Volume 1, Chapter 33: Seven Skills Mastered, Finally Heading Home!

After Lin Yi promoted to a Bronze-rank professional, he automatically unlocked three Bronze-rank skills: Whirlwind Slash, Purple Flame Fire Meteor, and Shield of the Sky. Thanks to his innate talent, these skills reached the maximum level of LV30 immediately. Generally speaking, higher-grade skills possess far greater power than lower-grade ones, even at LV1.

[Whirlwind Slash: Channels the winds of nature to form a spinning blade, dealing a lethal blow to enemies. Cooldown: two seconds!]

With Lin Yi's current mental attribute of 3,500, a single strike could inflict over 300,000 damage. It would only take two or three uses of Whirlwind Slash to kill a Lesser Saint Dragon. Furthermore, with the bonus from the Hymn of the Wind Sprite, the power of wind-type spells could be increased...

Mu Fei was once again troubled by her previous confusion: if she could not sense Green Wood Origin Energy, why was she able to absorb it? Even though she could not perform strenuous martial arts training, she insisted on doing three sets of simple stretching and flexibility exercises every day.

"Alright! I see him. You count one, two, three, and we'll give them a lesson they'll never forget," Fat Fish said excitedly to Zhang Yu after spotting the target through Zhang Yu's markings, licking his chubby lips.

The purple-robed elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect looked at the old monk and nodded slightly. A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the old woman from the Myriad Flower Valley; she secretly sent a message to the ancestor of the Carefree Sect, and then all four simultaneously attacked the old monk.

Yet, he was not the type to deceive himself; he knew that what stood before him was no hallucination, but a stark reality. It felt as if an infant in swaddling clothes were right there, making one want to reach out and tease it.

Why was Zhang Yu stunned? Because the system in his mind had automatically popped up without his summons, displaying a message and a panel.

As the weather grew colder, the sick beggars were barely clinging to life. When the city gate guards went to dispose of those who had died of illness on a chilly morning, they discovered that the beggars who had looked like they wouldn't make it the night before had all come back to life. No strange sounds came from the ward; occasionally, one could even hear people talking and laughing inside.

Because Zhang Yu had visited his grandmother's house during the New Year and gathered with them, they knew he didn't have a partner at the time. It hadn't been long since the New Year, so how had he found one so quickly?

Zhang Lingyun stumbled, retreating two steps further than Su Yi. His expression changed instantly; the surprise attacker was seemingly stronger than he had imagined.

However, Gao Fei saw through it but said nothing. Park Hoon-young was quite an interesting person; to expose the matter now would be to burn bridges, which would do him no good.

The Thunder Shockwave was powerful; relying on its overwhelming thunder, it suppressed the weakened "Devouring Destruction Beam," slowly erasing it, and pointed directly at Zhang Ling.

The Meditation Hall within the inner city of Myriad Spirit City was a completely enclosed, empty space without tables or chairs. The surroundings were filled with dim, fragrant lights designed to help those who entered reach a state of complete self-forgetfulness.

"Haha." The people around him chimed in with laughter. Gentry Brother was laughing so hard tears were streaming down his face, but I couldn't find the humor in it at all, so I just forced a smile along with them.

The panoramic view on the scroll showed a map almost identical to the scenery Zhang Ling had once seen at his mother's grave. Both had a jade pendant-shaped mark, but the layout of the map was completely different—a map he had never seen before.

In that instant, he seemed to age countless years, forming a stark contrast to the youthful figure on the jade wall.

Rifts in space spread across the void. Tens of thousands of people launched a simultaneous attack against the fewer than ten thousand warriors of the Myriad Sword Alliance. The booming sounds echoed through heaven and earth, and the resulting light illuminated the world instantly.

The Mysterious-grade low-tier Spirit Gathering Formation primarily increased the spiritual energy in the air tenfold, making the entire courtyard a suitable place for cultivation.

Sakata Gintoki finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. He wasn't aware of this, but he remembered one time he came to play with Su Nan, and Su Nan's parents didn't open the door, sending Su Lin to tell him Su Nan wasn't home.

He had already leveled up and could comfortably watch the scene where the blonde young man was about to get beaten up.

Jiang Beibei's heart felt like it was being pierced by knives. She had truly loved the man before her; otherwise, she wouldn't have made such a scene for his sake, nor would she have proposed to him personally, trying to please him at every turn.

Undeniably, after hearing Mo Lingran's words, Mo Qianning was deeply moved, but beneath that emotion was a different kind of heartache. Because in the universe, elites like them were only a tiny fraction; the vast majority were still ordinary people.

Zhang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief. Having someone in the team who liked to cause trouble was detrimental to cooperation, and now everything was perfect.

Xu Jinlang turned to look at her profile—her elegant nose, fair skin, and long, curved eyelashes slightly lowered. The flush brought on by the alcohol made her skin look as white as porcelain.

"Cousin." Mo Yuzhen skipped over to Mo Jingyuan and called out sweetly, completely ignoring Bai Pianran, whose expression had already soured.

Du Ruo could not stand the sight of Qiao Anming's fawning manner. She turned and glared at him; his shirt was wrinkled, his eyes were red, and the scent of alcohol still clung to him.

Mo Jingyuan was not annoyed. For an ancient family with specialized skills, some arrogance was inevitable, especially when he was the one seeking help.

Even Xu Lei's father, without someone of sufficient status to bring him, could not have attended a gathering where Lin Chuxue was present.

Their mother was truly worthy of being the greatest scientist on Blue Star; it was shocking. Although they wanted to experience everything inside immediately, they knew how to read the room. Even though their mother didn't mind, they didn't want to cause her any trouble.

The Fire Spirit Herb cliff was located on a mountain. The higher one climbed, the more rocks there were, and the road became increasingly difficult to traverse.

Wu Wei had long since seen through the claims of strength. As long as one had sharp weapons, one didn't have to worry about lacking power; even someone as strong as a Great Saint would be suppressed by divine weapons.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Yeqing frowned even tighter, unsure if the person before him was deliberately playing with him or speaking the truth.

The white lotus blossomed like a radiant peach flower yet did not wither in the rain; it stood like a peony, bursting forth like mud-stained purity; it was as elegant and deep as a winter jasmine, yet not arrogant despite its fruitful results.

The Patriarch of the Tian family knelt before Deputy Sect Master Lin and Ye Xiu, crying with snot and tears.

The remaining hundred or so people used their own secret arts and various divine abilities to dodge the first round of stabs, then turned and tried to run far away.

Nie Tian continued to ask, and it was evident that he was impatient to obtain the Lan You Grass.

"If you really want to go, then go. But it's agreed: you aren't allowed to do anything," Shen Chi warned her.