68: The legend of the elves, Celia, the goddess of wealth.

After reaching a decision, the top combatants of the Southern Territory showed terrifying efficiency. In just half a day, the news that the Demon Lord was about to revive and attack from the Southern Territory spread across most of the Canglan Continent.

All the Righteous Path forces on the Canglan Continent began making preparations and sent advance teams to the Southern Territory to investigate the accuracy of the news.

Spiritual Void Master also discussed the decision to receive refugees from the Western Territory with Meilin and the others.

Although leaving one's homeland was a sorrowful matter, it was undoubtedly the best solution at the moment. People were sent back to the Western Territory that very day to organize the remaining population for a full-scale evacuation to the Southern Territory.

The Southern Territory Royal Family's army arrived quickly. Two hundred thousand troops were stationed at the foot of Tianquan Peak, with the Second Prince in charge of coordinating defense matters with the Spirit Realm Sect.

Disciples from Haiyun Temple and Ten Thousand Flower Valley were also mobilized, standing ready at all times to defend against the Demonic Path's invasion.

Under the organization of the Grand Elder, Meilin and the others also completed their preparations to receive the residents of the Western Territory into the Southern Territory.

Once all preparations were complete, everyone suddenly found themselves at a loss for what to do.

Finally, it was Spiritual Void Master who suggested dragging the Old Monk and the Green Plum Spirit Child into the Secret Realm. The four of them formed a team to go and conquer the Arad Continent.

Meilin watched curiously as the Southern Territory Cultivators entered and exited that Light Gate every day, and finally couldn't help but ask about it.

Upon learning it was a Secret Realm, she was initially a bit dismissive. They had Secret Realms in their Western Territory too, but they were merely for honing combat experience.

However, under the Grand Elder's explanation, she learned that the Martial Skills inside the Secret Realm could be learned by anyone and used back in reality. She was astonished and became interested, expressing her desire to go in and experience it as well.

The Grand Elder led Meilin and the others to the entrance. Seeing the small market outside the Secret Realm made her even more interested; she hadn't expected that items from the Secret Realm could actually be traded for Spirit Source Stones (the Western Territory's name for Spirit Stones).

Upon seeing Seria at the entrance of the Secret Realm, Sia, the Saintess of the Elf Clan in the party, trembled all over. She stood rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed intently on the young girl in the green dress.

"Sia, what's wrong? Do you know that elf? Strange, how can there be an Elf Clan in the Southern Territory?" Meilin noticed Sia's abnormality.

"Impossible, this is impossible!" Sia murmured to herself, then pulled a scroll from her storage ring and slowly unfurled it.

Meilin and Iron Hammer, the next Clan Chief of the Dwarf Clan, both looked at the scroll curiously.

As the scroll opened, it revealed a portrait of an elf. The elf was adorned with jewels, elegant and poised, with a beauty that made it impossible to look away.

After looking for a while, Meilin also seemed to realize something. She quickly looked at the girl at the entrance of the Secret Realm and compared her with the elf in the portrait.

"This is impossible, why do they look so much alike?" The more Sia looked, the more incredible it felt.

"Sia, what exactly is going on? Who is the elf in this portrait?" Iron Hammer asked after taking a swig of wine.

"This is the younger sister of the first-generation Elf Empress, passed down through our Elf Clan. Legend has it that she is the Goddess of Wealth who governs the entire Elf Clan's riches and is the greatest contributor to the clan's survival—Seria!" Sia replied.

"The first-generation Elf Empress was from tens of thousands of years ago, right? How can she look so much like the elf at the entrance of the Secret Realm? Could she be a descendant? Aside from her simple clothing, her appearance is almost identical." Meilin was shocked to hear this.

Sia stepped forward excitedly and asked Seria, "Hello, may I ask what your name is?"

"Hehe, hello, Adventurer! My name is Seria!"

Hearing the answer, Sia felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She stood there at a loss, then with a 'thud', she knelt on one knee and said, "Sia, Saintess of the Elf Clan, greets Lady Seria, the Goddess of Wealth."

Seria's smile remained sweet as she opened her mouth and said softly, "Hehe, today is also a day full of hope."

Sia became even more excited upon hearing this. Legend had it that this phrase was the catchphrase of the Elf Clan's Goddess of Wealth. This made her even more certain that the girl before her was definitely the legendary Goddess of Wealth of the Elf Clan.

"Lady Seria, the entire Elf Clan has been longing for your return. Why are you here in the Southern Territory?" Sia asked.

Seria pointed to her small stall: "Adventurer, would you like to top up some vouchers or buy a few revival coins? They're very cheap."

Sia looked confused and continued to ask, "Lady Seria, what did you say?"

"Hehe, revival coins are 100 Spirit Stones each!" Seria said, still smiling.

Meilin pulled Sia back and whispered in her ear, "Something's not right. This girl seems to have some mental issues. After all, she's a legend from ten thousand years ago; couldn't it just be a coincidence?"

Sia was also somewhat at a loss and could only reply, "It seems we can only wait for Her Majesty the Empress to teleport over and let her take a look."

Having said that, she could only temporarily set aside her doubts and enter the Secret Realm with Meilin and the others.

Inside the Secret Realm, the Second Prince stood at the entrance of the Gran Forest, looking weak as he cursed, "What's going on? Our weapons aren't bad, so why can't we beat this Dark Thunder Ruins?"

A follower beside him, who was a Fighter, said, "Second Prince, you are a Gunner. Defeating those zombies relies entirely on your long-range skills. You can't keep shrinking back in the rear."

Another swordsman also complained to the old man beside the Second Prince, "Can you cast your Weapon Blessing and Slow Heal on the two of us? You always give them to the Second Prince, but he doesn't even go up to fight!"

The Second Prince felt a bit awkward hearing this, then his Face darkened as he said, "Captain Yang, are you saying this Prince is in the wrong?"

Seeing the Second Prince speak like that, the Fighter could only grit his teeth and lower his head, saying, "This subordinate wouldn't dare!"

"Hmph, I trust you wouldn't. But what you said makes sense. I trusted you guys too much. Wait until I reinforce my weapon, and I'll show you myself!" the Second Prince snorted.

"By the way, has the 500,000 Gold we ordered been delivered yet? I don't have any Gold left to reinforce my weapon!" The Second Prince turned to ask the old man beside him.

"Not yet. They said farming Gold isn't that fast. It will take at least three more days to gather it all," the old man replied.

"No, that's too slow. Hasn't our army already arrived? Have them take shifts, divide them into four teams, and have them enter the Secret Realm in rotation to farm Gold for me!" the Second Prince ordered.

"This... wouldn't that be inappropriate, Second Prince?" the old man advised in a low voice.

"What's inappropriate about it? Maybe those soldiers will even like it. After all, they can learn Martial Skills, right?" the Second Prince laughed.

The Second Prince continued with a smile, "In this Leveling Event, I must secure a spot in the top five. I cannot lose Face for the Royal Family!"

Meanwhile, Jian Wuxie and his group of four had also received their third Class Advancement quest: Clear the Puppet Museum in Sky City.