Potential +1
Wang Chen ignored the notification flashing across his vision and summoned the panel.
Name: Wang Chen (Ling Zhiyuan) Age: 16 Cultivation: Martial General Cultivation Art: Mysterious Heaven Seven Fiend Wheels (Swallowing Thief Wheel): 37/400 Potential: 971
When he had condensed the fourth Fiend Wheel earlier, he had expended a great many Potential points. Not only had he now fully made up for them, but he had also reached a record-breaking total of nearly a thousand.
Wang Chen had a vague feeling that if his Potential points reached one thousand, some kind of change would very likely occur!
As for what kind of change it would be, Wang Chen naturally had no way of knowing yet.
But he was greatly looking forward to it.
To be honest, brewing medicine, decocting medicine, and drinking medicine every day was both bitter and exhausting. It was not easy to keep at it day after day.
Beep~
Just then, a shrill whistle suddenly reached Wang Chen's ears.
His heart jolted. Without a second thought, he leaped out through the open window and landed in the small courtyard outside.
Bang!
Wang Chen looked up and saw a dazzling burst of fireworks explode high in the sky.
Blood-Clad Summons Order!
This was the signal the Blood-Clad Guard used to summon their comrades. Once something important happened, any guard who saw the fireworks signal had to rush to the gathering place at once.
The fireworks had risen from the direction of the county town's guard station.
Wang Chen immediately mounted the Yellow Dappled Horse tethered outside the door and raced toward the guard station.
Ordinary people were strictly forbidden from galloping through the county town's streets, since it was all too easy to injure innocent passersby.
But the Blood-Clad Guard were exempt