It was not just the Combat Cultivation Hall. There were also many pupils from the Equipment Refinery Hall and the Pill Refinery Hall among the auditing students. Even though the Combat Cultivation Hall was the least popular among the Three Halls, the techniques of the Combat Cultivation Hall could be used by the Three Halls. They did not have a high threshold like the other Halls, and even if they listened, they would not be able to learn. Thus, there would always be people who would audit every class. Today, there were dozens of pupils from the Equipment Refinery Hall and the Pill Refinery Hall. The Spirit Explosion Technique just now was considered average, but he never expected to see such a good show.
Foundational Stage from a level-4 civilization … Damn, these two terms were too misleading. Whoever believed them was an idiot!
When he heard the soft discussions around him, Lao Wang knew that he had become famous after this battle. This was very good. Those at the top would probably not find trouble with him for the time being due to their status. As for those who were weaker, they would definitely pick on other soft persimmons. At least for a short period of time, he would have much less trouble.
He was just watching the few battles that followed for show. Frankly speaking, he could not blame the Titan supervisor for being bored. Watching these Combat Cultivation Hall pupils fighting was very boring.
The level of their power was very high, and their fights were earth-shattering. However, there was no technical content. They were straightforward, simple, and crude. Basically, they used their power to suppress others. Only a dozen or so people had real standards. Furthermore, the bone demon seemed to be especially concerned about him. To be honest, Wang Zhong also felt that there were only three or five people here who were a threat. Lao Wang did not feel that they were skilled, but their spiritual power was too high.
Jhonas, who was listening by the side, simply felt that his tail was about to fly into the sky. Wang Zhong was always able to surprise him.
"This is my Boss. He's in the same dorm as me! He's also the only outsider Law Enforcement Association member in this batch! " Jhonas excitedly introduced Wang Zhong to the fellow standing beside him. As a result, the other person looked at him with a disgusted expression and avoided him like the plague. However, that fellow did not care at all. Instead, he laughed even more happily.
… …
When Lao Wang returned to the mushroom house at night, Jhonas did not follow him. When the Combat Cultivation Hall class ended, he had already flown away. He said that today was the closing day of the Heavenly Gates Street's elixir market, and he had to quickly obtain the ingredients for the level-9 pill for Lao Wang. As compared to his verbal actions two days ago, he was especially proactive today. He was even more passionate and unrestrained. This was also an investment.
Lao Wang went home and meditated for a while. Just as he entered the Devouring Heaven Technique state, he heard knocks on the door. He went over and opened the door to take a look. It was a mechanical bee messenger knocking on the door with its head.
The mechanical bee messenger was only the size of a palm and was rather exquisite. However, when its small stomach was flipped open, the space inside was three to four square meters. The folding technology of biological space had always been the Machinery Race's forte.
It had sent a letter with the red seal of the 'Heavenly Gates Law Enforcement Association' on it. Lao Wang opened it and saw a few lines of large words written neatly on the white paper.
"Heavenly Gates Law Enforcement Association, 58th batch of pupils from the first year of the Violent Demon Era. Mr. Wang Zhong, please attend at 8 p.m. Location: 365 Heaven's Gate Street. Inviter: McCarden. '
"Law Enforcement Association."
Lao Wang rubbed his nose. In this world, the coldest race was the Machinery race, but he had the most favorable impression of them. They seemed warm, but in reality, they had their own motives and even treated Earthlings as playthings. Although the Machinery race was cold, they at least treated Earthlings as part of the divine territory. This was also an important reason why he had joined the Law Enforcement Association.
If someone respected him, he would respect them tenfold.
In the Netherworld, at the green stone beach, hundreds of representatives from various large Factions were raising their heads in anticipation. Regardless of what race they came from, whether they were elegant celestialoids or malevolent and terrifying aliens like the insect people, all of them were dressed appropriately. They were civilized and polite. Of course, this was only on the surface. Turbulence surged in the dark, and the atmosphere was tense.
Today, this was the location where the Netherworld River Wanderer had agreed to the third transaction.
In the first transaction, two Factions had obtained two Red Spider Lilies.
In the second transaction, 11 Factions had come to probe the waters. Among them, only two were medium-sized Factions. This time, even though they were not very well-prepared, they still obtained six Red Spider Lilies.
When these six Red Spider Lilies appeared in the Pill Refinery Gathering, the news about the Netherworld River Wanderer could no longer be suppressed.
Now, this was the third transaction. The hundreds of Factions that were still here had already experienced several battles and countless deaths and injuries. It was only when the three top-notch Factions appeared that the situation was considered to be under control.
The three top-notch Factions did not clear the area. This was because no one knew what the Netherworld River Wanderer would trade for. It was fine the first time, but during the second transaction, some things that seemed useless were favored by the Netherworld River Wanderer and were traded for. Meanwhile, some treasures that they thought were very valuable were ignored by the Netherworld River Wanderer.
Some Factions had also decided that if they were lucky enough to obtain Red Spider Lilies, they would definitely trade them away. Red Spider Lilies were too troublesome. To them, cultivation resources were the real deal.
"He's here!"
"The Netherworld River Wanderer is here!"
Everyone hurriedly looked at the surface of the Netherworld River. A blurry white light shone from upstream. As this light shone, a dense fog gradually entered everyone's eyes and became larger. This dense fog seemed slow, but it was actually very fast as it drifted closer. At first glance, the dense fog seemed to be a vast expanse of white. However, upon closer inspection, they could see that there was an obviously unusual silver light circulating within this vast expanse of white. There was a murderous aura that was like that of the Ghost Thunder Calamity.
In the blink of an eye, the fog arrived above the Netherworld River in front of the green stone beach. The dark green river water seemed to have merged with the fog. A faint green light rose from the Netherworld River and surged into the fog. Unknowingly, the fog seemed to have become much thinner. With the help of spiritual power, one could see through it bit by bit.
Looking into the fog, a small boat quietly appeared in the fog, and a hazy figure appeared.
"Let's begin."
As a faint voice sounded, there was a rumble. A coffin suddenly appeared from the fog and landed in front of the green stone beach.
The various large Factions immediately took out the items that they had prepared to trade and raised them in front of them, waiting for the Netherworld River Wanderer to choose.
Very quickly, a red spider lily floated up from the small boat. Then, it slowly landed in front of an insect race member who was holding a small cauldron. This strange insect was overjoyed. He hurriedly and carefully put away the red spider lily. Then, he walked forward and gently placed the small cauldron, a pill technique, food, and drinking water into the open coffin.
The other people were extremely jealous, but they could only temporarily bury this jealousy in their eyes. This insect from the insect race was an emissary from one of the three top Factions. That small cauldron also had a great background. It was a Medicine Melting Cauldron, one of the items that the Netherworld River Wanderer wanted. Some Factions that had also prepared Medicine Melting Cauldrons were instantly dejected. The medicine cauldrons that they had prepared were clearly far inferior to the one that this top Faction had brought. Thus, they could only exchange the other items that they had prepared in hopes of obtaining the favor of the Netherworld River Wanderer.
Very quickly, a second red spider lily floated over. Under everyone's gazes, it landed in the hands of an emissary from another top Faction and was exchanged for a Soul Pill and a cultivation technique.
It was obvious that this lord was very interested in pill techniques and cultivation techniques, but the problem was that these were the most precious items of the various Factions. They also wanted to cheat him, but the problem was that if they were discovered, how could they do it in the future?
Thus, many people were conflicted, but there were also those who were not conflicted.
The third flower, the fourth flower …
When the tenth red spider lily landed, the faint voice sounded again. "We will stop here for today. Next time, one month later, at the Demonic Cloud Dragon's Head Shore. "
Just as the voice finished speaking, without waiting for the other Factions to react, the fog suddenly swept up. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the Netherworld River with the small boat.
Mu Zi, who was riding the fog and traveling far away in the Netherworld River, did not notice that three figures were holding a treasured mirror on a tall mountain on the riverbank in the distance. An undetectable spiritual power shot out from the mirror and seemed to cover Mu Zi's surroundings densely. It was only when the small boat floated far away along the Netherworld River that the three of them formed a hand seal together. The treasured mirror disappeared and floated in midair. Then, it slowly returned to the three of them.
Once the treasured mirror was put away, the three of them did not say a word or even look at each other. They quickly formed a line and quickly fled far away.
The three of them did not stop for a single moment as they sped through the day. They only slowed down slightly when they entered a pitch-black and round graveyard. The mountain was densely packed with graveyards. Occasionally, ghostly flames would float out from the graveyards and quickly fall back down. Strange and terrifying screeches would be heard in between. It was obvious that there were demonic ghosts cultivating among them. The three of them emitted a faint spiritual pressure that blocked off some auras.
The three of them took a detour around the mountain road. A mountain rock that was as tall as a person lay in front of them. A string of strange words was carved on the rock. It was the ancient runes of the three words "Darkness Demon Faction". This was the mountain gate of the Darkness Demon Faction.
The three of them flew past the mountain gate of the Darkness Demon Faction and took another step forward. The air suddenly changed, and the light suddenly became frightening. They stepped into a gloomy and frightening space. It was obvious that there was a barrier with the mountain rock as the boundary. A gust of wind blew past, and countless ghostly faces appeared on it. These ghostly faces landed on the three of them, and their originally bright clothes started to become old, as if they had instantly experienced hundreds of years of corrosion. In the blink of an eye, their clothes were tattered. However, dark words faintly appeared on these tattered clothes, and each word emitted a frightening spiritual might.
These were not three living beings, but three inanimate objects.
Buzz. There was a faint sound of a bell, and the three dead objects landed on the ground, motionless.
More than ten figures quietly appeared from all directions, surrounding the dead objects in a circle.
The three inanimate objects trembled and suddenly turned into twelve strange fragments at the same time, falling into the bodies of those figures. As the inanimate objects disappeared, the treasured mirror flew up and floated in midair, faintly flickering with a dim light.
One of the figures made a hand gesture, and a slight wave entered the surface of the mirror. There were ripples on the surface of the mirror, and more than ten thin threads of light were emitted from it. Then, they landed on everyone's foreheads. In an instant, countless information was transmitted clearly, as if everyone was personally experiencing it.
In their line of sight, there was no fog. There was only the boat, the coffin, and the so-called Netherworld River Wanderer …
Everything was clear. Twelve gazes landed on the Wanderer, and all disguises were stripped away.
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