After the second transformation of the Divine Dragon, the cyclones in Qi Bei’s dantian also condensed into a pill, reaching the realm of a King-grade warrior.
A King-grade warrior is a watershed.
Only King-grade warriors have the basic ability to launch ranged attacks. The condensed pill can generate battle qi armor and even qi wings, greatly enhancing defense, attack, and speed, far surpassing that of Senior warriors.
Qi Bei swung his dragon arm and, with a thought, withdrew from his dragon form. However, he was puzzled by the formation of the golden pill. During the transformation, his focus was not on his dantian, and he didn’t even know he had ten cyclones before.
At this moment, the black sword had absorbed more than ten Death Hearts, emitting a faint ghostly light. The mysterious runes on it flickered, and a hint of terrifying death energy diffused from it.
Qi Bei beckoned, and the black sword came into his hand. However, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly had a feeling that the sword seemed to be in a state of slumber.
Qi Bei swept all the Death Hearts and Life Hearts into his spatial ring until he couldn’t find any more, and then stopped.
“I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I’d better go back first.” Qi Bei thought to himself. This trip to the ancient battlefield was extremely fruitful. He obtained dozens of Holy Spirit Beads, high-level Undead Beads, and so many Death Hearts and Life Hearts, each of which was extremely valuable.
Qi Bei jumped out of the cave and began to return.
The pressure layer was still present on the return journey, but it was easy for Qi Bei with his current strength.
Using the Ghost Escape Technique, Qi Bei returned to the tent. As soon as he stepped out, he was surrounded by fresh air.
“It feels better on the ground.” Qi Bei greedily breathed in the fresh air.
The distant sky had just turned white, signaling the break of dawn at this moment.
“Master,” Thirteen, who had been guarding, appeared.
“Thirteen, how many days have I been inside?” Qi Bei asked.
“It’s been ten days,” Thirteen replied.
“Ten days? It feels like time passes so fast in the underground ancient battlefield.” Qi Bei muttered to himself.
Qi Bei wiped his face with some stream water and suddenly remembered something. “Thirteen, hasn’t Xiao Jiu been in the Savage Wastelands for a month already?”
“Replying to Master, it’s been thirty-five days,” Thirteen answered.
Qi Bei stood up, frowned and thought, ‘Yan Fangfei promised to come back in a month, but she still hasn’t returned. I hope they haven’t encountered any trouble.’
Qi Bei suddenly heard a uniform running sound outside the City Lord’s Mansion. He tapped his foot and flew into the air.
Outside the mansion, a group of heavily armed soldiers from the Divine Dragon Army ran in an orderly manner with heavy personal belongings on their backs, heading towards the city gate.
This was the weight-bearing long-distance running that Qi Bei requested to be included in the training program. In this world, he knew that no army had such a training program. It was probably due to a unified understanding that long-distance running was a job for cavalry.
But Qi Bei was subverting this understanding. Who said that infantry couldn’t perform long-distance running?
“Oh, that’s Yi Shiba…” Qi Bei saw a familiar figure. This person was Yi Shiba, a former warrior from the Blade Army of the Saint Yana Alliance. He had a relatively deep impression of him, because this person’s personal strength had already surpassed most of the Black-Armored troops.
Thirteen, however, looked up at Qi Bei’s figure from below. The aura that Qi Bei exuded when he leaped into the air caused his heart to tremble. He had a feeling that his Master could kill him with a single move at that moment.
……
Qi Bei was wearing a soft silk robe, lying on the cushiony breasts of Huan Ying, enjoying the massage from her delicate jade fingers.
“Young master, Yan Ling came to see you a few times.” Huan Ying said.
“Oh? Did she say why she was looking for me?” Qi Bei asked with his eyes closed.
“No, but it feels like she’s sneaking around to find you. Young master, I think she’s taken a liking to you.” Huan Ying giggled.
“Well, it’s only natural. Have you seen this young master’s face?” Qi Bei gestured to his face with a grin. “I’m like a honey pot for the bees and a flower bed for the butterflies.”
“I’m afraid you’ll attract wasps instead, and they’ll sting you all over.” Huan Ying joked.
Qi Bei reached out and grabbed the little hand massaging his head, flipping her over and pressing her down under him.
“Young… young master…” Huan Ying blushed, with a hint of coquettishness in her watery eyes.
“Let me sting you first. Huh, you haven’t been stung yet, but why are there already two big bumps?” Qi Bei held Huan Ying’s high and full chest through her clothes with a wicked smile.
“You’re annoying…” Huan Ying blushed and kicked at Qi Bei with her straight and slender legs.
Qi Bei raised his hand and caught the ankle of Huan Ying’s exposed feet.
Huan Ying’s feet were small and exquisite, with delicate and fair skin like a great work of art carved with a knife.
Qi Bei’s hand slid down from the ankle, holding the jade-like foot that he could easily grasp with one hand.
His rough palm rubbed against the sole of Huan Ying’s foot, making her toes curl up ticklishly like a blooming lotus.
“Very beautiful!” Qi Bei’s voice was low. His other hand had already untied Huan Ying’s clothes, and a pair of dazzling white breasts jumped out, standing proudly upright.
Qi Bei leaned down and kissed Huan Ying’s half-opened lips.
As their lips touched, the passion between them was ignited.
The two entwined bodies rolled in ecstasy, with moans of pleasure filling the air.
“Qi Bei, you have to come out now,” suddenly came the voice of Yan Ling from outside.
The two froze, their passion interrupted.
“You…,” blushing, Huan Ying tried to suggest that Qi Bei should go out to see Yan Ling first.
“Pay no attention to her, let’s continue,” Qi Bei said. With the devil-may-care attitude of a rogue, he was not going to let her interrupt him in the middle of the act.
Thus, the battle resumed.
After the second transformation of the Divine Dragon, the cyclones in Qi Bei’s dantian also condensed into a pill, reaching the realm of a King-grade warrior.
A King-grade warrior is a watershed.
Only King-grade warriors have the basic ability to launch ranged attacks. The condensed pill can generate battle qi armor and even qi wings, greatly enhancing defense, attack, and speed, far surpassing that of Senior warriors.
Qi Bei swung his dragon arm and, with a thought, withdrew from his dragon form. However, he was puzzled by the formation of the golden pill. During the transformation, his focus was not on his dantian, and he didn’t even know he had ten cyclones before.
At this moment, the black sword had absorbed more than ten Death Hearts, emitting a faint ghostly light. The mysterious runes on it flickered, and a hint of terrifying death energy diffused from it.
Qi Bei beckoned, and the black sword came into his hand. However, he was stunned for a moment. He suddenly had a feeling that the sword seemed to be in a state of slumber.
Qi Bei swept all the Death Hearts and Life Hearts into his spatial ring until he couldn’t find any more, and then stopped.
“I don’t know how long I’ve been here. I’d better go back first.” Qi Bei thought to himself. This trip to the ancient battlefield was extremely fruitful. He obtained dozens of Holy Spirit Beads, high-level Undead Beads, and so many Death Hearts and Life Hearts, each of which was extremely valuable.
Qi Bei jumped out of the cave and began to return.
The pressure layer was still present on the return journey, but it was easy for Qi Bei with his current strength.
Using the Ghost Escape Technique, Qi Bei returned to the tent. As soon as he stepped out, he was surrounded by fresh air.
“It feels better on the ground.” Qi Bei greedily breathed in the fresh air.
The distant sky had just turned white, signaling the break of dawn at this moment.
“Master,” Thirteen, who had been guarding, appeared.
“Thirteen, how many days have I been inside?” Qi Bei asked.
“It’s been ten days,” Thirteen replied.
“Ten days? It feels like time passes so fast in the underground ancient battlefield.” Qi Bei muttered to himself.
Qi Bei wiped his face with some stream water and suddenly remembered something. “Thirteen, hasn’t Xiao Jiu been in the Savage Wastelands for a month already?”
“Replying to Master, it’s been thirty-five days,” Thirteen answered.
Qi Bei stood up, frowned and thought, ‘Yan Fangfei promised to come back in a month, but she still hasn’t returned. I hope they haven’t encountered any trouble.’
Qi Bei suddenly heard a uniform running sound outside the City Lord’s Mansion. He tapped his foot and flew into the air.
Outside the mansion, a group of heavily armed soldiers from the Divine Dragon Army ran in an orderly manner with heavy personal belongings on their backs, heading towards the city gate.
This was the weight-bearing long-distance running that Qi Bei requested to be included in the training program. In this world, he knew that no army had such a training program. It was probably due to a unified understanding that long-distance running was a job for cavalry.
But Qi Bei was subverting this understanding. Who said that infantry couldn’t perform long-distance running?
“Oh, that’s Yi Shiba…” Qi Bei saw a familiar figure. This person was Yi Shiba, a former warrior from the Blade Army of the Saint Yana Alliance. He had a relatively deep impression of him, because this person’s personal strength had already surpassed most of the Black-Armored troops.
Thirteen, however, looked up at Qi Bei’s figure from below. The aura that Qi Bei exuded when he leaped into the air caused his heart to tremble. He had a feeling that his Master could kill him with a single move at that moment.
……
Qi Bei was wearing a soft silk robe, lying on the cushiony breasts of Huan Ying, enjoying the massage from her delicate jade fingers.
“Young master, Yan Ling came to see you a few times.” Huan Ying said.
“Oh? Did she say why she was looking for me?” Qi Bei asked with his eyes closed.
“No, but it feels like she’s sneaking around to find you. Young master, I think she’s taken a liking to you.” Huan Ying giggled.
“Well, it’s only natural. Have you seen this young master’s face?” Qi Bei gestured to his face with a grin. “I’m like a honey pot for the bees and a flower bed for the butterflies.”
“I’m afraid you’ll attract wasps instead, and they’ll sting you all over.” Huan Ying joked.
Qi Bei reached out and grabbed the little hand massaging his head, flipping her over and pressing her down under him.
“Young… young master…” Huan Ying blushed, with a hint of coquettishness in her watery eyes.
“Let me sting you first. Huh, you haven’t been stung yet, but why are there already two big bumps?” Qi Bei held Huan Ying’s high and full chest through her clothes with a wicked smile.
“You’re annoying…” Huan Ying blushed and kicked at Qi Bei with her straight and slender legs.
Qi Bei raised his hand and caught the ankle of Huan Ying’s exposed feet.
Huan Ying’s feet were small and exquisite, with delicate and fair skin like a great work of art carved with a knife.
Qi Bei’s hand slid down from the ankle, holding the jade-like foot that he could easily grasp with one hand.
His rough palm rubbed against the sole of Huan Ying’s foot, making her toes curl up ticklishly like a blooming lotus.
“Very beautiful!” Qi Bei’s voice was low. His other hand had already untied Huan Ying’s clothes, and a pair of dazzling white breasts jumped out, standing proudly upright.
Qi Bei leaned down and kissed Huan Ying’s half-opened lips.
As their lips touched, the passion between them was ignited.
The two entwined bodies rolled in ecstasy, with moans of pleasure filling the air.
“Qi Bei, you have to come out now,” suddenly came the voice of Yan Ling from outside.
The two froze, their passion interrupted.
“You…,” blushing, Huan Ying tried to suggest that Qi Bei should go out to see Yan Ling first.
“Pay no attention to her, let’s continue,” Qi Bei said. With the devil-may-care attitude of a rogue, he was not going to let her interrupt him in the middle of the act.
Thus, the battle resumed.
