Training Ground

White Moon City.

In the vast, empty underground cavern.

Multicolored fluorescent light streamed down from the rock walls overhead.

It fell upon the moss-covered ruins, refracting into streaks of dazzling radiance.

The gems embedded in the rock walls were all unidentified.

Aside from "Fluorescent Fungus," they were the most common source of light in the entire underground world.

Temple District.

A richly dressed Gray Dwarf Chieftain waved a gemstone staff and let out roar after roar.

His voice was not actually loud, and was even somewhat weak.

But with the help of Evil Curse, it still successfully reached the ears of every gray dwarf in White Moon City.

In an instant.

Hundreds of thousands of gray dwarves sprang into action.

They surged toward the cavern area like a tide.

They swept through every corner near White Moon City like locusts passing through.

But as time passed second by second.

The gray dwarf Great Prophet still received no news that the "intruder had been captured."

He paced back and forth anxiously between two stone pillars, his expression shifting unpredictably.

Just then.

A small Fungus Slave brought over a basin of water as he had previously ordered.

What awaited the Fungus Slave was a staff swung straight into his face! He was knocked to the ground along with the basin, letting out a pained groan.

"Wretch! Wretch!"

Apparently, beating him with the staff was not enough to vent his anger, so the Great Prophet resorted to his feet.

He viciously kicked the Fungus Slave in the forehead. The latter instinctively struggled for a while before falling silent.

Pale green blood slowly spread into a puddle on the ground.

"Wretch! Bah!"

The Great Prophet could not help kicking him again.

"Drag it away!"

"Bring another basin of water!"

Two other Fungus Slaves approached in terror and dragged away the corpse of their dead fellow.

The surroundings fell completely silent.

After a while.

A gray dwarf dressed as an apprentice approached with a basin of water, forcing himself to keep his nerve.

The Great Prophet glared at him, making the apprentice's legs tremble violently.

Fortunately, he still managed to stand firm and did not spill the basin.

"Put it down."

The Great Prophet's voice became slightly gentler.

Having long understood his temperament, the apprentice could not help sighing in relief and hurriedly placed the basin on the stone table.

"Teacher."

"Where do you think the intruder is hiding?"

His tone was filled with deep confusion and bewilderment.

He knew the situation in Thousand Faces Demon Cave very well.

Forget an outsider—even a local gray dwarf from White Moon City could easily enter and fail to find their way out.

But although the cavern seemed to lead in all directions, there were tricks to blocking it off.

As long as the gray dwarves held several key points, the intruder would have no way to escape, even with wings.

Yet now, so much time had passed.

The gray dwarves of White Moon City had already seized all the important routes in Thousand Faces Demon Cave and conducted a carpet search.

And yet they had not even seen the intruder's shadow! Nothing like this had ever happened in White Moon City's history of repelling intruders.

"I don't know."

The Great Prophet shook his head. "But one thing is certain: the intruder possesses invisibility or some similar ability."

"Otherwise, he couldn't have evaded the first wave of the search."

At this, he stroked his beard with some emotion.

"How cunning. He's been matching wits with me for more than half a year, yet he never once exposed his ability to become invisible."

"If I hadn't forced him into the Underground City with a curse, he might have continued hiding."

The apprentice scratched his head, his expression somewhat numb.

"Forget it. We have to find him!"

The Great Prophet's expression darkened. He took out a small knife and sliced open his palm.

He squeezed for a long time before finally forcing a drop of dark purple blood from the wound.

"I'm almost out of blood."

The Great Prophet's voice carried a trace of bleakness.

The apprentice immediately lowered his head, not daring to look any longer.

The blood dripped into the basin.

The Great Prophet began chanting a lengthy spell.

As the incantation gradually intensified, the intruder's location also took shape on the surface of the water—

This was one of the drawbacks of the Bloodline Curse.

Once the curse was completed, the caster could no longer sense the cursed person's location.

The cursed person, however, could sense the caster's position.

Therefore, if the Great Prophet wanted to determine the intruder's location, he had to use an additional spell.

The image in the basin gradually grew clearer.

The apprentice leaned forward to take a look, only to see, in that fleeting image:

The radiance of gems, towering stone pillars, and... Fungus Slaves?

"Teacher?! He's right..."

In his urgency.

The gray dwarf apprentice suddenly raised his head, only to see a huge head flying toward him!

Pfft! He cried out and slapped away that emaciated head with all his strength.

The Great Prophet's head landed on the ground with a dull thud.

The Fungus Slaves scattered in terror.

The apprentice stared blankly at the headless corpse. Behind it, a blurry figure twisted into view.

"The gray dwarf Great Prophet? That's it?"

"Much easier to kill than that drow girl."

The man let out a puzzled sound.

He casually glanced at the gray dwarf apprentice.

The apprentice suddenly dropped to his knees and raised both hands high.

"I have nothing to do with him! I was forced to—"

Before he could finish, he heard the intruder's hurried footsteps as he left.

He didn't take me seriously!

He didn't take me seriously!

The joy of surviving a disaster surged into his heart.

Seeing that the man was about to leave the stone pillars of the temple at an unhurried pace.

The gray dwarf apprentice suddenly scrambled to his feet and shouted:

"Guards—"

Before the word "guards" could leave his mouth.

With a soft whoosh.

An arrow shot from the darkness pierced his throat.

The apprentice stared wide-eyed and collapsed, his face filled with unwillingness.

In the darkness.

Roger put away Purple Wisp. His body twisted rapidly before he vanished from the spot.

"You killed the gray dwarf Great Prophet (Elite) (Weakened Period)"

"Your Bloodline Curse has completely disappeared..."

"You gained 30 XP"

"You gained 40 Xia Yin Value"

"Extermination Order reward acquisition in progress..."

"Reward acquisition failed. You cannot obtain the gray dwarf Great Prophet's feat..."

"Hmm?"

"The Extermination Order can fail too...?"

Under the cover of Shadow Cloak, Roger briskly crossed a watchpost and successfully left the Temple District.

Only then did he have time to check his status panel.

He had actually failed to obtain a new feat.

This left Roger harboring considerable resentment toward the gray dwarf Great Prophet.

Among the series of standard rewards, only the 40 points of Xia Yin Value were fairly decent.

But this also showed from another angle that this fellow was even more twisted than the evil and wicked Corpse Demon.

In truth, killing the gray dwarf Great Prophet had cost Roger very little effort.

After killing the drow girl, Roger had led the gray dwarves toward the demon cave.

Thanks to the Gray Dwarf Chieftain.

He had long since memorized the map of the Underground City thoroughly.

Though he had never personally walked through it, it was as if he had done so ten thousand times.

Once he reached the demon cave.

Roger quickly used Shadow Cloak to shake off the gray dwarf army, then doubled back and launched a surprise attack! His thoughts were perfectly clear.

Lifting the Bloodline Curse was his first priority!

Even if the Great Prophet could sense his presence, he would still go for it!

The Instant Death Judgment of the Bloodline Curse was no joke.

He had prepared for the worst.

Yet he had not expected to encounter the easiest possible test paper.

When he effortlessly chopped off the Great Prophet's head, Roger even suspected it was a trap and that he had merely cut down a substitute...

But sometimes, things really were that simple.

After lifting the curse, Roger finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Avoiding the groups of gray dwarves conducting searches.

Following the direction on the map, Roger found a hidden underground river.

After loosening his muscles, he jumped into the river and struggled to swim upstream.

Ten minutes later.

The icy river water gradually grew warmer.

He found a spot and climbed ashore.

"Tip: You discovered the Clear Spring Sect Dojo"