Chapter 423 Forever Trashy Netcom

Chapter 423 (06): The Ever-Trashy Netcom

It took over a month, and most of those magic materials were gathered by the mages.

Then the mage carried a large number of books and precious magic materials to several super empires on the Barbarian Continent. Here, the mage would use the books in his hands to exchange for those materials. Moreover, when the mage left the settlement, the only seven or eight Tier 9 Professionals in the alliance also began some collection work in other small and medium-sized countries.

Time flowed like water, and decades passed in the blink of an eye. In a medium-sized city of the Beizhi Empire, a great merchant had his ancestral home here. This merchant family had been passed down for millions of years, and its members had acquired a large number of precious high-level cultivation methods; at least some Tier 8 Professionals had appeared relatively frequently in this family.

A mage wrapped entirely in a black robe hovered quietly above this merchant family's compound after nightfall. The mage wore a black crown on his head, with black light occasionally flowing over it, looking very beautiful.

The black magic staff appeared very ancient. If not for the magic script on its shaft, it could easily be mistaken for an ordinary walking stick used by an old man.

The night deepened, but the merchant family's compound was still brightly lit. Some servants quickly carried food through the various houses; they had to prepare the night snack for the guests here. Of course, this was mainly because a distinguished guest had arrived tonight; otherwise, the family members would have rested by now.

The mage waited for a long time until two or three magic hours had passed before some guests left in carriages. The mage waited a little longer, and finding that the living room still had lights on, he tore through space and entered the residence.

When the mage appeared, everyone in the living room was stunned. However, a middle-aged man with an ordinary face sitting in the center was slightly surprised, then raised his hand to stop the commotion in the room. "Honorable Mage, what can I do for you?" This person was clearly the ruler of the family. She then waved for the guards by her side to withdraw, so as not to displease the powerful mage before him.

"A violet bead. I know your family has a violet bead. It is said to have a history of hundreds of thousands of years. I need it now. What do you want in exchange for this bead?" The mage spoke in a low voice, but everyone in the huge living room could hear him clearly.

"Honorable Mage, I sent this bead out many years ago, giving it to a distinguished guest," the merchant frowned slightly, then told the whereabouts of the bead. Of course, she also signaled servants to bring wine and pastries to entertain the sudden intruder.

The mage waved his staff discontentedly, then took out dozens of books from his spatial ring and threw them on the ground. "Don't talk to me like that. I only know that I must find that bead now. These books will serve as our exchange fee. They contain methods for a Tier 8 Spellcaster to advance to Tier 9. Although relatively common, I believe your family greatly needs them." With that, the mage closed his eyes and waited quietly for the owner's response.

"Honorable Mage, I will have them fetch that bead immediately," the merchant glanced at the books on the ground, then promptly instructed a middle-aged mage to bring the violet bead. She then personally handed it to the mage. "Honorable Mage, may I know your name?" The ruler asked Shaoke's name respectfully, her tone deferential.

The light purple bead was seized by the mage, and he immediately relaxed. After carefully examining the bead's age, he ignored the merchant, tore through space, and vanished instantly.

"That bead is our family heirloom, the only mark left by our ancestors in this world," a girl dressed as a mage said loudly after the mage left.

"Father, you shouldn't have given that bead to that stranger for just those few books. Moreover, we don't even know if the books are genuine."

The middle-aged ruler paid no attention to her daughter, but crouched down to carefully pick up the books on the ground, then stored them in her magic bag. "That bead is of no use to our family at all. Even if it were an extremely precious magic material, with our knowledge we could not use it. Moreover, a method to advance to Tier 9 Spellcaster—I believe if the other party had used this item to trade with any other family, they would have jumped at the chance." The merchant paused slightly and then continued:

"A method for advancing to Tier 9? Our family has been striving for this for nearly a million years." She touched her magic bag, then instructed everyone to keep today's matter secret. Under the protection of her guards, she returned to their secret chamber.

As for the authenticity of the books, the merchant didn't care at all. She didn't believe that a powerful mage capable of tearing space would deceive her. Even if he had deceived her, she would still have handed over the bead—a bead of unknown use in exchange for befriending a powerful Spellcaster was a very good deal.

After leaving that city, the mage turned and headed straight for the Barbarian Empire. This mage was Shaoke, who had come out to search for magic materials. Over these past few decades, he either exchanged items with others or obtained many materials for his potion recipe through plunder.

During these decades, he had visited nearly every major empire and above on the continent. Although it was very exhausting and dangerous, his gains were considerable; at least, the mage had now collected a majority of the potion recipe.

When the mage was about to arrive at the public teleportation array of the Maple Leaf Empire, a white-robed warrior intercepted him. "Mage Xueye, I think you should return to your own settlement as soon as possible. You have been wandering outside for decades. I don't want you to destroy any more families and cities over some magic materials. The continent's guardians have already taken notice of you. I hope you pay attention to this." This white-robed warrior was the one who had delivered the message to the mage after his advancement to Tenth Tier.

"I did not cast any Tenth-Tier Spell," Shaoke replied calmly to the white-robed warrior. Although he had used relatively drastic measures to obtain some materials, he had always remembered the basic rule of Tenth-Tier Professionals on this continent—that they could not use Tenth-Tier exclusive attacks.

The white-robed warrior shrugged helplessly. "But your Tier 9 attacks are not much different from some ordinary Tenth-Tier Spells. I hope you can stay calm for a while." The warrior frowned and added, "The military of the Minxi Empire has already mentioned some matters to the guardian here. As a Tenth-Tier Mage, you have destroyed three large cities and countless small cities here. This situation has made the guardian very dissatisfied."

"I just wanted to exchange some materials with them. But they refused and even sent people to attack me," Shaoke tightened his cloak. "They even had a Tenth-Tier Professional attack me. Even under those circumstances, I did not release any Tenth-Tier offensive spells." The mage looked up at the sky. The night was beautiful, with some stars shining. With his powerful mental strength, the mage sensed a Star Mage cultivating nearby not far away.

The white-robed warrior smiled, then flew a distance away and said, "The guardian here is a Star Mage. He is about to attack you. I think after you withstand his attack, he will no longer trouble you." The white-robed warrior had barely finished speaking when a beam of light flew down from the sky, targeting Shaoke, who had already been on alert.

The Star Mage's most basic yet single-target most powerful spell—summoning starlight to strike the enemy. This beam was hundreds of meters thick, and the surrounding space began to shatter as it descended. The mage chanted strange incantations in a low voice. As the chant progressed, rings of black light enveloped the mage, then under his control, these rings flew out, expanded, and enshrouded the incoming starlight attack. The hundreds-of-meters-thick beam rapidly shrank under the effect of the black rings and then vanished. But at this moment, the mage still had nine rings on him. Six of these rings flew away from the mage, tore through space, and launched an attack toward the location the mage sensed.

"Even if we fought, I doubt I could beat you," the white-robed warrior stared into the distance, his eyes seemingly seeing the rings flying out from the void and the Star Mage expending a large number of precious magic items and some techniques to shake off the attack of those six rings.

"Even if you are powerful, do not kill these guardians on this continent, or you'll be surrounded and killed by over a dozen Legendary Masters." The white-robed warrior glanced at Shaoke again. "If your spellcasting speed for this spell were a bit faster, I believe even ordinary Twelfth-order beings could possibly be killed by it." With that, the warrior tore through space and left. He was going to persuade that guardian.

The mage stood there in a daze for a moment, then dispersed the rings on his body. His spellcasting speed was already the fastest; the attack just now had consumed a full third of his mental power and magic power. All because it was his unique, strange Tenth-Tier Spell.