Beastmaster of the Ages

”This keg!!” Li Fan gasped. ”I used to see bowls of springwater, and the material looks similar to your keg... but why do you have so many empty kegs?” He nudged a keg and found that it was full. Rich fragrance leaked out.

”So fragrant!”

”What’s that smell?”

The Myriadpath Sourcespring was sealed and the fragrance was just a tiny bit that had clung to the surface of the keg, but it was enough to make the tens of thousands of astral gods around them intoxicated.

”What kind of fine wine is that?” The two alcoholics, Wudi and Xiaodao, immediately sniffed.

”It’s Myriadpath Sourcespring!” Li Fan suddenly screamed. He quickly counted and shouted, his eyes tearing up as he looked at Tianming. ”Please don’t tell me you brought back ten kegs of Myriadpath Sourcespring! Please don’t say that or I’ll explode.”

For a low-level fortuna disciple, ten kegs of springwater was astronomical. In Myriadpath Valley, getting a bowl of springwater was like a dream, and ten kegs were ten thousand times that amount.

”Go ahead and explode. It won’t be the first time I’ve blown you up.” Tianming rolled his eyes.

It was only through Li Fan’s exaggerated reaction that the elders could truly grasp how significant ten kegs were, further highlighting the extraordinary achievements Tianming had made in Myriadpath Valley.

”Look at my merits,” Tianming extended his hand, showing Li Fan his merit points.

”80,000? Wait no, 800,000?” Li Fan’s legs trembled, and he looked at Tianming as if he were a god.

”Look closer.”

”Eight million!” Li Fan spat out blood on the spot and collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolling back in his head as if his brain had shut down.

”Eight million! How’d you do it?” After twitching for a while, he jumped up and stared at Tianming, demanding an answer.

The elders had no concept of the number, but Li Fan’s reaction piqued their curiosity.

Tianming didn’t want to waste time, so he said, ”It’s simple. The Prehistoric Path happened to open and the idols were very useful to me. I more or less broke through a level with each idol. In the end, I took the House Suishen’s minor pathkeeper, Suishen Zhao, to defeat Qi Tianjian, Yumo Xue, and others, taking the top spot on the Fortuna Path. Since I’m under a hundred years old, my rewards were multiplied by ten, so I directly got ten million points and ten kegs of Myriadpath Sourcespring.”

”Prehistoric Path! Myriadpath idols!” Li Fan seemed to have been struck by lightning, muttering the words in shock.

”Additionally, because I was unprecedented and cleared the seventh ancestral idol, House Qitian and House Suishen appointed me as a minor pathkeeper. Thanks to my good relationship with Suishen Yao, I became a Suishen ward, then a minor pathkeeper of House Suishen.” Tianming mentioned it to inform his elders as well, especially Lin Xiao and Dongshen Yue, so they wouldn’t worry about him.

The dark times under the threats of Huang Daolie and Lan Yun were over.

”Minor pathkeeper! Ah! Ah! Ah!” Li Fan couldn’t handle the shock, shouting like a madman.

”Is being a minor pathkeeper so amazing? Look at you. My son, the second genius of the Infinitum Mundus, achieved this with ease,” Wudi mocked.

Li Fan glanced at the red-haired man, his face contorted, unable to speak. Only those from Myriadpath Valley could truly understand how terrifying Tianming’s achievements were. But he had no choice but to believe it. Even though he hadn’t seen the Myriadpath Sourcespring yet, the eight million points on the ring couldn’t be wrong.

”By the way, let me tell you, Lan Yun is dead. Reverends Daolie, Shujian, and Qingyuan were also executed under Suishen Yao’s orders. The prospective eminent Huang Daosheng also died by my hand and I suppressed the minor pathkeeper of House Yumo, Yumo Yuanni, several times. Now he doesn’t even dare to touch me,” Tianming cheerfully said.

”Ah! Ah! Ah!” Li Fan was so scared he spat out blood again.

”You exaggerate, young brother. It’s as if you’ve never seen the world,” Wudi laughed.

”Godfather, he’s nearly two thousand years old. Compared to him, you are the young brother,” Tianming said.

”That’s right. I’m also a young man,” Wudi agreed.

”Stop it. With your looks, you seem as old as the Second Patriarch,” Xiaodao laughed.

”What?” Wudi looked at Lin Xiao and was dumbfounded. ”Am I that old?”

Everyone nodded and it was Wudi’s turn to be devastated.

However, under Li Fan’s exaggerated reaction, the elders’ faces turned optimistic. They looked at the radiant Tianming and the ten kegs with burning eyes.

”Feng’er! Do you think these ten kegs can completely solve the red dust problem?” Xiaodao asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

”We should ask Li Fan.” Tianming lifted him back to his feet. ”What do you think?”

Li Fan tried to calm down. If Tianming hadn’t been holding him, he might have knelt down to him. Minor pathkeeper! One of the Three Exalted Houses! Those were the ruling houses of the universe. Status, power, strength, background, and support, Tianming had it all now!

It meant Li Fan had hope for a good life if he returned to Myriadpath Valley. So he grit his teeth, calmed down, and tried to be useful. ”I’m not sure. We need to test it!”

”How do we test?” Tianming asked.

”First, find a sealed space. Then we’ll compare the volume with the space between the Sun’s astralguard and fusion barriers. We’ll then release a certain amount of springwater to see the effect,” Li Fan said.

”Ideally, one keg for the Sun, and nine for Ebonia. What do you think?” Tianming asked.

”Yes, that’s ideal. But for now you’re prioritizing the Sun, right?” Li Fan said.

”Of course.” Tianming nodded. Ebonia was too large, with hundreds of billions of living things. If he didn’t have enough springwater, Tianming could only focus on the Sun first and find more to solve Ebonia’s problem later.