Song Zhen had returned to the dormitory where the other two female cultivators were already waiting in the room. The three of them were the only female mbers of the entire team.
After all, scouting missions in the wilds were inherently more suited to n.
One of them was Liu Ruonan, a girl with a crew cut so short that she resembled a boy. She looked at Song Zhen and asked, "Did you go chat with that Daniel Wu?"
"Uh-huh," Song Zhen said with a smile. "He’s really handso. Just talking with him lifts my spirits."
Liu Ruonan snorted, "Don’t say I didn’t warn you. That Daniel Wu is almost 40 years old. Not to ntion he reached the third realm at 40, which shows his poor talent in cultivation, how do you know if he’s not already married?"
Song Zhen pursed her lips and replied, "I’m just chatting with a handso guy. What are you fantasizing about?"
Liu Ruonan responded, "I’m just looking out for you because we’re comrades in arms. Daniel Wu, with his poor talent and older age, is fine to look at, but don’t think too much about it."
"Pfft, what use is great strength? Can anyone strong enough defeat Heavenly Demons or deities?" Song Zhen retorted. "I just want soone who’s handso. Everything else doesn’t matter. We don’t even know when we’ll die. Maybe you’ll die tomorrow, or maybe I will. Why bother thinking so much?"
Hearing this, Liu Ruonan sighed. Qin Tian’s squad had just been decimated, with 8 out of 11 mbers dead before they reassigned reinforcents.
On the Heavenly Demon Battlefield, danger and death could co at any mont, even for cultivators at the fifth and sixth realms, who couldn’t guarantee their own safety.
Song Zhen turned to the other silent female cultivator, "Miao Xian, what do you think of how Daniel Wu looks? He’s exceptionally handso, isn’t he?"
The girl known as Miao Xian, slightly shorter, had sneakily glanced at Zhou Bai several tis when she first joined the team. She nodded awkwardly at Song Zhen’s question, "He is quite good-looking."
"See, I told you so," Song Zhen said. "You guys make sure to cover him tomorrow, don’t let him die on his first day on the battlefield."
Liu Ruonan turned around, "Hmph, we can’t even guarantee our own survival, let alone look after soone else." She paused, then added, "Let’s sleep early. We’re going to be exhausted soon."
Song Zhen also lay down on her bed and suddenly sighed, "Next ti we have a break, I want to go back and visit Nanshan City. I haven’t been there for a long ti. Liu Ruonan, co with when the ti cos."
Liu Ruonan murmured an agreent.
...
Elsewhere, after Song Zhen had left, Zhou Bai no longer chatted with Qian Wangsun, and instead focused his attention on the area around his chest.
There, a round, thumb-sized, crystal-clear sphere was emitting a dim golden light.
It was the last remaining Dharma Saint Relic at Beihai Dao School.
Zhou Bai was using a special consecration thod to connect with the Dharma Saint Relic through his Primordial Spirit, continuously leveraging its pure power.
Accompanied by delicate strands, exceedingly pure power flowed through Zhou Bai’s Primordial Spirit into his sea of consciousness, blending into his catastrophic Primordial Spirit. Zhou Bai could feel his Primordial Spirit power growing bit by bit, at a pace even faster than his previous pressure-based cultivation.
While staying in Beihai City during this period, he hadn’t been idle. Every night, he went out to catch traitors and harvested fortune as nourishnt to enhance the potential of his Primordial Spirit.
Moreover, with the refinent of the Dharma Saint Relic, his cultivation speed of Primordial Spirit power was not slow.
Up to today, his Primordial Spirit power had reached 4082 points, with his maximum Primordial Spirit power now at 4098 points.
The catastrophic Primordial Spirit continued to absorb the power from the Dharma Saint Relic, and Zhou Bai could clearly sense that with such absorption, the power within the Dharma Saint Relic was gradually diminishing.
"The principal was right, it’s likely that when I enhance my Primordial Spirit to 7999, the power of the Dharma Saint Relics will be exhausted."
As power surged into the Primordial Spirit, the Heavenly Calamity Primordial Spirit grew even stronger, and soon Zhou Bai noticed that his Primordial Spirit power had increased by one point, reaching 4083.
At that mont, a commotion arose. Zhou Bai opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the base’s gate, only to see five warriors rushing in, their bodies drenched in blood, carrying four other critically injured cultivators.
"Doctor! Where’s the doctor!"
"Xiao Dong! You must hold on! You’re not allowed to die!"
He saw a few of the carried warriors with faint breathing and listless expressions, so yelling as if mad, and others had already closed their eyes and completely passed out.
Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun watched the warriors bleed and cry, watched as the dical staff hurried over, took the injured away, and saw one of them lying on the ground, the doctor beside him shook his head: "He has...sacrificed."
The few warriors held their sacrificed comrade with tears brimming in their eyes, while the doctor beside them pleaded, "Your injuries are severe too, please get treatnt quickly."
Suddenly, one of the warriors erupted in anger, pitch-black Primordial Spirit force bursting forth from his body, his mouth widening more and more as if tearing, with long sharp fangs protruding, the whole person began to transform grotesquely.
"Be careful!"
"He’s mutated!"
"Step back!"
The few injured looked sadly at their mutated comrade. One of them, with a big beard, roared and pulled out the long sword from his back.
Another injured, who had lost an arm, shouted, "Captain, that’s Hao!"
"Once mutated, there’s no turning back." Tears flowed continuously from the bearded man’s eyes, "You understand! Killing him is for his best."
Although he said so, looking at his continually mutating comrade before him, the big man’s hand holding the sword shook uncontrollably, yet he could not bring himself to strike.
Just then, a flash of sword light passed, and the mutant’s head soared into the air, with its body softly collapsing onto the ground.
The few warriors relaxed their bodies, dropping to their knees.
The bearded man looked at Zhou Bai, who had intervened, with red eyes and said, "Thanks, brother, you did what I had to do."
Zhou Bai shook his head, "You guys should rest and get treated quickly, don’t have another accident."
The bearded man nodded at Zhou Bai, "Brother, my na is Lin Changqing, what’s your na?"
Zhou Bai: "Daniel Wu."
The bearded man nodded his head again and turned to leave.
Watching the bearded man help his comrades away, Zhou Bai and Qian Wangsun exchanged glances, shadows lingering in their eyes.
"This is the battlefield humanity must face," Qin Tian appeared behind them at so point and slowly said, "To fight the endless Heavenly Demons, to fight comrades who could mutate at any mont, to face directly the wilderness pollution in this high-pressure environnt, to resist the distortion from Heavenly Dao.
Every minute, every second, we face the possibility of sacrifice. This may be the most severe battlefield humanity has ever experienced in its history."
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