Floating Island - Triple S Talent

Zenithus gave a small smile, as if he already knew what Lein was thinking. "This artifact has the ability to reveal a person's essence, no matter how well they hide it."

Lein narrowed his eyes, now genuinely intrigued. So there existed an artifact capable of penetrating his energy concealment? It seemed he needed to investigate this tool further.

Lein gazed at the artifact with narrowed eyes. "What? A spirit artifact?" he muttered, slightly surprised. He had indeed been searching for a cosmic core to enhance his power, but along the way, he had also been interested in finding artifacts beyond celestial level. And now, one of those extremely rare objects was right before him.

Slowly, he reached for the cross-shaped artifact and felt it with his fingers. The moment it made contact with his skin, something stirred within him. The dream element surrounding his body trembled slightly, as if resonating with the energy radiating from the object.

Lein examined it more closely, taking note of the detailed rune engravings that seemed alive on its surface. "It's incredibly powerful," he murmured, acknowledging the artifact's quality. However, after a moment of evaluating it, he returned the item to Zenithus and calmly took a sip of tea from the cup on the table. "A very powerful artifact," he repeated in a flat tone, though admiration was evident in his voice.

Zenithus gave a slight smile and shook his head. "No need for praise, Senior," he said humbly. "This item was given to me by the sect leader." There was a faint glint of emotion in his eyes as he mentioned his sect leader, as if recalling something.

Lein waited silently, allowing Zenithus to continue his explanation.

"I am the market's appointed guardian this year, so I carry this artifact to prevent unnecessary trouble. During the market's duration, we encounter many individuals from various backgrounds. With this, I can immediately determine who is in front of me, preventing misunderstandings that could escalate into conflict," Zenithus explained in a professional tone.

Lein nodded slowly. "That makes sense," he muttered lightly. Such arrangements were indeed logical. If a sect member couldn't recognize their opponent and acted recklessly, unavoidable conflicts could arise. And the stronger the offended party, the bigger the problem would become. A wise sect would surely avoid such incidents.

Zenithus put away his artifact and then looked at Lein with a slightly hesitant expression. "Apologies, Senior," he said in a more cautious tone. "I don't know much about the Seed of Law, but I have heard about it from the sect leader. If you're willing, perhaps you could ask him directly?"

Lein narrowed his eyes, observing Zenithus closely. The offer was exactly what he had hoped for—Zenithus didn't have enough information, but he knew someone who might. However, there was something about the way Zenithus presented it that made Lein a little skeptical. It felt too inviting, as if he had another agenda.

"I'd prefer if you just stated your motive directly," Lein said bluntly. His time was too valuable to be wasted on word games.

Zenithus seemed slightly tense. For a moment, he remained silent before finally taking a deep breath. A nervous smile appeared on his face, and he lowered his head slightly. "Forgive me, Senior," he said sincerely.

Then, he continued honestly, "I would like to invite you to be an honored guest at my sect. I've heard rumors that our sect leader is seeking the help of a King-tier Ruler to resolve a conflict with the Maledictus Sect." This time, there was no more hesitation in his voice—he chose to lay everything out in the open.

Lein furrowed his brows, then without much thought, glanced at Efan, who was sitting beside him. "What do you think?" he asked briefly.

Efan raised an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing slightly as he stared blankly into the air, as if seeing something invisible. He possessed a unique ability that allowed him to perceive the lines of fortune within an event.

For Lein, he had no interest in getting involved in sect conflicts unless they provided some form of benefit. However, before rejecting or accepting Zenithus's offer, he wanted to ensure one thing—whether this would bring him fortune or unnecessary disaster.

Efan shook his head slightly, signaling that there was no fortune to be gained from Zenithus's offer.

"I can't," Lein said lightly, as if the offer wasn't even worth his consideration. "If you have any information about the Seed of Law, meet me at the Auberge Lux hotel. In return, I might consider helping."

Without waiting for a response, Lein turned and walked out of the room. Laras and Efan followed behind him, leaving Zenithus standing in place.

Zenithus remained there, adjusting the table with slow movements. His gaze was empty, not out of anger, but because his mind was working hard, trying to figure out his next move. His fingers gripped the edge of the table before slowly releasing it as a decision formed in his mind.

"I must meet the sect leader immediately," he muttered with determination. With swift steps, he exited the room, slipping into the growing crowd.

Meanwhile, Lein and the others had left the bar and were now walking through the marketplace.

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"Fresh fruits! Picked straight from the sacred orchard! Taste the sweetness of sun apples!" shouted a young man behind a stall full of brightly colored fruits.

On the other side, a burly man swung a large knife over a wooden table. "High-quality star beast meat! Freshly hunted from the sacred plains!" A massive slab of meat, weighing at least ten kilograms, hung from a pole, its fresh blood still dripping slowly.

The shouts of other vendors blended into the bustling atmosphere:

"Lightweight silver robes! Protect your body and enhance the flow of sacred energy!"

"Healing elixirs! One sip, and all wounds disappear!"

Several young vendors wore sect uniforms, indicating that they were disciples of the Invictus Sect, helping to sell goods.

Lein walked steadily, his eyes scanning his surroundings while occasionally catching the scent of various spices and incense carried by the wind.