Chapter 65

For Tang Yan, all of this had nothing to do with him. The three of them continued to play the role of the underdogs, carefully navigating through the ruins of various towns, changing locations every day, and always making some gains.

They refined at night and fought during the day; absorbed at night and consolidated during the day.

Through repeated battles, the three of them became increasingly默契 (cooperative), and through repeated refinement and training, their strength steadily improved.

In this frenzied and selfless training, Tang Yan steadily advanced to the peak of the Martial Spirit realm, Du Yang made another breakthrough, crossing into the Third Stage Martial Spirit realm, and Ailinda reached the barrier of the Second Stage Martial Ancestor realm. The one with the most significant change was Little Black.

Every night when they distributed the Spirit Source Liquid, Tang Yan always gave Little Black some 'half-finished' pills, sometimes two or three, sometimes six or seven. Little Black never refused, swallowing them all. Despite the intense pain each time, as if his bones were being pulled and his muscles torn, he always managed to survive by the next day. Through continuous self-torture, Little Black's 'appetite' grew larger, his endurance became stronger, and his body size increased by a full倍 (fold).

Recently, Tang Yan gave him a more affectionate name—Black Girl!

Du Yang and Ailinda were quite speechless about this name, but Little Black seemed very satisfied, wagging his tail and following Tang Yan around.

Boom!! In the ruins of the city, a fierce battle erupted.

"Rock Forest, Spear Thrust!" A roar rolled in Du Yang's throat as he tumbled and fell, suddenly clenching his fist and smashing it into the ground. A rolling trail quickly spread forward, and in the blink of an eye, a stone pillar covered in sharp thorns and brambles burst out of the ground, twisting like a giant python and charging forward.

"You bastards, do you know who I am? I'll make sure you all die a miserable death!" A muscular man, covered in blood, roared in anger, awkwardly dodging and rolling.

"You can talk about living through today after you survive, Ice Butterfly Storm!" A sharp cry echoed in the air, and instantly, bone-chilling cold air descended from the sky. Dense ice butterflies exploded, completely enveloping the retreating man, and a piercing scream echoed through the alley.

Du Yang's eyes were sharp, and under his mental command, the stone python lunged forward, narrowly missing the man's shoulder. The man let out another terrified scream, and the wound that was grazed quickly turned to stone.

Tang Yan, who had just been defeated, rushed out from the side, swinging his ancient war saber in the air, "Blazing Double Strike!!"

Bang! Crack! The ancient war saber instantly struck the man's petrified shoulder, and half of his body shattered. At the moment of impact, the ghostly green fire on the ancient war saber spread up.

"Explosive Technique!!" Tang Yan landed, and the seven fireballs surrounding him shot out, instantly engulfing the Martial Ancestor-level powerhouse. He didn't even have time to scream before being consumed by the intense green fire.

Panting heavily, Tang Yan and Du Yang supported their bodies, this being the first time they had actively killed a Martial Ancestor since entering the wasteland, and it was a Second Stage Martial Ancestor. Despite their close cooperation, they had paid a significant toll.

"Are you okay?" Ailinda, with blood at the corner of her mouth, glared coldly at the nearby mercenaries, her powerful spiritual energy deliberately emitted, creating a strong pressure that no one dared to challenge.

"I'm fine. If anyone takes a step forward, don't be polite!" Tang Yan and Du Yang stood in front of the burning corpse, blocking the gazes of these people, waiting for the green fire to refine.

They had never intended to provoke the mercenaries here, but the guy they just killed had his eyes on Tang Yan's ancient war saber and insisted on taking it. Although they were low-key, they were not to be trifled with, and they directly teamed up... to kill!

"Whine!!"

Little Black suddenly jumped down from Tang Yan's shoulder, his fur bristling, black lightning surrounding his body, and he let out a warning growl at the nearby ruins.

Tang Yan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned, and looked over. It was a collapsed tavern, with stones and wood crisscrossing, buried under dust and debris. At first glance, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but after a closer look, Tang Yan actually saw... a person?!

In the collapsed space, a person covered in dust was sitting cross-legged, with a blank expression, smoking a pipe unconsciously. If it weren't for the faint red glow at the end of the pipe, no one would have noticed that there was someone inside.

"What's wrong?" Ailinda and Du Yang walked over, picking up the Spirit Source Liquid that had just been refined and putting it into a jade bottle.

Second Stage Martial Ancestor's Spirit Source Liquid! Absolutely a precious supplement!

"Look inside, there's an old man smoking." Tang Yan looked inside curiously, but the old man remained oblivious, still smoking his pipe blankly.

"Huh? How did he get in there?" Du Yang's eyes widened in surprise.

"Old man? Do you need us to get you out?" Tang Yan called out, but the old man did not respond.

Ailinda whispered, "I don't sense any spiritual energy from him, he might be an ordinary person."

"An ordinary person? Can an ordinary person survive here?" Du Yang sneered.

"Old man, do you want to come out?" Tang Yan continued to call out, trying to move the fallen beams but worried that touching them would cause the narrow space inside to collapse, burying the old man alive.

After calling out many times, the old man still smoked his pipe blankly, as if in a daze, with no response. Little Black, however, bared his teeth and growled at him, as if ready to pounce but sensing a threat.

"This old man is a bit strange, we'd better not meddle in other people's affairs." Du Yang whispered, noting that the tavern had been collapsed for a long time, with no one touching it for a while, and the old man was covered in dust, as if he had been there for a long time.

Could an ordinary person without spiritual energy survive inside?

No problem? No one would believe it!

Tang Yan observed for a while longer, but the old man still did not respond, so he stopped paying attention. "Where's the Spirit Source Liquid?"

"It's put away."

"Black Girl, let's go." The city was becoming increasingly chaotic, and they couldn't stay in one place for too long.

Not long after they left, the old man in the ruins slightly raised his head, his blank gaze flickering slightly, looking in the direction Tang Yan had left, but not paying much attention, and continued to smoke his pipe blankly. However, a faint glint of sharpness flashed in his eyes, time was running out!

Tang Yan continued his 'cleaning' work, moving between the ruins of various cities. Although the wasteland cemetery was divided into many territories, with restrictions on crossing boundaries, no one paid attention to them, these three 'weaklings.' They took advantage of this opportunity, staying in each city for a while, finding suitable targets to attack.

In the territory controlled by the Great Zhou Empire, Tang Yan saw several princes of the royal family, members of the Tang family and other noble families, strong figures from various academies, and the Spirit King and Pacifying Nation Dukes. In the territories of the Delos and Sura Empires, he saw their royal family members and noble forces, as well as many powerful figures with special martial techniques. In some mercenary settlements, he witnessed the largest mercenary organizations of the Southern Border Empire, feeling their chaos and madness. In some areas controlled by Central Plain forces, he saw super figures from the most prosperous regions of the continent, feeling their awe-inspiring power.

Others were looking for treasures, but Tang Yan and his group were just broadening their horizons, secretly collecting Spirit Source Liquid and curiously observing these forces. Whether it was the Delos and Sura Empires, which were on par with the Great Zhou Empire, or the vast mercenary forces, or more importantly, the ancient forces from the Central Plains, all of them piqued Tang Yan's interest.

Although Ailinda was a college mentor, she could only introduce some figures from the Great Zhou Empire, and knew nothing about the others, so she was equally interested.

However, after observing for a long time, they did not find any forces similar to the Dusty Edges Pavilion. As Ailinda put it, these so-called ancient empires and holy lands were not truly ancient empires and holy lands. The Dusty Edges Pavilion, a massive entity, was located in the vast central part of the continent, transcending the various powers and overlooking the entire continent. The Earth Rank martial techniques opened by 'Earth Huang' would not interest them, and the distance between the Southern Border and the Central Plains was tens of thousands of kilometers, making it difficult for news to reach there. Even if they knew, it would take four to five months to get there.

In other words, the ancient empires and holy lands that appeared in the wasteland cemetery were likely from the transitional area between the Central Plains and the Southern Border. Even so, these forces far exceeded the three major empires of the Southern Border, and their arrival meant that the control of this wasteland belonged to them!

PS: Today is the launch day, a big burst! I'll give you a few more free ones! If you have flowers, throw them, if you can donate, do so. We must rise this month! Aim for the top!

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