Chapter 1882 Quota (1)

Chapter 1882 Quota (1)

1882 Quota (1)

Several hundred kilometers away from the bridge, Yun Lintian stopped moving forward when he sensed powerful auras gathering ahead. Without a doubt, the ghost kings had already arrived.

"It seems I can only wait for them to enter first." Yun Lintian muttered to himself. It would be unwise to show up at this moment.

Suddenly, he sensed another aura coming from behind. When he turned around, he saw an old man approaching him.

The old man was naturally the first elder of the Qing Clan.

The first elder descended to the ground and carefully observed Yun Lintian. Through his perception, the aura Yun Lintian displayed was only at the Heaven Profound Realm, which was obviously fake.

"I am the elder of the Qing Clan, Qing Tie. Please forgive me for following you here." The first elder, Qing Tie, said politely.

Yun Lintian discovered that Qing Tie was in the Lesser God Realm, just like him. He asked. "What do you want?"

"I heard that you had saved our young miss's life. Our patriarch would like to invite you to visit our clan to express his gratitude." Qing Tie explained.

"No need. It was a coincidence. That arrogant kid attacked me first." Yun Lintian waved his hand dismissively.

Qing Tie had already anticipated this. He said confidently. "Presumably, you came here to take a look at the bridge. Perhaps our Qing Clan can help you."

Yun Lintian gave Qing Tie a strange look. "Why are you so eager to recruit me? Moreover, as far as I know, your clan only has one quota remaining. How can you help me?"

Qing Tie fell silent for a moment before speaking in a deep voice. "I'll be frank with you. Our Qing Clan is in urgent need of talented individuals. Especially a powerful one like you. Our Qing Clan will rise as long as you can pass the trials on the bridge."

"Trials?" Yun Lintian felt curious.

"It seems Tang Jian didn't tell you." Qing Tie explained. "The Bridge of Oblivion is known as a bridge that connects the mortal world with the Netherworld. It also serves as a path to reincarnation."

"On the bridge, there are various trials and tests that dead souls must undergo before they are allowed to enter the path of reincarnation."The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

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Several kilometers outside the Southern Capital City, Qing Heng and the elders of the Qing Clan found themselves surrounded by the Ji Clan. Their expressions were ashen as they had not expected to fall into a trap.

"Keke! Qing Heng, oh, Qing Heng. I didn't read you wrong. You will become stupid as long as it's related to your daughter." A middle-aged man in white laughed heartily as he gazed at Qing Heng.

"Do you think you have already won, Ji Xiong!?" Qing Heng said coldly. He forced himself to calm down as a sense of peril loomed over his heart.

"Are you comforting yourself with that? How funny you are. Kekeke!" The middle-aged man, Ji Xiong, clutched his stomach. He couldn't just stop laughing.

"Father, please don't kill Qing Mengmeng." Ji Daiyu, who had regained his freedom, pleaded with Ji Xiong.

Ji Xiong glanced at his youngest son and snorted coldly. "This is why you have fallen into the hands of the enemy."

Ji Daiyu wanted to argue but ultimately held back. If it weren't for Yun Lintian, he wouldn't have fallen into this situation.

"Don't worry." Ji Xiong's expression softened. "She will be your plaything."

"How dare you!?" Qing Heng roared with anger upon hearing this. However, he didn't dare to make a move, as it would bring disaster to his people.

"However, I have to thank you for this." Ji Xiong ignored Qing Heng and continued to speak to his son. "Without you, we wouldn't have successfully trapped them. You deserve credit."

"Thank you, Father." Ji Daiyu was overjoyed.

Ji Xiong turned to look at the enraged Qing Heng and said. "Before this, I didn't dare to touch Qing Xiwei because I was afraid you would jump over the wall and launch a full-scale attack on us. But it's different now. Keke."

Blue veins bulged on Qing Heng's forehead as he seethed with anger.

"Let's not waste any more time. We have to go to the bridge later." A handsome young man beside Ji Xiong spoke. He was the eldest son of Ji Xiong, Ji Long.

"You're right." Ji Xiong chuckled and sent a signal to his people.

Clang!