290: Call for help

After Mu Wanqing left, Chen Xuan finally took out a fragment of black jade.

Closing his eyes, his mind sank like flowing water into that familiar Chaos space. All around was boundless nothingness, with only a few faintly glowing seats suspended within. On the seat marked "Three," a blurry figure was already seated.

As soon as he stabilized his posture, Number Eight's laughter came from the side: "Is it just the three of us this time? That's somewhat unexpected."

Chen Xuan's gaze swept over the unoccupied Number Two seat, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

He hadn't been seen twice already!

The last time he appeared, he brought a god-rank pill suffused with immense Spiritual Qi, stating clearly that he wanted to trade with Number Three, but Number Three ended up standing him up, and the transaction fell through. Now that he thought about it, perhaps Number Two had gotten involved in some troublesome event?

"Fellows, the reason I invited you into this Chaos Void Jade today is that I have a request."

Number Three skipped the pleasantries, getting straight to the point.

Chen Xuan's heart stirred, and Number Eight also sobered, waiting for the explanation.

"The territory of the Rain God Continent is currently facing a disaster of annihilation."

Number Three's voice deepened slightly, "The Yao Race army suddenly mobilized and brazenly invaded from the border. Their momentum is fierce; wherever they pass, cities are ruined and lives are devastated. What's worse is that the Three Great Sects within the continent not only fail to unite against the enemy but are constantly consumed by internal strife, hindering each other, severely compromising their strength."

"The reinforcements from the Nine Continents are also delayed due to the Secret Realm incident in the Heavenly Tribulation Continent, and it's unknown when they will arrive."

Number Three paused, directing his gaze first towards Number Eight, "If the two Fellow Daoists have the capacity, please lend a hand to the Rain God Continent."

"Once the Rain God Continent is breached by the Yao Race, the enemy will definitely not stop there. The next targets will be the Flame Continent, and the neighboring Heavenly Tribulation Continent."

"If this matter can be resolved by the two of you alleviating the crisis in the Rain God Continent, then I will owe you both a favor." Although he couldn't see the face, Chen Xuan could sense that the other party was extremely serious, "In the future, whenever the two of you have a need, I will definitely spare no effort in anything within my capabilities."

Although the words spoken were 'the two of you,' Number Three's gaze remained fixed on Number Eight and did not pay much attention to Chen Xuan.

After all, in the few meetings held in this Chaos space, Chen Xuan mostly just listened to the news. His only active involvement was taking out two eighth-grade elixirs to trade with Number Four, which hardly made him a heavyweight figure.

But Number Eight was different. He was always well-informed, and his every move exuded confidence. Clearly, he either controlled some secret organization or was the leader of a considerable power himself.

A Request for Aid?!

A look of obvious surprise appeared on Chen Xuan's face.

Number Eight pondered for a moment, not agreeing immediately, but instead raising a question: "The Rain God Continent and the Yao Race have been fighting for a thousand years. It not only has the Three Great Sects overseeing it, but also the Eighteen Demon Suppressing Towers supporting each other. Even though one Tower Lord previously defected, it shouldn't have fallen into such a dire situation."

Chen Xuan did not speak, but his mind became active, secretly guessing Number Three's identity again.

Ever since their first meeting in the Chaos space, Number Three frequently mentioned the situation in the Rain God Continent, speaking with deep concern, clearly indicating a profound connection to that land.

But he had specifically looked up relevant information about the Rain God Continent. The records stated that the strongest powers in the Rain God Continent were the Three Great Sects, and the maximum combat strength of these Three Great Sects was merely the Void Refining Realm—not to mention Mahayana Stage Cultivators, there wasn't even concrete news about whether there were any Body Integration Realm experts presiding there.

This was quite intriguing!

Number Three had clearly stated that he wanted to trade for a god-rank pill. Such a rarity could only be obtained by Cultivators above the Mahayana Stage, or by forces with extremely deep Foundations. The Three Great Sects of the Rain God Continent clearly did not possess such strength.

If Number Three truly came from the Rain God Continent, why would he need to trade for a god-rank pill?

Furthermore, when Number Two genuinely brought the god-rank pill, Number Three declined, using the excuse that he had "already found a god-rank pill."

Moreover, trading a heaven-rank magic treasure with Number Four seemed a bit beneath him.

Could it be that Number Three wasn't some old monster of the Mahayana Stage or Undergoing Tribulation Stage at all?

His previous claim of wanting to trade for a god-rank pill was merely to feign profoundness and impersonate a big shot in the Chaos space.

It was like someone from his previous life boasting at night, only to meet a genuine big shot.

But he just happened to run into Number Two, who was serious.

He immediately started to shrink back!

Thinking about it now, Number Two's words at the time also seemed intriguing, as if he had already seen through Number Three's pretense.

Facing Number Eight's skepticism, Number Three explained: "Fellow Daoist must have already heard about the situation of the Chusheng Sect, so there is no need to probe further. As for the Demon Suppressing Towers... a few days ago, another Demon Suppressing Tower defected to the Yao Race. Among the remaining sixteen towers, it is unknown how many people harbor ill intentions. A slight misstep could lead to a desperate situation, being attacked from both front and back."

Number Eight pondered for a moment, then abruptly spoke, "Since Fellow Daoist possesses such a profound Realm, why not personally intervene? Why seek aid from the two of us?"

"This attack by the Yao Race army is a joint scheme orchestrated by three Demon Venerables. The Rain God Continent is merely a chessboard in their contest," Number Three slowly stated. "experts with high cultivation are currently fighting and competing in the Outer Heavens. The outcome of the battle on this land beneath our feet must be decided by other means."

Chen Xuan's expression couldn't help but become more serious.

Although he already had a vague suspicion in his heart, hearing this intelligence firsthand still caused ripples in his mind.

Previously, when drinking and chatting with Qin Tianxing, he had been confused: The Rain God Continent and the Demon Race Continent had fought for a thousand years without a decisive outcome. Why not simply send down a Mahayana Stage Cultivator or a Demon Venerable to settle the matter instantly?

It turned out they just weren't on the same battlefield!

After all, if they truly devastated a continent until its mountains and rivers were broken and its Spiritual Qi was exhausted, what would the Yao Race gain even if they occupied the land?

Conversely, the same was true for the Human Race Heavenly Venerables.

Sacrificing the Spiritual Qi Foundation of a territory for a victory of little significance was not worth the loss.

The nothingness of the Chaos space fell into a brief silence, with only Number Three's blurry figure quietly suspended, awaiting Number Eight's final reply.

After a moment, Number Eight let out a soft breath, breaking the silence: "If the Rain God Continent falls, the Flame Continent and the Heavenly Tribulation Continent will be in danger, like teeth without lips. I truly have no reason to stand by and do nothing."

Number Three's figure visibly trembled: "If Fellow Daoist is willing to help, the millions of people in the Rain God Continent will be eternally grateful!"

"No need to thank me. I am doing this also for self-preservation."

Number Eight waved his hand, his laughter still casual, "However, I have noted the favor you just promised."

"Naturally, naturally!"

Number Three quickly responded, his tone extremely solemn, "As long as the crisis in the Rain God Continent can be resolved, Fellow Daoist only needs to speak up whenever you have a need in the future."

As his voice faded, Number Three seemed unable to suppress his curiosity. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "May I ask which power Fellow Daoist is backed by? It would be good to be prepared once you go to the Rain God Continent. Please forgive my presumptuous question today."

Curiosity also arose in Chen Xuan's heart, and his gaze subconsciously turned toward Number Eight. He, too, was full of questions about this well-informed and decisive Number Eight.

Hearing this, Number Eight chuckled lightly, with no intention of concealing anything: "The power I belong to is called Dao Seeking Sect."