One month later.
Northwest of the Wasteland, Zenith Cliff District.
As far as the eye could see, the mountain rocks stood tall in the middle of the boundless Gobi Desert. Jagged rocks of grotesque shapes crisscrossed like a jungle carved out of rocks.
Every rock was riddled with holes, and the interior was filled with holes that extended in all directions, extending all the way to the maze-like caverns.
Coupled with the underground river that was hundreds of meters deep underground, this seemingly lifeless stone forest had become a paradise for the Wasteland's creatures.
It was also the best hiding place for the demon beasts.
Li Yao curled up under a grayish-brown camouflage sunscreen, looking like a dumb rock.
A highly poisonous sand scorpion crawled from his butt to the top of his head, and then slowly crawled back down. Its tail twisted back and forth as it searched for prey between the rocks.
"I can't live like this!"
Li Yao carefully sipped a mouthful of water with a straw.
Because of the severe exposure to the sun, the water bag refined from demon beast leather was boiling hot and had a sour taste when he drank it.
But he was reluctant to waste it, so he took a small sip and slowly moistened his burning throat.
Thinking back to a month ago, he had slaughtered his way through Verdant Tarn City, crazily sweeping up points, and even personally beheading a Demon King as an Executioner. What kind of spirit and vigor was that!
However, this battle seemed to have exhausted all of his luck, and the progress of the following month was not very smooth.
Since the battle of Verdant Tarn City, the demon race suddenly became well-behaved. Perhaps because of the loss of a Demon King, the high-level demons of the Blood Demon Sector did not dare to act rashly and were readjusting their strategies.
In short, in the following month, the southern part of the Wasteland was peaceful. There were only two small-scale beast tide outbreaks, and all the wormholes were opened in the wilderness.
By the time Li Yao received the news, the military had already dispatched a large number of crystal warships, bombarding the beast tide until not even dregs were left.
And in the northern part of the Wasteland. In the vast area that was not yet completely under human control, there were several demon beast lairs hidden. There were even several narrow wormholes that were opened irregularly every year, allowing large numbers of demon beasts to enter the Tian Yuan Realm.
However, only high-level cultivators and the military dared to enter these dangerous areas. No matter how daring Li Yao was, he knew that courting death and taking risks were not the same thing.
He had once teamed up with several senior students whose strength had reached the seventh level of the Refinement Stage and carried out an extremely difficult mission to kill a high-level Demon Soldier, Red Condor Lion.
After spending seven days and seven nights, experiencing multiple storms and eating a mouthful of yellow sand, they finally killed Red Condor Lion. However, because he was the weakest, he contributed the least. The credits that he received were just leftovers. After conversion, he might as well have stayed in school and attended classes!
After suffering such a loss, Li Yao was no longer willing to team up with the senior students.
But here came the problem. Zhao Tianchong and Lu Tieshan didn't have such an urgent need for credits like him. They still wanted to follow the prescribed order and cultivate step by step. They weren't willing to go out and take risks every few days.
In any case, he had earned a lot of credits in Verdant Tarn City. It was enough to last them a while.
After pondering for a while, Li Yao gritted his teeth. He made a decision that seemed crazy to others.
He applied for a large number of hunting missions and prepared to freely hunt demon beasts in the Wasteland by himself.
Being a lone ranger wasn't that easy. Although he had a lot of freedom and could monopolize all the credits after killing demon beasts, he didn't have any support. There were no supplies, no information, and he had to rely on himself for everything.
In the Wasteland where danger lurked everywhere, it was definitely the most dangerous profession.
Li Yao certainly wasn't seeking his own death. He also had a secret weapon.
It was a magic weapon that could cultivate by itself — Black Wing Sword!
Although Little Black was a magic weapon, it was even crazier than Li Yao. However, his cultivation was even crazier than Li Yao's. A large portion of the credits he consumed were exchanged for high-purity crystals for Little Black to devour.
After this guy devoured the crystal stones, more and more black spirit threads gushed out from its body, becoming thicker and thicker. It could clearly condense into the shape of a pair of black wings.
As the black wings spread out, its speed also became faster and faster.
Li Yao had tested that Little Black's maximum speed had easily broken through the speed of sound, reaching more than two times the speed of sound.
Later on, Little Black could further increase its speed, but Li Yao's body couldn't bear it.
If it continued to accelerate, it might be torn to pieces by the air.
This speed had already surpassed many battle shuttles.
And as an incomparably flexible flying sword, Little Black's small range maneuvers far surpassed the Mystic Bird Battle Shuttle and the Scarlet Flame Battle Shuttle. It could make countless complicated and fancy movements.
With a secret weapon like Little Black, Li Yao dared to travel alone in the Wasteland.
He specifically chose a relatively safe area not far from the military base to hunt demon beasts that weren't strong but had precious materials in their bodies.
Once a high-level Demon Soldier or above appeared, he would immediately grab the Black Wing Sword and flee without a trace without a word.
He had also let his imagination run wild. The Black Wing Sword's speed was so fast that even if it didn't have any other magical abilities, it could directly stab a demon beast and pierce a hole through the body of a Demon General.
However, he didn't know what Little Black's previous owner did to it. It seemed to have some kind of restriction that sealed its attacking ability.
Every time Li Yao drove the Black Wing Sword to attack a demon beast, this guy would always circle around his head, looking very confused.
Li Yao studied it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. In the end, he could only give up and treat the Black Wing Sword as a simple escape tool.
In the vast and boundless Wasteland, the fighting mode between humans and demon beasts was completely different from street fighting.
In this place, there were no rash Demon Beasts gathering into a tide to be killed by Li Yao. Heavy weapons such as the Six Barrel Rotary Cannon and the Heavy Vibrosaber were all burdens. There were simply too many places to escape. Just as the cannon began to rotate, the Demon Beasts would shrink back into the ground. So what if the firepower was powerful?
Without the assistance of heavy magical equipment, Li Yao could only take the risk to cultivate a powerful and difficult combat course in order to increase his attack power and hunt stronger demon beasts.
He chose the 《Wild Sand Saber Technique》!
This saber technique sounded incomparably domineering. It originated from the sandstorms that often occurred in the Wasteland. When cultivated to the extreme, the saber light would rotate like a hurricane, causing sand and stones to fly. It could set off waves of sand that were tens of thousands of feet high, converging into a giant sand saber and ruthlessly slashing at the enemy.
Among all the courses in the Combat Department, the 《Wild Sand Saber Technique》 belonged to the most difficult class. Usually, only senior students at the 7th level of the Refinement Stage and above would cultivate it.
Li Yao wanted to increase his battle power as soon as possible, but he couldn't care less. In one breath, he took out nearly two thousand credits and chose the 《Wild Sand Saber Technique》.
In the end, reality gave him a deep lesson — he failed!
Although university life was incomplete without failing a course, Li Yao was still depressed to the point of vomiting blood.
Losing one or two thousand credits was secondary. The key was that he didn't have much time left.
Li Yao found himself in a vicious circle.
In order to obtain a large amount of credits in a short period of time, he had to take the risk to go to more dangerous areas and hunt higher level demon beasts.
In order to hunt higher level demon beasts, he had to increase his strength as soon as possible.
In order to increase his strength, he had to take the risk and throw in a large amount of credits. He had to cultivate a difficult and powerful martial art.
In case he failed a course, the large amount of credits he threw in would be wasted.
While he was running around in this vicious circle, time was quickly passing by.
The deadline for the registration of the Armament Master was not far away!
Fortunately, it seemed that after the worst of misfortune came a silver lining. Since last week, luck had gradually returned to him.
First of all, under the stimulation of failing a course, he went berserk. On a stormy night filled with thunder and lightning, he crazily cultivated the 《Wild Sand Saber Technique》. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The more he cultivated, the crazier he became. In one breath, he actually rushed to the 6th level of the Refinement Stage and became a middle-level Refinement Stage cultivator!
With this strength, even in the top 500 cultivation sects of the Federation, he could hold a basic position.
Subsequently, he threw in a large amount of credits. He reapplied for the 《Wild Sand Saber Technique》. Relying on the comprehension he gained from the stormy night, he finally passed. Not only did he make up for the credits he threw in twice, he also made a small profit.
Taking advantage of the recent limelight. Li Yao rode the Black Wing Sword and flew thousands of miles in one breath. He took the risk and arrived at the Zenith Cliffs in the northwest of the Wasteland.
This was the area where high-level Demon Soldiers and high-level Refinement Stage cultivators were active. However, there were also priceless prey hibernating here.
Li Yao soon set his eyes on a Triangular Spearhead Viper.
The strength of an adult Triangular Spearhead Viper could reach the level of a middle-level Demon Soldier. Its venom contained a very rare component. After being refined, it was an essential raw material for many high-level strengthening drugs. Moreover, it could not be artificially synthesized.
Therefore, the value of the Triangular Spearhead Viper was extremely high. If its venom gland was intact, it could be exchanged for more credits than many high-level Demon Soldiers.
However, the Triangular Spearhead Viper was extremely vigilant. It usually hibernated in its complex underground lair to avoid the attacks of human experts and crystal battleships. It rarely appeared on the ground.
Unless...
The Sand Scorpion, which had just disappeared among the rubble, once again appeared and crawled under Li Yao's nose.
Li Yao operated the 《Soul Converging Technique》 to the limit. His pores were tightly sealed.
Not only did he not emit the slightest trace of spiritual energy, even his breathing was reduced to the minimum.
Furthermore, the camouflage sunscreen camouflage cloth on his body completely locked the heat, allowing him to blend into the surrounding rocks.
The Sand Scorpion was the favorite food of the Triangular Spearhead Viper.
From the moment the Sand Scorpion appeared, the Triangular Spearhead Viper that Li Yao had been staring at had been hibernating in the darkness for four hours.
Finally —
Seeing the Sand Scorpion swaggering away, the Triangular Spearhead Viper could no longer hold back.
Its body flashed, and like a javelin, it shot out like lightning and ruthlessly stabbed at the Sand Scorpion.
Just as it was about to swallow the Sand Scorpion into its stomach, the "rock" in front of it suddenly burst open!
Li Yao bellowed, took a step forward, and turned around!
When the huge centrifugal force turned his body into a whirlwind, the saber was finally unsheathed. With a "Shua" sound, the saber swept up the sand, and the fist-sized head soared into the sky. The expression in the snake's eyes was frozen in the momentary satisfaction of enjoying a delicious meal. Even when it died, it did not react.
Half a second later, a perfect hunt came to an end.
In this contest of hibernation and endurance, Li Yao was the final victor. Floating astronomy.
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