Unconsciously, the day has dawned.
Xu Baiyan ended her conversation with Yuan Xingzi and wandered the streets alone.
Wandering aimlessly.
Like a lost soul.
Xu Baiyan’s mind was blank, her thoughts a chaotic ss.
The Dao Gate, Yuan Xingzi.
Jing Niao City, Cang Ji.
And her father, Su Qingfeng.
Chaos!
Why is this world so chaotic?
Why can’t I be a simple human, why must I endure such a fate?
If only I were like Yang Lezhi, rely a war orphan, how wonderful that would be.
Then I could be a good daughter.
How wonderful!
How wonderful indeed!
Why does fate tornt so?
Should I agree with Yuan Xingzi?
Should I really?
Is there still a place for on this Earth?
Will the people of the Cabinet and the Research Institute truly let go?
I don’t know what to do.
Who will tell what to do?
What should I do!
Xu Baiyan found a park, sat on a bench, and watched the elderly doing their morning exercises in a daze.
It was supposed to be a bright and sunny day.
Yet Xu Baiyan felt an overwhelming suffocating oppression, this place seed more sinister than the Wet Realm.
I don’t know what to do!
...
Dongdu City!
Zhao Qi Corps, General’s Office!
Lin Dongqi looked at the recent casualties in the Zhao Qi Corps, his brows deeply furrowed.
The third battlefield had cald down, but since Cang Ji’s return, it was again shrouded in nightmares.
Although the Elixir Group had transported the Frost Vine Armor over, Cang Ji’s Tuyue Death Warriors were terrifying.
Tuyue Death Warriors, a Yangxiang Race army exceeding ten thousand, all mbers of the fifth grade, and possessing absolute loyalty to Cang Ji, always ready for death. In lower-tier military battles, they were practically unbeatable.
Cang Ji mastered a combat technique, he could massively enhance the strength of Tuyue Death Warriors.
Though Tuyue Death Warriors sacrificed their foundation, leaving them unable to break through to Grandmaster in this life.
Yet they dominated the mid-tier martial artist battlefield.
Cang Ji’s core creation of Tuyue Death Warriors lay in the heart of human martial artists.
Yes!
To ordinary Yangxiang Race martial artists, a human martial artist’s heart was rely a treasure that could enhance Qi Blood.
In Cang Ji’s hands, he could refine the heart into a Moon Drawing Pill, allowing the Yangxiang Race to rapidly break through to the fifth grade.
The Moon Drawing Pill could also affect the martial artist’s mind, which was why Tuyue Death Warriors were absolutely loyal to Cang Ji.
Thus, Jing Niao City loved to launch charges against Wet Ghost Tower.
As long as they could retrieve the heart of a human martial artist, even if sacrificing several martial artists, it was absolutely worthwhile.
But such dreadful warfare was unbearable for the Zhao Qi Corps.
Fortunately with the Frost Vine Armor, the losses of the Zhao Qi Corps were sowhat mitigated.
Let’s not say Cang Ji himself is the strongest Ninth Grade, just these Tuyue Death Warriors were enough to throw a battlefield into disarray.
In the anti, Lin Dongqi’s hair whitened considerably.
Hateful.
Cang Ji, that beast, is simply a nightmare.
Cough... Cough... Cough...
Suddenly, Lin Dongqi coughed repeatedly, his face instantly turning ashen.
From his heart area, wisps of chilly smoke erged.
Lin Dongqi’s facial veins contorted, he hurriedly circulated Qi Blood to suppress the intense pain in his heart, then took out a pill and ingested it.
A full half-hour later, the cold air on Lin Dongqi finally dissipated.
At that mont, everything within three ters was frozen, the entire office steeped in chilling cold, appearing like a morgue filled with countless frozen corpses.
Bang!
Lin Dongqi took a deep breath and unleashed a burst of Qi Blood with a palm thump.
In an instant, all the ice sealing the office vanished.
Yes!
Not lted, just vanished, leaving no water traces on the ground.
"Damn cold poison!"
Lin Dongqi furrowed his brows tightly, clenching his teeth, exhaustion filling his pupils.
Who would’ve thought, the dignified general of Zhao Qi Corps, was still afflicted by cold poison.
"Can’t suppress the cold poison anymore?"
Just then, a gaunt little old man flew through the window.
Though Zhao Qi Corps was heavily guarded, it couldn’t stop Yuan Xingzi of the ninth grade.
After his conversation with Xu Baiyan, he took a car straight to Dongdu City.
Lin Dongqi in the office had been waiting for Yuan Xingzi.
"How did the talks go, did Xu Baiyan agree to go to Jing Niao City?"
Lin Dongqi heated a kettle of boiling water and drank it all in one gulp.
He glanced at Yuan Xingzi without any surprise.
"No agreent!"
"But I can still live a few more months, no rush, she will agree eventually!"
Yuan Xingzi sat on the sofa.
At first glance, he really looked like a dead person.
Petite, skin and bones, resembling a paper figure dressed in clothes.
"You’ll be satisfied, I’ll die before you."
Lin Dongqi sneered.
"Ultimately, our plan to kill Cang Ji really involves utilizing a young girl. Honestly, it feels cruel.
"Su Qingfeng and Yao Chenqing are Divine Land’s contributors, yet here we are scheming against Xu Baiyan, it’s harming her!"
Lin Dongqi heated another kettle of water.
He turned to the mirror.
His reflection looked sowhat ugly.
"No, I don’t see it as harming her, rather helping her.
"Xu Baiyan is the orphan of Thunder Race; she can’t live peacefully in Divine Land.
"Thunder Race belongs to the Wet Realm, that’s her true ho. Once Cang Ji is killed, Xu Baiyan can return to Thunder Race’s land and quietly live out the rest of her life.
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