After understanding Cui Fu's request, Jiang Chen readily accepted the invitation.
The Moonscar Chamber of Commerce held immense power, controlling nearly half of the country's trade. Building a relationship with them would undoubtedly benefit him in the long run.
About twenty minutes later, Cui Fu led Jiang Chen to a courtyard in the rear of the Moonscar Chamber of Commerce.
Upon entering, Jiang Chen noticed a dozen figures gathered there. At the forefront stood a middle-aged man in white and a young man in purple, who appeared to be in his early twenties. Behind them were several others wearing the attire of the Moonscar Chamber of Commerce—alchemists and beast trainers, though none appeared to be above the second rank.
All eyes were fixed on a giant eagle in the center of the courtyard.
The eagle was enormous, over a foot tall, with wings glimmering faintly with thunderous light. However, its feathers were disheveled, its body covered in blood, and its breathing labored. Clearly, it was seriously injured.
A Third-Rank Thunderwing Eagle!
Jiang Chen's eyes widened slightly. Was he brought here because of this injured beast?
"Master Yue, I have brought Master Jiang as requested," Cui Fu announced, addressing the middle-aged man in white with respect.
The man, around forty years old, had a striking presence. His handsome face and the powerful aura he exuded suggested he was at least at the Foundation Opening Realm or even higher. Jiang Chen felt a shiver of caution.
Before he could speak, a sneering voice cut through the air.
"President Cui, don't tell me this boy is the Third-Grade Formation Master you mentioned?"
Jiang Chen glanced up to see the young man in purple eyeing him with open disdain.
"Master Kong, Master Jiang is indeed a Third-Grade Formation Master," Cui Fu replied, frowning slightly. "He is the only one in Thunderstone City."
"Chairman Cui," the purple-clothed youth scoffed, "formations are vast and intricate. Even studying for a decade wouldn't make someone a Third-Grade Formation Master. Even the formation prodigies in the Imperial Palace of Daxia Kingdom are rare at this level!"
He narrowed his eyes at Jiang Chen. "Are you suggesting this kid is comparable to the geniuses of the royal family?"
Jiang Chen's eyes flashed coldly. "Whether I'm a Third-Grade Formation Master or not has nothing to do with you. Are you mentally ill?"
"You!" The purple-clothed youth's face darkened, fury evident in his eyes.
"The Moonscar Chamber of Commerce called you here to assist me in healing this Thunderwing Eagle," the youth snapped. "As a Beast Trainer, I've devised a healing plan, but it requires a Third-tier Spirit Gathering Formation."
He glared at Jiang Chen with icy contempt. "If you can't set up the formation, you should leave before embarrassing yourself! If something goes wrong during the treatment, the consequences will be more than you can handle!"
Jiang Chen's expression remained indifferent as he looked at the injured condor. He then shifted his gaze back to the arrogant youth, his eyes filled with disdain.
"So, you want me to assist you in treating this Thunderwing Eagle?" he said calmly.
The young man smirked, clearly expecting Jiang Chen to back down.
"But..." Jiang Chen's voice turned cold. "Assist you? You are not worthy!"