Pfft!
Gu Ning crushed the body with his palm, then expressionlessly withdrew the insect. A round head rolled to the wall at the side, its eyes wide open in death as they stared straight at Gu Ning's departing back. He did not understand why the other party had killed him.
As an Inner Disciple of the Skeleton Sect, Qian Long knew what the Ancient Immortal Broken Stele was, and he also knew how to comprehend the immortal arts within it.
Unable to afford the Dao Mark Rubbings held by the Scripture Transmission Elder's disciples, he could only rely on the most primitive method: exchanging mission contributions for them. But there were simply too many Dao Mark Rubbings. Every different Dao Mark corresponded to more than a dozen rubbings. To exchange for all of them completely, one would need to do missions for at least ten years! Thus, Qian Long had been doing missions ever since he entered.
He offended no one and took no part in the war between the Ancient Immortals and Ancient Gods, focusing wholeheartedly on missions.
Yet even so, trouble still found its way to him.
Some madman who had appeared from nowhere followed a Mutant Bee inside and killed him the moment he opened the door. He had not even been given a chance to speak or argue. He did not even know why he had been killed.
"The twenty-ninth. Are there really that many Spider Webs?"
Shaking the blood and flesh from his hand, Gu Ning continued up the mountain.
Chen Luo sat cross-legged inside the cave dwelling.
He paid no attention whatsoever to the disputes outside. After more than half a month of "hypothetical" "experiments," the over twenty-nine hundred brains in his External Brain had ultimately been organized into four schools. These four schools