A Good Romance
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"Brat, just you wait!" Qian Sen shouted before turning to run.
His battle prowess was indeed enough to suppress Ling Han, but his physique was too terrifying, and he couldn't kill him with a single strike. Moreover, Ling Han had a strange flower that could affect his divine sense. Thus, if he couldn't kill Ling Han with a single strike, he would be at a disadvantage.
He had lived for more than three million years, and had experienced many life-and-death situations. Because of this, he treasured his life even more.
He couldn't take revenge even if he stayed and fought to the death, so why take the risk?
Return to the Blazing Inferno Sect
Ancestor Mao was about to break through. The Realm Spirit Stones could only speed up the process, but not necessarily. Moreover, even if he failed, there were still many people in the Blazing Inferno Sect. How could they not gain anything?
He sprinted all the way, and whenever Ling Han caught up to him, he would strike out with his sword. Under the bombardment of power at the consummate level, even Ling Han could not possibly ignore it. Every strike would leave behind a wound, though it would not be able to wound his foundation.
In fact, in a head-on battle, Qian Sen could severely wound Ling Han.
After all, he was too powerful.
However, because he hadn't been able to wound Ling Han even after using the divine flames, this had left a strong psychological scar in his heart. He thought that Ling Han's defense was indestructible, yet he completely didn't realize that if he gave up on the divine flames and attacked with pure power, the might of his attacks would instead be even greater.
Because of this misconception, he ran madly, and didn't want to continue fighting.
One had to know that Ling Han was only a six-star genius, and his battle prowess was at the early stage of the high extreme at most. How could he compare to consummate level?
Of course, Qian Sen was still wary of the Misty Soul Capturing Flower. Otherwise, he wouldn't be in such a sorry state.
After chasing Qian Sen for a while, Ling Han finally stopped. There was no point in continuing the chase. He couldn't kill Qian Sen. Moreover, Wolf Fang City wasn't far away. Once he entered the city, it was strictly forbidden to engage in private fights.
He thought for a moment, and decided to return to Wolf Fang City to sell the Realm Spirit Stones he had. In addition, he also had some pills that he had refined in his spare time. He couldn't keep them in his hands. He had to exchange them for True Origin Stones and Godly metal to improve the Divine Demon Sword.
In terms of merit, he had killed many beings of the Netherworld. There were also quite a few at the low extreme of the Sun Moon Tier, which was enough for him to retire.
Of course, once they retired, they could still return to the Two Realm Battlefield. Moreover, they could come and go with even more freedom. They would not have to worry about not being able to leave without enough contribution points, as they would be treated as deserters and executed in public.
Half a day later, Ling Han returned to Wolf Fang City. The first thing he did was to head to the main hall of the military headquarters to exchange his contribution points. He tossed out the corpses of the Netherworld beings one by one and quickly calculated the total value of the contribution points.
There were other uses for these corpses. Some almighty beings wanted to use these corpses to figure out the difference between the cultivation techniques of the Netherworld and the Immortal Realm.
This was not a futile effort. Rather, it was very meaningful. Once the Netherworld's Cultivation Technique was deciphered, one would be able to counter it. Even if the two of them were of equal strength, the situation would become one-sided.
More importantly, the powerhouses were still researching how to free the martial practitioners of the God Realm from being suppressed by the Laws of Heaven and Earth of the Netherworld in preparation for a full-scale invasion in the future.
If the God Realm was like that, then the Netherworld would probably be like that as well.
Ling Han felt very confused. Just who was invading whom in the two realms? From the information he had, neither side seemed to be good people. No one wanted to play the role of the victim.
He shook his head. The present him was still too weak, and was completely unable to interfere in such a huge matter. He would first raise his cultivation level.
After calculating his contribution points, aside from being able to retire, he had gained over 4,000 points.
However, 4,000 points was really not enough for him to exchange for the things he needed at this stage. He could exchange for a large number of Mountain River Tier resources, but they were completely useless to him.
Moreover, it was strictly forbidden to sell the things that could be exchanged for using contribution points in Wolf Fang City. Those who were caught would be sentenced to death.
Ling Han decided not to exchange for now. In any case, he was a free man now. He would kill a few more Netherworld beings and accumulate more contribution points in the future.
He went to the auction house in the city.
Being able to open an auction house in the Two Realm Battlefield not only required courage, but also powerful connections and strength.
The "Gold Origin Auction House" clearly possessed these characteristics. It was said that it belonged to the Jin Clan, and the Jin Clan was a super force that had been doing business for generations. They controlled an astonishing amount of resources, and together with the Treasure Forest Pavilion, they were known as the Twin Prodigies.
Ling Han entered the auction house, and after taking out the Realm Spirit Stone, he immediately attracted the auctioneer, who directly discussed the details of the auction with him.
Such a large Realm Spirit Stone could be auctioned for a good price.
Thus, the auction house decided not to rush to auction it. Instead, they wanted to spread the news as much as possible so that more elites could participate in the auction. Of course, the higher the cultivation level, the more astonishing the wealth.
Ling Han did not mind waiting for a few more days. He took out another alchemical pill, and asked the auctioneer to auction it while he was at it.
The auction house charged a 15% processing fee for the auction of the Realm Spirit Stone. One could imagine how astronomical this would be. Thus, the auction house decided to be generous and auction off these scattered alchemical pills for Ling Han for free.
This would take about a month to prepare. Ling Han thought for a moment, and then accepted the auction house's invitation. He stayed in the auction house for the next few days.
He continued to concoct alchemical pills and cultivate. In another 20 or so days, the Black Tower would allow him to temper his body with the immortal flames for the second time.
"How pitiful …" When there was no one around, Ling Han had reverted to his infant form. This was really too displeasing.
He simply spent all his energy on alchemical pills. Even if he had endless cultivation resources, it would take him at least 10,000 years to accumulate Origin Power for one minor level if he cultivated bitterly.
Thus, there was not much meaning in him cultivating bitterly. In any case, he had the Berserk Blood Spirit Pill, so consuming pills was the way to go.
For example, some prodigies could reach the peak stage of the consummate level of the Sun Moon Tier in a few hundred or a few thousand years. Obviously, they had obtained "night grass". Otherwise, it would be impossible for them to advance so quickly if they simply relied on holding True Origin Stones and cultivating bitterly.
Prodigies were mainly reflected in their comprehension of cultivation level.
If a mediocre person was given Berserk Blood Spirit Pill, so what if he reached the peak stage of the low extreme after consuming four pills? He would not be able to comprehend the Regulations of heaven and earth in the next 1,000,000 years. He would only die of old age.
Over 20 days later, Small Tower informed Ling Han that he could undergo the second tempering of his body with the immortal flames.
Previously, he had always been looking forward to this, but when this day really arrived, Ling Han was a little afraid. Thinking about that experience, it was really terrifying. His body had been burned to ashes, and only a wisp of his divine sense remained.
But for the sake of becoming stronger, Ling Han still gritted his teeth, and resolutely threw himself into the furnace.
This tempering process took another three days and three nights.
Ling Han was "fresh out of the furnace", so he naturally became a small infant again. However, he had not grown much in these three months, so returning to his original form was naturally not a big loss.
"Not bad. The toughness of my skin, flesh, and Godly bones have improved slightly." Ling Han nodded. "The key is still Rising From The Ashes. Now that I have really suffered fatal injuries, there is a one percent chance that I can Rising From The Ashes. Not only will my injuries be healed, but I will also be able to return to my peak condition."
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