Don't Talk Too Much, the Netherworld Ship Is Attacked

The camp erupted into chaos, and anyone unaware of the situation would have thought someone had infiltrated the camp for a surprise attack. Wang Baiqiang, who had just awakened from unconsciousness, was even mistaken for a thief with ill intent. If Qin Yang had not spoken up, there was a nine-in-ten chance he would have been beaten back into unconsciousness.

Qin Yang, who had fallen into a fixation, regretfully paused his learning.

He had been struck twice by the sword in that memory. If he failed to learn it, would he not have suffered those blows for nothing?

Besides, he had some clues now. More and more details from that sword strike were slowly surfacing. There was nothing wrong with treating that memory as a Skill Book; its difficulty was merely a little higher.

But no matter how difficult it was to learn, it could not be harder than the One Word Art. He possessed the complete methods for both the Sorrow Art and the Sorrow Art, yet he could not even find the threshold.

At least he had a lead on the Emperor Ying's sword strike. If he studied it slowly, there would always be a chance.

This matter served as another reminder to Qin Yang: he absolutely could not develop the habit of judging light spheres by their color and grade, then picking and choosing.

The light spheres obtained through Corpse Touching could not represent the value of what was obtained. At the very least, their value to him could not be measured so crudely.

If he obtained a classic that did not suit him to cultivate, then its value to him was no different from Blue White. It might even be inferior to some white light spheres, since certain white light spheres could provide him with highly