"Why did you turn out like this?"
Alant cried out in disbelief. He could attribute the transformation of the city residents to special reasons, but for a fellow Spirit Realm Ranger to turn out like this...
That either meant she had gained the trust of the ruler here and received a specially supplied 'dragon transformation potion'.
But this was unlikely. The people here attacked any 'outsider' on sight; there was no way she could have earned enough trust in such a short period.
Or, she possessed the ability to create the dragon transformation potion herself. After all, the place where the dragon blood was found had one ingredient that could barely be used to make the dragon transformation potion.
Furthermore, since it was the 'Half-Dragon People' who had led him here, his thoughts were already leaning toward the latter possibility.
"You refined the dragon transformation potion?"
"Not me, my companion did."
Weilin Te smiled, not bothering with further pleasantries, and said directly:
"Now, you won't be attacked by the Guards here, as long as you don't actively attack those Guards."
"And we have already found out what the objective of the trial is..."
Weilin Te explained in detail to these people that the High Priest was the real culprit behind the disaster, and informed them that they needed to search for him themselves.
Following Furan's instructions, she concealed the High Priest's specific strength, only saying that it would be best to form a multi-person team to deal with him.
Alant recalled who was around Weilin Te when they entered the trial.
The first thing he remembered was the Yellow Robe attire. There was no helping it; it was simply too famous. Newspapers had been reporting on the Spirit Realm Robbers wearing Yellow Robes for almost half a month—it was arguably the biggest malicious event reported in the Spirit Realm in the last decade.
He wondered if those editors had been robbed in the Spirit Realm, causing them to use such exaggerated language to describe the Yellow Robed People.
Therefore, when he saw Furan in her Yellow Robe in the trial preparation space, his heart tightened, thinking he had run into these habitual robbers.
But then he thought again: this was a trial, and they couldn't use Spirit Realm Guides with plundering attributes, only Trial Keys. What was there to fear?!
But now, the result told him that the other party was a Pill Master who could produce the dragon transformation potion under these circumstances.
Alant frowned. He knew very well that if an Apothecary didn't have a good set of Apparatus, the success rate of production would drop significantly.
And in this 'primitive' place, he estimated there would be no Apparatus needed by an Apothecary.
Furthermore, the Formula for the dragon transformation potion here must be completely different from outside, as the outside world didn't have such high-tier dragon blood, nor did this place have enough other materials.
Yet, the other party could still produce the dragon transformation potion. It was nothing short of a Miracle.
"What about you? Aren't you going to look for him?"
A Spirit Realm Ranger spoke up, asking. He didn't quite understand their reasoning for telling them all this.
Logically speaking, as long as they made a Contribution, they would definitely pass this trial.
In this situation, if even one of them could find that High Priest, they would likely pass the trial.
Therefore, under these circumstances, the other party's intention was questionable.
Weilin Te smiled and said:
"We have already accumulated enough Contribution. Now we just need to perform outstandingly enough for the Spirit Realm to notice, so we can obtain higher-level Talent... We don't need this particular Contribution, so we are handing it over to you."
Weilin Te felt that, having participated in the battle against a First-Order Mage and performing well during the fight, she only needed to wait for the trial time to end to pass.
Although dying prematurely in the trial might still lead to promotion, the chances would be lower. To be safe, she decided to stay here and wait out the time.
Furan, on the other hand, required an extremely large Contribution to force the Spirit Realm to acknowledge that she had passed the trial.
Moreover, Furan estimated that they wouldn't be able to find the High Priest until the night of the seventh day, when the High Priest, who had already transformed into a dragon, would coincidentally appear.
So Furan simply put these people outside Monsa City and let them look around. Maybe someone possessed a powerful Artistry for locating people and could find the High Priest—who was indeed currently struggling somewhere, trying desperately to transform into a dragon.
As long as they could find him, Furan could now rely on the blessing given to her by the Lord of Radiance and go directly to kill that dragon.
If I directly kill the 'disaster' itself, that must count as a huge Contribution!
In fact, Furan intended to do this now. She had believed the Deception of the Lord of Radiance and planned to fight the High Priest a few days later.
The group of Spirit Realm Rangers looked at each other, and finally, one person asked:
"Then can we leave now?"
"Yes, you may."
Only then did someone push open the room door and walk out.
Once someone took the lead, the others eagerly followed. After all, they suddenly had hope of passing the trial again, and no one wanted to give up easily.
Alant was the last person who hadn't left. He looked at Weilin Te for several seconds before finally walking out the door.
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It was now the evening of the third day since Furan arrived at this trial. The sun was about to set, and it was still quite bright outside the Temple.
However, Torches had been lit early and tied around the Square, illuminating the scene in the center of the Square.
Bloodstains still remained on the floor there, testifying to the fierce battle that had taken place that afternoon.
A crisp 'thud' sounded as a Cane collided with the floor, was lifted, and then quickly brought down again.
The person holding the Cane was outwardly aged. His hand holding the Cane was marked with many wrinkles and spots, but every step he took while grasping the Cane was steady and powerful.
Upon hearing the characteristic sound, Tols immediately turned around and, ignoring the pain of his wounds tearing open, quickly ran to the Elder's side.
"Priest Eugene, you've finally arrived. I..."
Tols was so emotional for a moment that he stumbled over his words, unable to speak.
"Priest Tols, take your time. Where is High Priest Angmar? What happened to those people?"
Eugene's gaze was as sharp as an Eagle's, almost obscuring his frail face, causing Tols to instinctively lower his head.
"We couldn't find High Priest Angmar, and they won't let us near the Temple anymore."
"Based on my identification and that of several other Priests, those people are indeed the group we sent to The Place Abandoned by Gods."
A hint of confusion appeared on Eugene's tense face, and he slowly said:
"Oh... It seems there is truth to what those people said—that a God saved them, and that the one we worship is a False God..."
His tone carried a degree of incomprehension before turning into anger. He slammed the Cane in his hand onto the floor in an outburst, creating a loud noise.
"But I don't care what those people want to say... I only know that the God served by the Priests is the God worshipped by Monsa City."
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