In a courtyard house in the capital's Liu Hai Alley, Shi Xuejin was holding a purple clay teapot as he sat under the shade of a walnut tree. The crown of the tree spread out in all directions like a canopy.
Shi Xuejin did not flip through the book in his hands. His eyes were closed as if he was thinking about what he had just read.
Suddenly, Hao Zhichao walked in with a document and handed it to Shi Xuejin. "This was captured by the satellite a month ago."
Shi Xuejin opened the document and pulled out a stack of photos. On a small island in the Pacific Ocean, all the trees had withered, and countless dead fish and prawns were floating on the surface of the sea.
This originally beautiful island had lost all signs of life. Everything had withered!
Shi Xuejin suddenly frowned. "Are there any other clues?"
"No. In the past half a year, no ships have approached this island," Hao Zhichao said honestly. These were all things that they had confirmed before reporting.
Shi Xuejin gave it some thought. "Hopefully, this person did not go to Elephant Island."
The withered scene on the island was actually a sign of someone advancing to [A] class!
Back when Li Xianyi advanced to [A] class, the sound of swords humming and trembling could be heard within a five-kilometer radius of Luoyang City. If Li Xianyi had not stopped in time, Luoyang City would have been in the same state.
The realm of using all things as swords had always been a legend. It had not appeared even in Li Xianyi's sect for a long time. After all, in this era of spiritual energy depletion, no one had been able to break through the shackles of heaven and earth.
Li Xianyi was slightly special. Because he cultivated in the path of the sword, the sea of qi and mountain of snow in his body were more focused on accumulating energy.
When Chen Baili advanced to [A] class, the demonic trees within a five-kilometer radius of the ruins had all withered. If not for Chen Baili's restraint, all the living beings within a ten-kilometer radius would not have been able to escape.
Advancing to [A] class required absorbing the spiritual energy of the world. To defy the heavens and change one's fate, one had to use the vitality of others to improve oneself and other living beings to fulfill oneself.
Although there was no way to confirm whether this was a certain expert advancing on the island, one had to think of the worst before working hard. This was the attitude that a large organization should have.
There was no reason for a powerhouse who had advanced a month ago to miss the opening of the ruins. It was just that the previous intelligence report did not show any signs of an A-class powerhouse. If there really was such a person, then he was really good at keeping his composure.
Shi Xuejin showed a rare look of worry. "This person is hiding so deeply. What is he planning? Don't let Li Yixiao trick him …"
The corner of Hao Zhichao's eyes twitched. 'You know how Li Tengra scams people everywhere.'
"Have you sent this document to Nie Tengra?" Shi Xuejin suddenly asked.
"I did, but Nie Tengra didn't reply, and I couldn't get through to him," Hao Zhichao said.
"Oh." Shi Xuejin nodded. "I'm afraid they have arrived."
Hao Zhichao was stunned. "Where did Nie Tengra go?"
Shi Xuejin picked up the book from the stone table and lay down. The chair creaked and shook again. "Time to kill someone."
Shi Xuejin spoke calmly, as if the words' Nie Ting 'and' murder 'were very harmonious.
Shi Xuejin and Nie Ting were from the same sect when they were young. Nie Ting's master was Shi Xuejin's father, and Shi Xuejin was much older.
Originally, the family's unique skills were not taught to outsiders. However, Shi Xuejin did not have the talent to cultivate and could not inherit it. Therefore, Shi Xuejin's father adopted an orphan, Nie Ting. Very few people knew that Nie Ting was also an orphan.
Because Shi Xuejin did not have the talent, he was determined to master the three religions when he was young and create a different path for the untalented youths in the world.
The old house in Liu Hai Alley was left behind by Shi Xuejin's father. At that time, Shi Xuejin was still a teenager and Nie Ting was still a child. Shi Xuejin's father planted the walnut tree with the two of them beside it.
However, Nie Ting was different. Shi Xuejin had witnessed with his own eyes how Nie Ting, the ignorant teenager, had stained his hands with blood for the ideals in his heart. Over the years, Nie Ting had killed too many people.
What Shi Xuejin could do was to call Nie Ting to recuperate in the siheyuan every time after he killed someone. He wanted to dispel the killing intent in his heart so that he would not go astray.
Over time, after Nie Ting finished killing, he would come to the siheyuan to recuperate for a few days.
Shi Xuejin had never felt that there was anything wrong with Nie Ting killing people. Those he killed were people who deserved to be killed.
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The camp on the southern slope of Mount Everest in Nepal was 6,000 meters above sea level.
It was a good time to climb Mount Everest. October was coming, and the autumn was clear and refreshing. The weather on Mount Everest was relatively stable.
The camp was already overcrowded. Colorful tents were set up in the camp 6,000 meters above sea level. A gust of cold wind blew, and the tents in the camp immediately fluttered.
Mount Everest was now very commercialized. As long as one persisted in exercising every week and spent some money, one could climb it.
When climbing the world's highest peak, the most important thing to pay attention to was the lack of oxygen. A prolonged lack of oxygen would lead to heart and lung failure. In the process of climbing from the foot of the mountain, many people sometimes had to return to the foot of the mountain before they could even reach an altitude of 4,000 meters.
When they reached an altitude of 6,000 meters, everyone had to adapt for one to two weeks before they were qualified to continue to challenge higher positions.
Climbing Mount Everest was different from watching the sunrise. It was a protracted battle.
When humans reached an altitude of 7,200 meters above sea level, they would be no different from the walking dead without oxygen. They would almost completely lose the ability to think, and their minds would be blank. Therefore, when climbing Mount Everest nowadays, people carried oxygen tanks on their backs.
Spend some money, and the local Sherpas would accompany you up with a bundle of oxygen tanks …
Lack of oxygen did not exist. One could become stronger with money …
At an altitude of 6,000 meters, most of the climbers in the camp were climbers who were temporarily unable to adapt to the plateau climate. Everyone returned to their tents after a short adaptation training every day.
However, at this time, there was a group of people who did not fit in with the ordinary climbers. There were no obstacles in their movements, and the plateau climate did not seem to affect them at all.
From their appearance, their yellow skin was slightly darker, and some of them even had thick beards. They looked a little like Middle Easterners.
One of them sat on a rock and said with a smile, "These climbers all look like they're dying. They're lying in their tents. I wonder why they insist on climbing this mountain."
Another person glanced at the climbers. "Don't laugh at others. Watch your satellite phone. We might make a move at any time."
"We're just here to hold them back. I don't believe that Tengra's Earth Net will really send a Grade-A to enter the ruins. Now, there are too many people like us at the border to hold them back. If they're not careful, they'll be besieged by countless people. However, I think it's funny. Actually, we don't dare to go in, do we? We'll just treat it as a tourist. "
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