Chapter 258
by fanqienovelChapter 258: There Is Still Much for You to Learn
“Not bad at all!”
“I estimate about fifty-two Emperor Level powerhouses.”
“And those three treasure ships behind us, this time, we’re definitely in for a big haul.”
Su Wen’s eyes swept across the sky, and his excitement grew.
But as he thought about it, he suddenly felt a bit uneasy.
Because his control over Fighting God’s power wasn’t perfect, he might run into a lot of trouble if a fight broke out.
For example, if the defenses of these three treasure ships weren’t strong enough, they could easily be destroyed by Fighting God’s power.
If that happened, he’d probably be heartbroken for a long time.
These are all valuable assets!
“Grandfather, we… this doesn’t seem right, does it?”
The Young Man in Black spoke seriously: “If the God of Wealth is still alive, shouldn’t our Ghost Spirit clan be lying low?”
The Third Elder of the Ghost Spirit clan glanced at the Young Man in Black and sent a mental message: “Foolish child, our clan lies low because we fear the power of the God of Wealth.”
“But what if… we could bring the God of Wealth back?”
“Have you even thought about how much time has passed since the prophecy of the God of Wealth’s birth?”
“In such a short time, how strong could the God of Wealth possibly be?”
“A single strike to kill an Emperor Level powerhouse?”
“Nonsense!”
“That couldn’t possibly be his true strength.”
“He must have used some trick to manipulate the situation, trying to deceive us.”
“As for saving that Chinese scout? That was probably just a coincidence.”
The Young Man in Black frowned slightly; his grandfather was implying that the God of Martial Arts in front of him was actually the God of Wealth?
But he had truly sensed that power—it was beyond the Emperor Level.
Even if his grandfather had been at the Emperor Level for many years, in a fight, he could probably defeat him in a hundred moves.
But compared to a Demigod Level powerhouse, his grandfather… still wasn’t a match.
“Still don’t get it?”
The Third Elder sent impatiently: “If that power could be used without limits, wouldn’t they just kill you outright?”
“Do you really think that if you hand over everything and tell them what they want to know, they’ll spare your life?”
“Did you even read your childhood book, ‘Era of the Gods,’ properly?”
“In that book, which of the Gods doesn’t have blood on their hands?”
“Which of them would show mercy and let a potential enemy go?”
“Cut the problem at its root!”
“It’s just part of the journey in a God’s growth!”
“So, if they let you come back without torturing you or digging into your soul, it’s clear their power has some limits or flaws.”
“From what you’ve said, that Demigod aura only lasted a few seconds before fading fast, which shows they can’t keep that power up for long.”
“That’s why we’re gathering five teams of Emperor Level elites.”
“Plus, we’re calling in ten squads of high-stage Emperor Level fighters for backup, especially since we’ve got three source-powered demon ships this time. Everything’s under control.”
The Third Elder paused, then continued telepathically: “And even if, as you think, they can tap into that Demigod power again, what does it matter?”
“I’ve got a bit of Demigod power myself, gifted by the Great God. In a pinch, I can unleash a quick burst of it.”
“With that power, even if we don’t fight, we can make a clean getaway.”
“And with the three source-powered demon ships, five teams of Emperor Level elites, ten squads of high-stage Emperor Level fighters, and a solid Defensive Great Formation…”
“Once they see what we’ve got, they won’t stick around for a fight.”
“So, kid, you’ve got a lot to learn!”
“Especially when dealing with fate bearers. You’ve got to watch every word, every move, every decision, even the slightest shift in their gaze.”
“Just now, while we were talking, you probably missed it.”
“Our esteemed God of Martial Arts had a flicker of unease in his eyes. Clearly, even he’s a bit thrown by the current situation.”
“Bottom line: your idea that the opponent is overwhelmingly strong? It’s just not true.”
With that, the Third Elder gave the Young Man in Black a pat on the shoulder and added, “After this, you need to really think about how you got tricked by a God who’s barely been around and hasn’t even hit the Emperor Level yet.”
The Young Man in Black listened, deep in thought.
On paper, his grandfather’s reasoning made sense.
He knew he’d messed up this time.
He’d been played!
But for some reason, he couldn’t shake this gnawing anxiety.
Even with his grandfather laying it all out, his mind wouldn’t settle.
It felt like something terrible was about to happen.
His thoughts were simple: sure, running back to the clan in disgrace was humiliating, but at least he was alive.
Whether his grandfather’s analysis was spot-on or not, the God of Martial Arts, even if he could only tap into that power for a few seconds, was still a Demigod in that moment.
In those few seconds, couldn’t a Demigod take out two Emperor Level elites?
Whether the God of Martial Arts wanted information from him or something else, at least… compared to his companion, he’d made it out alive.
The opponent had spared him, and now he was going home to rally his grandfather and a crew to take them down.
That… didn’t sit right, did it?
And he couldn’t shake the feeling that there were holes in his grandfather’s logic.
But when it came to the specifics, he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
What really struck him was his grandfather’s reaction to the news—his fervent expression, his excitement, and the way he hastily mobilized the army. It all gave him a sense that something bad was about to happen.
Even though the God of Martial Arts, a deity of wealth, stood before him, he couldn’t shake the feeling.
But this deity… the legendary Great God of Wealth, revered within the clan for his immense power—even if he were weakened, how could they dare to confront him like this?
He felt his grandfather was blinded by greed, his judgment clouded.
“Don’t worry, to avoid any surprises, I informed the First Elder before leaving, asking him to mobilize the Ghost Spirit clan’s guards,” the Third Elder said softly. “Rest assured, this is just a formality.”
“Don’t look so worried; it’s a good thing, so why the long face?”
“When we return, your grandfather will personally request recognition from the Great God for you!”
“With your contribution this time, it’s not impossible for you to reach your grandfather’s position in the future.”
“By then, I’ll be the First Elder, and you’ll be the Third Elder.”
“Our family will work together to elevate your father to the Elder position.”
“We’ll have three Elders in our family!”
“From then on, in the absence of all the Great Gods, all clan matters will be decided by us!”
As he spoke, the Third Elder smiled, his face filled with anticipation for the future.
He could already see the long-cherished goal, one that his ancestors had strived for but never achieved.
“Buzz!”
A ripple of energy emanated from within the Third Elder, and a doppelgänger stepped out.
When dealing with a deity, even a weakened one, the Third Elder remained cautious.
Bold in action, yet careful in approach—this was how a certain Great God had described him!
And it was this very trait that had set him apart from others at the Emperor Level, earning him the position of Third Elder in the clan.
“Your Excellency, God of Martial Arts, have you made a decision?”
The Third Elder’s doppelgänger approached Su Wen, smiling as he said, “Or perhaps I should address you differently.”
“Out of respect for the ancient oath, I offer you my deepest reverence.”
“Great God of Wealth!”
“Will you… agree to visit our Ghost Spirit clan as a guest?”