In the silence, a voice bood with the majesty of a great bell.
"Huai Yin, you've crossed the line."
Tianzhou's voice was indifferent and cold, as if the entire long street were trembling. A ripple spread through the void: "You've violated the Heaven's Punishnt clause of the Hei Mani Soul Contract. Headquarters needs to hold you accountable and demands that you cease your actions imdiately."
Xingye lifted his chin and spoke arrogantly: "Catastrophes may not govern, nor intervene in the internal affairs of the Ether Association. This is the ironclad rule set by the President. Headquarters demands a thorough investigation of the Black Cloud City incident and reserves the right to deal with forr Night Watcher Mu Feng and others."
Huai Yin suddenly let out a dry chuckle.
Jing Ci swirled the red wine in his glass and smiled: "Is this the stance of Headquarters, or the Judgent Court?"
Such a disdainful attitude deeply offended the two Saints.
"There's no difference."
For a fleeting mont, the Sky Do dimd sharply; dark clouds roiled, blotting out the sun.
"You want to investigate the Black Cloud City incident? You want to probe into that child's secret, don't you?"
Huai Yin said flatly, "Go ahead then. I haven't stopped you, nor have I hidden the child here with . As for Mu Feng and the others, you're free to arrest them. What's the point of coming to
and telling
this?"
Tianzhou and Xingye, the two Saints, both looked extrely uncomfortable. Their spirituality surged furiously from the depths of their consciousness.
Yes, why bother coming here to say it specifically?
If sothing needs doing, just do it.
There was only one reason why.
Because they didn't dare.
"Go back and tell Rhein not to test
here anymore."
Huai Yin smiled faintly and said, "You two newly ascended Saints aren't faring well in the Judgent Court, are you? Otherwise, soone would've warned you. The last person who dared to speak to
like this—grass is already growing wildly over their grave."
Jing Ci shook his head helplessly, as though lanting the ineptitude of the pair.
The world dimd further.
Tianzhou and Xingye suddenly realized they couldn't move.
Cold sweat trickled from their foreheads, their bodies quivering slightly.
"You're lucky today. I'm in a good mood and don't want to see blood."
Huai Yin stated earnestly, "Rhein thinks Heaven's Punishnt can restrain , but honestly, I don't care much. That child is a student I have high hopes for, and I will give him appropriate pressure to grow. But I don't wish to see too many wild dogs barking chaotically before him."
He raised his hand slightly.
Jing Ci pushed the wheelchair, moving him forward.
To be compared to wild dogs was a colossal humiliation for the two Saints.
Yet, they couldn't refute.
Because they realized they had lost the ability to speak!
Not only that!
They had even lost all control over their bodies!
"I don't care what happens to this world. I've long been a man near death—why worry about the floods that might follow my demise?"
Huai Yin said indifferently, "If possible, I'd like to redo what I couldn't finish two hundred years ago."
He raised his hand and lightly slapped it down!
Boom!
The two Saints from the Judgent Court were struck and flung into the distance, as though swept into a turbulent ti stream. The street scenes alongside them retreated rapidly; the figures of Huai Yin and Jing Ci grew increasingly distant, accelerating to the verge of escaping the heavens themselves!
The world swirled and flipped like a kaleidoscope.
Darkness enveloped their vision!
Thud!
Xingye spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, dropping to her knees as she felt the cold, hard ground.
She raised her head, gazing at the boundless snowfall descending from the sky, and muttered, "Where is this?"
Tianzhou wiped the blood trickling from his lips, clutching his trembling chest. On his cold, indifferent face appeared a faint trace of shock.
He scanned the surroundings.
A desolate mountain covered in heavy snow, as though they had been exiled to the world's end.
All that, from just a casual push from the other side.
This was the might of a Catastrophe.
No, this was the might of humanity's strongest.
·
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At the entrance of a Starbucks along East Sea Road, Gu Jianlin turned on instinct.
Faintly, he seed to hear an imnse roaring sound.
But it felt like an illusion, vanishing almost instantly.
"Strange."
He muttered to himself.
Since ditating, he had been sent away by the grocery store's master and disciple—neither of them seed particularly interested in seeing him.
He wasn't sure what he had done wrong to upset them.
But he could tell.
The King of Qing genuinely intended to teach him and took an approach rooted in freedom.
Offering occasional guidance, and letting him grow wildly the rest of the ti.
That wasn't so bad.
Gu Jianlin sat at a wooden table, sipping coffee.
He bent down to nibble on a straw while fiddling with a newly purchased phone, logging into the Deep Space Official Website.
Throughout this process, he maintained a strangely transcendent breathing rhythm, his mind filled with the sound of tides rising and falling. He seed connected to the natural world, his soul infused with spirituality as fluid as water.
His body still hadn't recovered, plagued by a ripping pain.
Yet his spirituality had returned to its peak state.
This was entirely thanks to the benefits of the Breathing Technique, which, through reflexive application, constantly helped him restore spirituality at a speed beyond imagination.
It served almost as a passive regeneration ability during battles.
Moreover, he had five bottles of Blue Blood in his possession.
With this, spirituality would no longer be an issue for him.
In battles among Ascenders, his passive advantage was unique.
Better yet, the Breathing Technique also assisted in advancing ranks.
When one's spirituality reached saturation at a current stage, ditation could help accumulate further growth. Eventually, a qualitative leap would occur, breaking through to the next Rank.
The only issue was that this ditation thod was excruciatingly slow, nearly negligible.
Which highlighted the significance of Spiritual Secret dicine.
"Hold on. I suddenly understand why Jing Ci said spirituality is key. My body contains Ancient God Power, yet apart from Spiritual Secret dicine, I still have no other ans of accumulating spirituality. This suggests that when mbers of the Ancient God Clan arrived on Earth, their ability to acquire spirituality was limited."
"They couldn't use the Breathing Technique, and gaining spirituality through ditation was absurdly slow. Otherwise, there'd be no need for them to fall into slumber or self-sealing. Hence, the pharmacist path beca exceptionally vital. Pharmacists believe they have leverage to bargain with an Ancient God."
"But this pharmacist path is peculiar. Aside from refining dicine, it lacks any Extraordinary Ability, whereas the Priest path, while non-combative, at least offers self-defense."
"It feels like the pharmacist path was deliberately designed by the Ancient Gods..."
Gu Jianlin now understood that Spiritual Secret dicine was not sothing to be overused.
For two primary reasons.
First, excessive consecutive consumption could lead to losing control and falling into corruption.
He wasn't concerned about this, as his Ancient God Power inherently resisted corruption.
Second, the human body would build resistance to the dicine.
Repeated consumption of the sa Spiritual Secret dicine—even with intervals to avoid losing control—would make it increasingly ineffective over ti until completely futile.
Gu Jianlin wasn't sure if he could circumvent this issue; only trial and error could confirm.
"At present, I can be human or Ancient God. Being human allows
to learn the Breathing Technique, while being Ancient God cos with obvious benefits. So far, I haven't discovered any drawbacks to combining the two power systems."
Gu Jianlin pondered silently, "For now, it's all advantages. If I could restore the Qilin Venerable's power to its peak, then even against a sa-level Supre..."
It was said that advanced Breathing Techniques could counter Ancient Divine Language!
This was an unimaginable edge.
Gu Jianlin logged into the Deep Space Official Website, planning to research so materials.
As soon as he logged in, he clicked onto the forum section.
A pinned, highlighted post appeared at the very top.
"Peak City District's Supernova, Oga Sequence Candidate, the Chair-Killer—Gu Jianlin!"
Gu Jianlin stared at the title, dumbfounded.
What the hell, Chair-Killer?
He checked the author of the post and imdiately facepald.
No wonder—Cheng Youyu.
Now he understood why Lu Zicheng had looked at him so cryptically when ntioning nicknas before leaving.
Talk about a ruined reputation.
Gu Jianlin wasn't fond of socializing, so he didn't bother reading the content of the post. Instead, he focused on his accumulated rit Value, which had reached nearly 14,000—dominating the rookie leaderboard.
He even surpassed Thunder.
Thinking back to how she had defied the Judgent Court to side with him during the Black Cloud City incident, he pulled out his phone, found her cat avatar, and sent a ssage.
"Thanks for your support last ti. If you need anything in the future, let
know."
Gu Jianlin wasn't a clueless rookie anymore.
Whether the King of Qing or the Supre power he wielded, he had excellent cards at hand.
Unexpectedly, Tang Ling responded quickly, sending a voice ssage: "Awake?"
Gu Jianlin replied: "Yes. I heard you kept watch for —thanks."
Tang Ling paused briefly before sending another voice ssage: "No problem. I was sharing a room with you. I don't like people from the Judgent Court, that's all. By the way, the Fourth Rank Priest Lin Wanqiu seems very interested in you. Be careful. She's a snake."
Gu Jianlin froze, unsure why this girl would warn him.
Tang Ling seed to anticipate his thoughts and sent another ssage: "You strike
as soone who'd fall for bad won, so take care of yourself. That woman moves deftly within the Association, using various networks to elevate her position or find protection."
Gu Jianlin replied: "Understood."
Tang Ling sent another ssage: "Since you've joined the Oga Sequence, with her personality, she'll try her best to pull you into her circle, squeeze you dry, then discard you. You're strong; I look forward to competing with you on the battlefield. Don't let a piece of trash I disdain manipulate you."
Gu Jianlin found her forthrightness refreshing.
"Battlefield?"
He asked again.
Tang Ling replied: "You'll find out soon... I'm going to shower. Bye."
Gu Jianlin had heard that when a girl says she's going to shower, it's code for ending a conversation.
So, he wisely said no more.
Just then, a shadow flickered outside the window, followed by the Starbucks door opening.
Soone entered, carrying two heavy briefcases which were placed on the table.
The man adjusted the hem of his trench coat, then bent his knees as if to kneel.
"Get up."
Gu Jianlin said calmly, "Don't make us look like bizarre idiots in public."
Hearing his voice, Scholar trembled slightly, as if hearing an ancient oracle, and straightened up.
"Sit."
Gu Jianlin said evenly.
Scholar kept his head lowered, avoiding his gaze, his expression filled with fear, terror etched in every line of his face.
"Relax."
Gu Jianlin asked, "Why bring so much secret dicine at once? The pharmacist doesn't know?"
He glanced at the two tal cases on the table, raising a brow slightly.
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