Indiscriminate Bombardment

"Damn it—"

"What the hell is this mess—"

"Can't I even pass by quietly?"

He had clearly chosen to take a detour earlier, yet he had still been dragged into some inexplicable incident. As for this situation—

Ling Wuyuan could not really be called angry.

He simply felt genuinely speechless.

It was the sort of speechlessness that came from not wanting to cause trouble, only for trouble to stubbornly throw itself at him anyway.

To be fair.

Even if he counted from the day he had left the [White Crow Gang], he had been roaming the martial world for less than two years in total.

Yet the strange and bizarre things he had encountered—

There had truly been no shortage of them—

These things—

Most people would find it difficult to encounter even one in their entire lives.

But with him, they came one after another—

Though he did not particularly enjoy shutting himself away to build a cart behind closed doors.

This high frequency of dangerous incidents was still a little too frequent.

He felt that the various resources he possessed truly needed to be properly digested—

By now.

Never mind the various gains from that unknown ancient ruin.

Even the gains related to [Dragon Beast Sea Ridge] had yet to be fully sorted through—

There was no helping it.

Even though he could use [Abyssal Divine Speed] to learn at accelerated speeds.

And had mastered the ability to divide his consciousness into more than a hundred strands.

Allowing him to process more than a hundred entirely different matters and thoughts simultaneously within his mind.

His current learning and absorption efficiency—

Still could not keep up with the rate at which he acquired resources and all kinds of knowledge—

Every time, before he had finished dealing with the resources