Online game: Only I can see the hidden information

Since Elder Lan has given his approval, Ye Bai's proposal can be considered passed.

There were still some preparations to be made before Ye Bai set off.

He first handed over some of the supplies to Ying Shiyi and Lan Lao.

"Here are 6000 tons of Grade A ore and 1200 tons of Grade S ore. You'll need them to build your defenses, so be sure to keep them safe!"

Shadow held onto the ring tightly, refusing to let go, while Shadow Eleven stood frozen in place.

I know I need to keep it safe, but why don't you just let go!

Old Lan coughed lightly twice.

"Ahem, the amount of ore consumed will be reimbursed afterward at wartime prices."

This refers to the highest price at which the ore was sold within the past seven days.

The storage ring instantly landed in Shadow Eleven's hand.

His feelings were extremely complicated, and he didn't know how to express them.

Ye Bai, seemingly unperturbed, took out another storage ring and introduced it,

"I also have some scrolls and props here, which a kind young man gave to me for free, so I won't charge you."

Besides the supplies, there was something else that was handed to Elder Lan.

Looking at the item in his hand, Old Lan was momentarily curious. "What is this?"

"The Magical Conch Shell".

Ye Bai gave a brief introduction to the functions of the magical conch.

Besides transmitting sound, blowing the whistle can also open a portal, allowing the two parties to travel back and forth.

It works even in the stitched-up abyss dimension!

Ye Bai said, slightly embarrassed.

"To be honest, without this, I really wouldn't dare to go out with Brother Chongshan."

When exploring the abyss planes and searching for weak points in space, the efficiency is greatly reduced without the [Eye of Insight].

Although Ye Bai cherished his life, he also knew that the situation was extremely precarious.

Dragging it out will only put you in a more dangerous situation.

That's not valuing one's life, that's being a fool.

Old Master Lan nodded slightly. "That's for the best."

With the magical conch shell, Shura and the others can escape at any time if they encounter any danger.

Shadow Ten also handed over a batch of supplies to Shadow Eleven.

Before setting off, we did consider the possibility of a long-term battle in the stitched plane, and we prepared plenty of supplies for that purpose.

Especially in terms of increasing mental defense, not only are there items available for Shadow Eleven, but a batch was also specially made for Elder Lan.

"By the way, Elder Lan, after you reunite with the squad, it would be best to set up a temporary fortress."

As he spoke, Ye Bai sketched a simple design of a fortress that could withstand attacks from War God-level monsters.

In this way, even if there is a monster horde, they don't have to worry about their safety.

Relying on the advantageous terrain of the fortress built from high-grade ore, it is weak in offense but strong in defense.

As for who the MVP of the game was, there's no need to say more.

After settling everything in place, Ye Bai pointed eastward.

"The rescue team will come from this direction and is already 10 kilometers away."

After saying that, Ye Bai shifted his finger, pointing in the opposite direction, and said...

"To get to another section, Chongshan and I will take this route, as it's closer."

There are still few monsters around, making it easier to travel. Let's set off now.

With that, Ying Shi stood up and prepared to head west.

"Be careful and don't be reckless."

Old Lan also stood up, looked down at Shadow Ten's shadow, and said with a smile,

"You're only level 200, there's no need to take on such a heavy burden. Our human race has fought for thirty years and a hundred years, all for the sake of making life easier for future generations. How come you're getting worse as you get older?"

Sending you to the Abyss, Ninth Brother, was just being ridiculous.

Lan Lao is probably the only one in the world who dares to directly say that Ying Jiu is being ridiculous.

If anyone else dared to say that, Ninth Master would draw his sword and kill them.

As for why Ninth Master didn't kill Elder Lan?

If Shadow Nine dares to slash, Blue Sky Qi dares to die!

The kind that even the strongest could not save!

Sometimes, there's a kind of joy to being level 60, something even the ninth-tier War Gods can't imagine.

Shadow Ten's shadow scratched its head sheepishly and chuckled.

"Mr. Lan, please stop talking! If you keep going, I'm not leaving!"

"I finally mustered up the courage to take a few more steps, and now I'm starting to regret it!"

Despite saying that, Shadow Ten continued moving westward without any pause.

Old Master Lan waved his hand as a farewell, and said...

"Next time we meet, I have something to tell you, it concerns Ninth Brother."

Shadow Ten's shadow suddenly stretched for tens of meters, rushing towards Elder Lan, and even sprouting a pointed tip.

"Mr. Lan, what a coincidence that we meet again!"

Old Lan closed his eyes naturally, groped in front of him with his hands, and muttered to himself,

"This illusion is getting more and more powerful; I can't see anything anymore!"

It's a case of meeting your match.

Ye Bai gave up trying to get information out of Old Lan, and his shadow snapped back like a rubber band.

Old Lan opened his eyes and watched the two figures gradually disappear into the distance, the smile on his face slowly fading away.

Finally, his face was full of worry, his brows furrowed with anxiety.

Ying Shiyi noticed Elder Lan's unusual behavior and asked softly, "Elder Lan, what's wrong?"

"Shura lied to us."

Old Lan sighed, shook his head, and changed the subject, asking...

"Did you see that pillar of blood energy from before?"

Ying Shi nodded. "I saw it. It was Xue Meng who made the move. It's absolutely true."

"I've watched Xue Meng grow up. I know his personality. He's rough around the edges but meticulous at heart. He's definitely not a reckless person. Even when fighting a demon god, he wouldn't easily make such a commotion."

Old Lan analyzed carefully and slowly said,

"The sword strike that Shura made earlier will most likely be met with disgust and rejection from the will of the stitched abyss, and the demons will actively seek him out and attack him."

To alleviate the pressure on Shura, Xue Meng released an even stronger aura, actively attracting the attention of the Abyss's will.

Even so, Shura was under considerable pressure. He used the excuse of splitting up to act separately, but actually... sigh.

Lan Tianqi chuckled and sat back in his chair, saying self-deprecatingly,

"A scholar is useless in all aspects."

Every time Lan Tianqi approaches the battlefield, he faces this sense of powerlessness.

I felt this most deeply during the thirty years of bloody war.

He thought he would never go to the battlefield again and would never have such insights again.

Unexpectedly, today, in front of an eighteen-year-old youth, Lan Tianqi rediscovered the feeling of his youth.

Useless is a scholar.

As he chuckled to himself, Lan Tianqi shook the conch shell in his hand. He looked down and saw sixty coins lying quietly on the ground, caught by his shadow.

This is the silver coin he used to buy that stone. Shura took it out earlier to prove his identity, but Elder Lan told him to put it away again.

At this moment, he returned to Old Master Lan's side.

He looked up to the west, but the mist obscured his view, and he could only vaguely see the figures of Ying Shi and the boy walking side by side.

Old Lan smiled and shook his head.

It's most likely a misreading.

How could Shura possibly step out of the shadow so easily?

In any case, it seems that Old Lan really did see that scene.

Under the starlight, the young man, shrouded in the winds of nightmares, held the Heavenly King Sword, exuding heroic spirit and high morale.

Lan Tianqi hummed a nameless little tune softly.

"It's like when I was eighteen, I also longed to ride a horse with high spirits, and I also dreamed of my beloved girl who was as beautiful as the moon and as lovely as the flowers..."

The music gradually faded, the figures in the mist disappeared, and the memories vanished from sight.

The sandstorm blinded me, obscuring what I once knew.

"A man over a hundred years old is still letting kids under twenty years old rush to the front."

Lan Tianqi bent down, picked up the sixty silver coins from the ground, rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his aged body seemed to be awakened by an indescribable spiritual power.

His gaze was solemn, carrying immense weight, as he looked in the direction where Shura had disappeared.

He spoke, word by word.

"I, Lan Tianqi, will one day be ahead of everyone else!"

One day!