Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Chapter 277 Transport Team

There was a murmur of surprise from those around them, but Zhuge Zhao and Bai Ze leaned against a wooden stake not far away, their expressions calm, their eyes even carrying a hint of self-righteousness.

This result was exactly what they expected.

Ah Xing struggled to lift his upper body, his eyes filled with shock, and the dull pain in his chest was still spreading.

The seemingly ordinary yet incredibly powerful spiritual energy that Guan Xun had just possessed was still lingering in his body, making his breathing tremble.

Guan Xun glanced at him, then flicked his wrist to dispel the faint white mist, leaving not a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation at his fingertips.

She stood calmly, as if the slap she had just delivered had merely brushed away the dust that had settled on her shoulder.

"Ah Xing, are you feeling alright?" Zhuge Zhao couldn't help but grin and tease, raising his chin at the person on the ground. "I wasn't joking with you, was I? I told you before not to underestimate anyone, but you wouldn't listen."

"Sigh." Ah Xing gritted his teeth and used the railing to get up, trying to suppress the dull pain in his chest. His steps were very unsteady.

He looked like he was in extreme pain.

The surrounding disciples swarmed around him and quickly reached out to help him up.

Many people stared at Guan Xun on the high platform, their astonishment still lingering. They shook their heads and sighed, "I'm impressed. His strength is truly undeniable. If I were to go up there, I would be a complete failure."

Ah Xing was only twenty-five, still quite arrogant at that age. He blushed and cupped his hands towards Guan Xun, his tone full of sincere admiration: "I underestimated you. Your strength is truly remarkable, young lady. I am completely convinced of my defeat."

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something important, his eyes lit up, and his tone abruptly changed: "By the way! With your skills, young lady, you could totally join the Upper Residence Pavilion transport team."

Upon hearing this, Guan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, a rare hint of interest appearing in his eyes.

She took a half step forward, somewhat curious: "Upper Residence Transport Team?"

"Uh..." Ah Xing clutched his still throbbing chest, staggered to a nearby bluestone and sat down, his tone tinged with surprise, "Don't you know? Every three years, the three main halls of the Holy City have to offer crystal black liquid to the Upper Residence Pavilion."

Guan Xun raised an eyebrow slightly and nodded as if deep in thought.

She naturally knew about the tribute, having inquired about it when she first arrived in Zhongzhou. However, at that time, she only knew that it was about transporting obsidian, not that it was about sending the crystal black liquid extracted from obsidian.

Ah Xing took a breath and continued, "Because the Crystal Black Liquid is too important, there can be no mistakes. Therefore, the escorts are all carefully selected people who are superior in all aspects."

"To put it bluntly, once you take on this job, you have to risk your life to protect these black crystal liquids. If anything goes wrong, you'll be dismissed at best, and at worst..." He paused and didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning behind his unfinished words was self-evident.

As he spoke, he chuckled softly and rubbed his still-suffocating chest: "Hehe, this job sounds strict, but the pay is really generous, more than ten times better than the monthly allowance for us ordinary disciples."

"If you want to go, just go to the transport team's base and register. Let them examine you on the spot. If you pass, you pass; if you don't, just consider it a bit of fun."

"It just so happens that their team ran into some trouble a few days ago, and they're currently short one person. With your skills, you'd definitely be a good fit."

Upon hearing this, Guan Xun suddenly understood. It turned out that when Elder Eagle Eye mentioned there was still a chance to go to Shangju Pavilion, he was referring to this method.

It's an opportunity that only comes once every three years, but it's not something she can't give up. Besides, she needs some time to improve her skills.

Her fingertips unconsciously rubbed her cuffs. After a moment of contemplation, she looked up at Ah Xing and asked, "I wonder how long it will be before the next offering?"

Ah Xing was taken aback, then shook his head and scratched the back of his head: "I really don't know. I'm usually so focused on my cultivation, who would pay special attention to these days?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Zhao leaned over and said, "Sister, I know."

"Based on the time of the last offering, there is still a year and a half before the next offering."

He paused, then added, "When the Upper Pavilion opens, only the team escorting the Crystal Black Liquid will be allowed to enter. No one else, no matter how powerful, will be able to step inside."

Seeing the obvious interest in Guan Xun's eyes, Zhuge Zhao frowned and said with a puzzled look, "Sister, given your status, there's no need for you to get involved in this. The palace will arrange for someone else to transport it. Besides... Father probably won't agree."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding area became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

The disciples surrounding them seemed to be frozen in place, their astonishment turning into bewilderment, their mouths opening and closing but unable to utter a sound.

Those who had just teased him stared wide-eyed.

A-Xing gasped, turning sharply to look at Guan Xun with eyes full of confusion.

Xiao Zhao called her "sister"? And even mentioned her father? Who exactly is this girl? Could she be...?

Just as everyone was filled with shock and questions, a steady footstep approached, breaking the stillness in the room.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of six people walking towards the entrance of the training ground, five men and one woman, their steps unsteady yet exuding composure.

The group did not emanate any spiritual power, but with each step they took, an invisible and powerful aura seemed to emanate from them, making the surrounding air feel slightly tight.

The man at the front was dressed in a black outfit. He stood ramrod straight, and his eyes and brows showed a sharpness that came with years of experience. Even if he stood there silently, he was not to be underestimated.

Guan Xun glanced at the six people and immediately knew their strength. The highest level was the leader, whose cultivation had reached level 85.

It's alright.

Ah Xing leaned forward and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Oh my, speak of the devil! These guys are from the transport team. They come here to practice from time to time, and we just happened to run into each other. What a coincidence!"

He pointed at the leader and lowered his voice: "Look, the one at the front is Xuan Hei, the captain of the transport team. The five behind him are just a part of the team. They often go to dangerous places like the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons to accumulate combat experience and improve their strength."

"Look at them, the smell of blood on them is so strong it's hard to shake off. You can tell they just came back from training outside. They've barely landed and they're heading straight for the training ground." He shook his head and sighed. "These guys are really going all out."

Guan Xunjing listened, and finally asked indifferently, "If you want to sign up, you can just tell their captain directly?"

"Of course not, the captain's decision is final."

Zhuge Zhao, who was standing nearby, took two steps forward and asked, "Sister, are you really going? Shouldn't you tell Father first?"

"unnecessary."

"Ok."

As they spoke, Xuanhei and his group approached.

Just as they brushed past each other, Guan Xun looked up, his voice calm and clear as it drifted over.

What are the requirements to join the transport team?