously. Although he was also a well-known Onmyoji from Wa Country, it was his first time encountering this Thai High Monk. He had heard many rumors but had never seen him in person.
The man in purple nodded. Although he felt displeased, he replied, "Sakai-shidi, there's no need for such formality. Your strength is considerable; it's just that person from Huaxia has an advantage over you. Even though you've been demoted, our friendship doesn't require such politeness!"
Sakai nodded in gratitude. In Wa Country, one's rank mattered greatly; while he used to be esteemed as a senior figure, now that he had been demoted, he felt like a subordinate. Fortunately for him, the leader of their group was Kazama Tadao, ranked third among the royal apprentices. Sakai Tomokazu had previously ranked seventh among hundreds of royal apprentices.
However, after his failure during the Taiyu Island expedition where he returned alone defeated, Wa Country's royal family was furious and nearly forced him to commit seppuku to appease the Spirit Servant. Thankfully, Abe Clan's patriarch intervened on his behalf and saved his life; however, his ranking plummeted from seventh to twenty-ninth—almost falling out of Wa Country's top tier of trainees.
"But that old monk is indeed powerful," Kazama Tadao remarked cautiously. "The reputation of being one of the Three Absolutes of Buddhism is not unfounded! If those monks from Thailand had ambitions for dominance, Southeast Asian countries would have long been under their control. It's best to avoid antagonizing them whenever possible; compared to Huaxia's Fengshui Masters who counter us effectively, these old monks' techniques are even more formidable!"
"But if that's the case, we'll have to endure the pressure from Huaxia within the ruins!" Sakai Tomokazu gritted his teeth.
"Heh, that may not be the case. Didn't those guys from Yue Country refuse us before? Right, Jiyu?" Kazama Tadao turned to the woman who had remained silent.
At that moment, the woman glanced at the two men with her large eyes and then said, "I'm here to retrieve something from the ruins; I won't concern myself with anything else!" After saying this, she turned and walked back to her seat, ignoring both of them.
However, her attitude left Sakai and Kazama dumbfounded. At that moment, both men thought simultaneously: Hmph! The luck just keeps coming! No matter how strong you are, you're still that female slave from back then! Don't give me a chance; otherwise, you'll regret it!
In this way, the woman left the current third and former seventh of the Imperial Academy standing there without a word. Yet, they found themselves unable to refute her, even though her rank and status were beneath their own.
Just then, a Huaxia bus finally drove into the airport. The members of the Metaphysics Society, led by Jiang Xing, filed out one by one. Upon disembarking, Jiang Xing and his companions did not greet the larger group from Wa Country first; instead, they hurried over to where three Thai Masters were sitting cross-legged on the airport floor. Jiang Xing, being one of the strongest on land, was the first to greet them.
"Master Juechen!"
At that moment, an old monk named Jue Chen, draped in a robe with ears hanging down to his shoulders, opened his eyes. He stood up and performed a deep Buddhist bow before speaking: "I am unworthy of such praise. It has been many years since we last met. You have already taken this step forward while I remain stagnant!"
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