Ten Years Of Cultivation

The Thunder Squad was very famous. Among all the combat teams in Mu Liang City, they were also T1-ranked.

This was because this team's abilities were very comprehensive. The team leader, Lei Ting, was in charge of combat, Ice Maiden Chen Hong was in charge of reconnaissance, and the Daddy-Nanny, Bai Run, was in charge of support.

Moreover, they were quite strong in their respective fields.

Especially Bai Run.

It was said that there were only wrong names and no wrong nicknames.

"Daddy-Nanny" was enough to prove Bai Run's healing ability.

In just two minutes, Zeng Shiwu woke up. Other than the large wound on her waist that affected her movements, all her other injuries had been healed.

"Yama is getting more and more arrogant!"

After listening to Zeng Shiwu's story, Lei Ting couldn't help but snort coldly. His eyes were filled with anger as he looked at the corpse of Red Yama.

He was certain, the Red Yama's goal was very clear. He was here to kill Zeng Shiwu.

Otherwise he wouldn't have stuck the Silence Talisman directly on the door.

However, he was too confident in himself and did not choose the assassination method he was good at. Instead, he wanted to tease Zeng Shiwu.

Otherwise, a ranked Red Flame Demon would never fail to assassinate Zeng Shiwu.

If Zeng Shiwu hadn't been lucky enough to have a ranked black pot and a ranked kitchen knife…

Thinking of this, Lei Ting couldn't help but pick up the black pot and inject essence energy into it.

"Fifty percent energy consumption, mid-tier Mystic-grade?"

Lei Ting sucked in his breath. As far as he knew, there were no more than ten people in the entire city who had mystic-grade weapons.

The value of ranked weapons was beyond imagination.

But right now, he was holding a mid-tier Mystic-grade black pot…

He picked up the kitchen knife again and injected vital energy.

Good lord, another mid-tier Mystic-grade item!

"What about the other things you bought from your old classmate?" Lei Ting could not help but be a little excited at this moment even with his temperament.

"Ah, it's all here." Zeng Shiwu naturally knew why Lei Ting was so excited and quickly pointed to the side.

She had bought quite a few things from Feng Ling. A black pot, a kitchen knife, a vegetable spatula, a spoon, and two vegetable basins.

Lei Ting took a step forward and checked them one by one. He was dumbfounded.

"What's wrong, Captain?" Bai Run couldn't help asking.

"Other than the two vegetable basins, that vegetable shovel and spoon are both high-grade mystic-ranks…" Lei Ting said in a daze.

"Ah?" Chen Hong and Bai Run couldn't help but exclaim. Zeng Shiwu's little mouth was also slightly open in surprise.

'How much did you say you paid for it?' Lei Ting asked.

"Uh… It was 98 yuan. He wanted to round down to 90 yuan. I insisted on giving him 95 yuan…"

"95 yuan … bought you four Mystic-grade items?" The few of them looked at each other and wondered if the world had gone crazy.

If these four Mystic-grade items were all weapons, even if there were five more zeros to 95 yuan, there would still be people who would want to buy them.

"So, could your old classmate be a Master Forger?" Lei Ting guessed.

"Master Forger?" The other three could not help exclaiming, and immediately lowered their voices.

"That shouldn't be possible. We're the same age. He can't be more than 19 years old. Is there a 19-year-old Master Forger?" Feng Ling's smiling face flashed through Zeng Shiwu's mind. She couldn't believe it.

But even so, if Feng Ling was not a Forging Master, who had the ability to forge four mystic-rank artifacts?

"Forget it. Let's record this first. We can't delay the operation tonight. Shiwu. Don't go yet."

"I…" Zeng Shiwu wanted to fight for herself, but she thought that there was a high chance of a battle breaking out, and she might become a burden if she went in her current situation, so she did not say anything else.

The Thunder Squad set off. According to an email that the police station had received earlier, they headed to the place marked by the email.

Zeng Shiwu looked at the kitchen utensils and fell into deep thought.

…

Feng Ling was dumbfounded when he received the notification.

Because the hint went something like this:

[The kitchen knife you forged has been used to kill. You have obtained 10 years of cultivation.]

In the next moment, a majestic spiritual power surged out of his dantian and rushed to his limbs and bones.

Feng Ling's hands and feet were in a mess because of this sudden spiritual power. This spiritual power was powerful and pure, causing the meridians in his body to ache slightly and be unable to withstand it.

Feng Ling hurriedly circulated the breathing technique and assumed the posture of the Heaven and Earth Crossing Technique. He used the spiritual energy in his body to calm himself down.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy was relatively gentle and stable. As it continued to circulate, it was also repairing Feng Ling's injuries.

After a long time, Feng Ling stopped and heaved a sigh of relief.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with light, and his aura was even more dense and restrained.

His original spiritual power cultivation was only eight years, but he suddenly gained ten years. His strength more than doubled.

However, he was also puzzled.

The "Equipment Strategy" gave feedback. It had been verified previously. If one wanted to obtain a return through killing, the person killed could not be an ordinary person.

Or rather, it was a creature that had already begun to evolve at the level of life.

However, the people who came to buy his kitchen knife were ordinary citizens of Divine Weapon Town. They basically did not have the chance to come into contact with such an evolved person.

Besides, who would fight an evolved being with a kitchen knife?

On second thought, that was not entirely impossible.

After all, Bai Yi had come knocking on his door previously because he had obtained a kitchen knife forged by his master…

"Tsk, it's useless to think so much. I haven't gone to the Blood-Robe Realm today…"

Feng Ling took out the Fly's Blood Bead and used voice control to disappear from the room.

In the blink of an eye, the scene changed. Everything in front of him was already blood red.

Feng Ling was no longer unfamiliar with the Blood-robe Realm. After exploring for more than a month, even though he still did not find any other creatures, he could be considered familiar with it.

Unfortunately, the location of the Blood-Robe World was not fixed.

Or rather, the terrain of the Blood-Robe World was changing.

After his research, the change happened every twelve hours.

At noon and midnight, respectively.

Which meant that if they entered at 11:50, the landscape below them would change after ten minutes.

Feng Ling had tried to mark it in the past, but all forms of marking disappear as the landscape changes.

Therefore, every time he came in, he had to explore carefully.

With the Bull Slaying Knife in hand, Feng Ling identified a direction and advanced.

Under the envelopment of his soul, he quickly discovered a group of Blood-Robe Guides flying towards him.

Feng Ling naturally did not stand on ceremony and directly took it down.

But soon he realized that something was wrong.

Before this, even though the Blood-Robe Guides he encountered were also in groups, there was only one or two waves within a certain range.

But now, in just a few minutes, he had already encountered three waves.

Of course, his gains were not small either. He obtained a total of three Blood-Robe Guides and 180 points of progress in "Dismembering Bull".

As he moved forward, he realized that something was indeed wrong—

His soul seemed to be blocked by something and was difficult to detect.