Myth Beyond Heaven 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.”

“Since the bridge has collapsed, only a few trials and tests are currently functioning. However, a man named Yun Tian had successfully reached the end of the bridge and entered the road to reincarnation. This showed that it’s still possible.”

He paused briefly to look at Yun Lintian and then continued. “Of course, not everyone can achieve that. Not even the five emperors. However, anyone who successfully completes the remaining trials will receive numerous benefits. They are guaranteed to reach the God Ascension Realm.”

“Guaranteed?” Yun Lintian was surprised.

“Yes.” Qing Tie responded. “All the ghost kings have proven this point.”

“I see.” Yun Lintian immediately understood.

He thought for a moment and asked. “Are you sure you can provide me with a quota?”

Qing Tie said confidently. “Although we have one quota remaining, we can allocate it to you without any issue as long as you promise to repay us.”

“Promise?” Yun Lintian chuckled. “Are you not afraid that I might break my promise later?”

Qing Tie smiled and said. “If that is the case, so be it. It’s not as if the bridge will close forever.”

Yun Lintian stared at Qing Tie and was certain he wasn’t lying. He said. “Although it is quite tempting, I’m afraid you cannot give it to me.”

“What do you mean?” Qing Tie felt confused.

“Before I left the capital city, I saw some people from the Ji Clan doing something suspiciously. It seemed like they were preparing a trap for your Qing Clan.”

Qing Tie’s expression changed dramatically. Before leaving, Qing Heng was about to meet with the Ji Clan to exchange Ji Daiyu for his eldest daughter.

Qing Tie cupped his fists and said solemnly. “Thank you for informing me. We owe you once again. I hope that we can become friends next time we meet.”

As Qing Tie was about to leave, Yun Lintian suddenly said. “Let me go with you.”

Qing Tie was startled for a moment and said. “Many thanks.”

The two of them immediately rushed toward the capital city.

***

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!