Summoners: One Golden Term per Level

Within the National History Museum of the Wild Chicken Country, high-ranking ministers of significant stature, who outside would be considered Kings among the Tier Eight Professionals, were frantically searching through various documents.

Figures continuously brought over various ancient texts.

Shen Fei sat in the tea room of the museum, sipping on tea mixed with milk, slightly frowning at the overly sweet taste of the milk tea and the overpowering scent of perfume filling the room.

Even becoming a Professional couldn’t change their characteristic strong odor.

”Why is it taking so long...” Shen Fei looked at the elder beside him, who was a bit restless, the cultural minister of this Wild Chicken Country.

Muhammad Wakanrem.

Upon hearing Shen Fei’s words, Wakanrem’s expression changed slightly. He cautiously glanced at Hede, who dared not speak, and mumbled, ”When the Sovereign ascended, to strengthen his legitimacy, he burned many previous records.”

”Moreover, to maintain certain narratives, they gathered and burned widely circulated maps and historical records.

Others are still searching.”

Shen Fei frowned slightly, casting a glance at Hede, causing cold sweat to break out on Hede despite the fact that, logically for a Tier Nine Professional, cold sweat was hardly possible to appear.

But he was frightened.

’Once this lord leaves, you’re done for, old man.’

Hede raged internally; he was perceptive.

Shen Fei came to Wild Chicken Country solely for traces of the temple; once found, he would naturally leave.

This old guy could sit as a cultural minister due to his Muhammad family bloodline.

Though he is Tier Nine, if he resorts to killing, he will need others to do his bidding, even helping him find women.

Keeping this old guy is to appease the old forces of Wild Chicken Country.

Leaving him alive, yet he dared to cross the lord?

Time passed slowly, and Shen Fei’s milk tea was replaced with tea, mixed with special items.

Hede’s forehead sweated even more—why haven’t they found it? If not, this lord might get angry, maybe even make him search personally...

He didn’t want to face the Abyss personally.

Moments later.

Someone hurried over, holding sheets of paper, respectfully handing them to Shen Fei while saying:

”Sir, we found it... The temple’s specific location is along the southwestern coast, and now it’s not far from Blood Arrow Zhen Ni.”

Shen Fei took the papers and glanced at them; indeed, they indicated the same. The temple differed from his past destiny; a temple in his previous life was destroyed by an Ancient Greek.

Claiming it was to let them and the temple be remembered historically.

This world’s temple was preserved, yet it fell near an Abyssal Passage at the beginning of the Professional era, so much time has passed.

It truly might not be intact anymore.

Even some remnants would suffice.

Shen Fei collected the papers, then looked at Muhammad Wakanrem, speaking softly, ”What is your Third Transformation task?”

Wakanrem was the second-best Professional in Wild Chicken Country, just below Hede, already Level 90, yet hadn’t completed the Third Transformation.

Age-wise, he belonged to the same generation as Meng Zhengguo.

Even Wild Chicken Country’s former Sovereign was his junior.

At least somewhat cared for Wild Chicken Country, despite some filthy deeds, better than Hede’s blatant use.

Not to meddle in other countries, yet letting this elder ascend to Tier Nine as form of reward is feasible.

With his identity and Tier Nine’s strength, over time, suppressing Hede fiercely isn’t difficult.

If that’s not feasible, Wild Chicken Country’s fate may just be sealed.

”Uhm, slay three Tier Eight Abyssal Creatures of Ifrit, and obtain their Abyss Core.” Wakanrem was slightly startled but quickly answered.

Hope surged in his heart.

Beside him, Hede’s expression changed; what did this mean?

”Can a team be formed?”

”It can.”

”Alright, bring out the Team Contract.”

Shen Fei said, since it’s Ifrit, let the Saintess clear them, sending them all to the ’Nine Realms.’

After all, Abyss outside Wu Xia won’t affect, maybe even Wild Chicken Country would thank Shen Fei.

Not every country can utilize Abyss sustainably like Wu Xia, particularly since knowing about Dao Realm now.

Moving forward, Wu Xia needs continuous birth of Professionals to let Blue Star have its voice in Dao Realm.

Not solely a matter of top-tier combat power.

Wakanrem was overjoyed; if Hede had helped him earlier, he would be Tier Nine now, but Hede refused assistance.

Warned other Tier Eight against forming teams with him, fearing they’d perish in the Abyss.

Such was blatant intimidation.

Even displeased with Hede, they dared not team with Wakanrem to help complete tasks.

The Saintess’s multicolored light enveloped Wakanrem, disappearing instantly from the tea room. Hede’s expression tensed further, looking at changes in Shen Fei’s gaze.

Seemed to foresee upcoming trouble, he clenched his teeth, knelt down, ”I am Lord of Wild Chicken Country, my Profession is the sole profession ’Eternal Life Army Master.’

Currently Level 93, willing to serve the lord...”

Shen Fei merely glanced up at the kneeling Hede, said something that sent chills down Hede’s spine, ”I don’t need subordinates who gift people to the Abyss.”

Hede’s expression turned grim, unwillingly said, ”Sir, this was to preserve Wild Chicken Country. Without my methods, Wild Chicken Country would have perished due to the Abyss long ago.”

He believed this was the most effective way to preserve Wild Chicken Country’s power, not engaging Abyss directly.

Even America, the Church, and Europe took defensive stances against Abyss.

In Wild Chicken Country, there was no other choice.

Shen Fei was uninterested in debating its rights or wrongs with him, not immediately killing Hede was also not interfering in internal affairs of another nation.

After all, assembling the Blue Star Federation lay ahead.

Executing another country’s leader was ultimately bad, even if the initial ’United Agreement’ did specify Demons as targets for annihilation by all nations.

Yet Hede’s actions could only be seen as borderline.

Before long.

The Saintess and Wakanrem reappeared, prompting Hede to hastily check Wakanrem with Reconnaissance Skill, discovering only his level was visible.

[Level: 90 (Third Transformation)]

Hede’s expression already turned grim, but he noticed Wakanrem didn’t show any joy, instead full of shock, unable to speak.

”Wakanrem, I don’t want to hear of Wild Chicken Country sending Professionals for Abyss entertainment anymore.”

With that said, Shen Fei vanished from their sight.

Wakanrem quickly snapped out of it, knelt down where Shen Fei had just sat, kowtowing, ”Will definitely accomplish Allah’s Oracle!”

The two dared not speak, until minutes later.

Hede confirmed Shen Fei had truly departed, coldly smirked, ”Old guy, satisfied now?

You have no idea about my intentions, even now with you, against two Abyss gates, unless appeasing these gates with Professionals, Wild Chicken Country will eventually perish!”

Wakanrem seemed still immersed in a shocking scene, muttering upon hearing Hede, ”Gone...”

”Gone what?”

”Ifrit is gone.” Wakanrem’s tone deepened in shock, recalling a moment just now when endless floods submerged layers of Abyss.

The once unimaginably powerful Abyssal Emperor in his eyes, appeared powerless in those floods like mere mortals, ultimately gathered into a mere palm-sized water sphere.

The three Abyssal Kings he needed for task completion were casually crushed by that woman.

To him, an exceedingly challenging task seemed like simply drinking water.

”Ifrit is gone? Impossible!”

Hede’s pupils widened.