182: C182 Banquet

C182 Banquet

During the trip to Netherpassage Peak, Su Jin felt extremely tired. So, he returned to Saint Institute and rested for a few days. He didn't think about the treasure chest.

On this day, a piece of news came from the upper echelons of Saint Institute, saying that they were going to hold a banquet between the Saints, Saintess. The Saints of the four regions, Heaven, Earth, and Black Yellow were all invited.

Su Jin had just rested enough and was ready to attend the banquet. During the Ancestral God Ritual, these Saints and Saintess would be his opponents. It would be beneficial for him to get some information about his opponents in advance.

In the four domains, the Saints of the Yellow Rank were below the Martial Spirit Stage. The ones in the black zone were at the fifth level of the Martial Spirit Stage Level One to Martial Spirit Stage, while the ones in the earth zone had basically reached the Martial Spirit Stage Level Six and above. Below the Martial Ancestor Stage.

However, Su Jin knew very well that his opponents were those geniuses who were at the peak of the heavenly realm.

The group of Saints in the Heavenly Realm, Saintess, were all at the Martial Ancestor Stage. Each and every one of them was a peerless genius like Yue Luo. These people... Not only were they the elites of Chu Di, but they were also in the entire True Martial Continent. They were all top geniuses. As long as they could grow up... Their future was limitless.

These people were rarely seen, but they might appear at this banquet. Su Jin naturally wanted to see what kind of people they were, so that he could prepare in advance.

At night, Su Jin arrived at the place where the banquet was held. In the interior of Saint Institute, there was a splendid and magnificent hall. The hall was spacious, and it was bustling with noise. There were already many people inside.

The people who could participate in this banquet were not only the Saint Saintess, but also the high-level representatives of the various major powers in the Sacred Land, as well as the servants and servants of the Saint Saintess. Therefore, the number of people was far greater than Su Jin had imagined.

As soon as Su Jin entered the hall, he suddenly heard a surprised voice, "Brother Su, you are here too." He saw the Saint Jee Hailou of the Ash Wolf Tribe walking over in a white robe.

After not seeing him for a few days, his strength showed signs of breaking through. It was obvious that he had gained a lot after coming to the Saint Institute.

Su Jin smiled and said, "Brother Ji."

"Brother Su, you really don't know how to show yourself. When you were still at the ninth level of the Martial Mentor Stage, you were able to defeat Yun Zihao and his group without batting an eyelid."

Jee Hailou said with a smile. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he stared at Su Jin. "You, your current cultivation base has actually stepped into the Martial Spirit Stage!"

Jee Hailou couldn't believe it. That day, he had personally witnessed Su Jin's cultivation base. He was still at the ninth level of the Martial Mentor Stage, but now, in just a few days, he had already reached the Martial Spirit Stage. Wasn't this a little too fast?

No matter how much of a genius he was, it was impossible for him to jump so much in just a few days.

"Could it be that you have concealed your cultivation base?!"

All of a sudden, Jee Hailou seemed to want to convince himself. This thought came out of his mind for the rest of his life. Instantly, his thoughts were deeply rooted in his mind. That's right, the only answer was that Su Jin had concealed his cultivation base. Otherwise, how could he explain Su Jin's rapid progress in strength?

"Perhaps."

Su Jin smiled. Of course, he knew that his improvement was a little too fast. In the eyes of outsiders, he was too monstrous. However, since Jee Hailou had found an answer for him, this was the best.

"Sure enough, you have hidden your cultivation base. You must have reached the peak of Martial Mentor Stage, or perhaps even the Martial Spirit Stage."

Jee Hailou's eyes sparkled as he looked at Su Jin. He was starting to believe the idea of Su Jin hiding his cultivation base. This could also explain why Su Jin was able to defeat Yun Zihao and the others. If he was Martial Spirit Stage Martial Artist to begin with, then he could defeat Yun Zihao on this premise. It was a lot more normal.

Although it was rare to see warriors who could jump ranks to fight, it was just a common occurrence for the Saints and Saintess in Saint Institute. As long as the realm they crossed wasn't too big, it was very normal.

Su Jin laughed and said, "You guessed it right. Brother Ji, you are really smart."

"Damn beast, it turns out that he hid his cultivation!"

Not far away, a malicious gaze was staring in Su Jin's direction. Although it was very far away, the conversation between Su Jin and Jee Hailou was clearly heard by this man's divine sense.

This man was Yun Zihao, the one who had been humiliated by Su Jin. When he woke up that day, he found that his beautiful long hair had been dyed colorful. He was so angry that he almost fainted. He immediately returned to his residence and wanted to change his hair back. However, he found that the color of his hair could not be washed no matter how hard he washed it. After that, he paid a huge price to ask the witch doctor for help. However, the witch doctor was actually unable to do anything to the color of his hair.

Yun Zihao almost collapsed at that time. God knew what Su Jin did to his hair, but it was so difficult to change it.

He saw his own hairstyle in the mirror. He gritted his teeth and even wanted to cut himself bald. But at that time, something terrible happened. He found that no matter how he cut his hair, his hair would immediately grow back, and it would be exactly the same as before. No matter the length or color, it would become that terrifying.

Yun Zihao was completely dumbfounded when he found out that even cutting his hair was useless. Later on, he found out that it was not only him, but also the few people who were with him. They were all in the same situation. Those Saints were still alright... It was just anger, but those two beauties, Saintess, simply cried until she fainted.

The Saints discussed with Saintess and finally came to a conclusion. In order to change their hair back, they had to find Su Jin.0

"Beast, so we overestimated you. You are not a genius of the same level as the geniuses of the earth grade region. This is perfect. Today, we must make you pay a heavy price!"

Looking at Su Jin who was not far away, a look of resentment flashed across Yun Zihao's eyes. However, he used his Divine Sense to contact the other Saints, Saintess.

"System Notification, an upgrade treasure chest has been found. Host, please collect all the upgrade fragments within 24 hours!"

Su Jin, who was chatting with Jee Hailou, suddenly received a notification in his mind.

He was stunned for a moment, and then a look of joy appeared on his face. The Treasure Chests upgrade had actually appeared once again!

The situation was the same as before. This time, there were three pieces of the upgrade treasure chest, and all of them were located in this hall, not far away.

"Although I already expected that the upgrade treasure chest would appear, I didn't expect it to appear at this banquet."

Su Jin looked around and started searching for the treasure chest upgrade fragments. At this moment, the mark of a treasure chest upgrade fragment appeared in front of him, and it actually walked towards him.

At this time, Jee Hailou's voice suddenly sounded, and he said worriedly, "Brother Su, the person who is looking for trouble with you is here."

"I know."

Su Jin smiled faintly and looked at the treasure chest that was moving towards him. It was actually on Yun Zihao's person.

They saw Yun Zihao, Saintess, the Saint son of the Great Desolate Tribe, whose hair had been dyed inhumanely, and Huuang Chao, the Saint son of the Great Desolate Tribe who had never seen Su Jin before. They were walking towards Su Jin in an aggressive manner.

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