170. Third Tier

Ralph returned late at night, looking dejected.

The moment he returned, many of the professionals who had been dozing against the tree stumps opened their eyes and looked at the leader of the Ten-Fist Society.

"It's all settled. We'll attack at noon tomorrow. We can enter the Silent Forest, but we can't get close to the Ancient Mansion... Of course, they won't be responsible for any accidents that happen later!"

Ralph sat down by the fire, his voice low.

'If you don't get close to the Ancient Mansion, there's no danger... but correspondingly, there's no chance of gaining anything!'

Sulu looked at the president with amusement: 'In other words, has this meant being excluded from the circle?'

Come to think of it, behemoths like the Church and the Federation might not even look down on the Blood Brotherhood, let alone a smaller organization like the Ten-Fist Society.

However, precisely because of this, the danger is also greatly reduced.

Overall, it's neither good nor bad... There's no rule prohibiting superhumans from approaching the Ancient Mansion, as long as they're not afraid of being attacked or captured as cannon fodder...

Sulu covered his face with his hat and pretended to sleep.

The campfire flickered, and the surrounding professionals gradually quieted down.

In the darkness.

Sulu performed Soul Projection, entering the second layer of the Mind World.

In an instant, he saw countless isolated islands of the Mind Secret Realm, some large and some small, all around him.

The closer you get to the Silent Forest, the more of these hidden gems you find, and the number of people there is astonishing.

More importantly, at their core, there seems to be a hidden the Vortex.

"The Vortex- shaped Mind Secret Realm, this is because its size is so enormous that it has even affected the ocean of consciousness... It's the work of a fourth-tier master-level professional!"

Using the Spirit World to investigate, Sulu quickly obtained a wealth of intelligence.

"Anguskin ... Anguskin ..."

Just then, a call suddenly came from afar.

He looked around, and his pupils contracted.

There stood a dilapidated Ancient Mansion, proudly resembling one in the Mind World.

"Is the true form of the Demon Ancient Mansion hidden in the Spirit World?"

Sulu gradually realized. "No wonder I can open the Spirit World... and communicate with and draw in all sorts of powers."

Suddenly.

The scenery before him changed again.

Many Mind Secret Realm have vanished, and the ocean of consciousness is now turbulent, forming a massive the Vortex!

Through the Vortex, Sulu seemed to see a stunningly beautiful young woman gazing at him with cold, emotionless eyes.

"It's Beatrice... she's started!"

A terrifying suction force immediately acted on Sulu.

Even through the Master-Servant Pact, he still felt the suppression of their rank.

"Beatrice is at least two ranks higher than me right now. If she pulls me into the Vortex where my true form is, I'm doomed..."

Because of the distance, the opponent is projecting power from a distance, which gives Sulu a little time to react!

"Beatrice, has she already advanced to the fourth rank?"

Sulu's expression remained perfectly calm as a glowing screen displayed his Attribute Panel before him. "Job Title... [Thaumaturge]!"

[Consuming 1000 experience points, becoming Thaumaturge... Detected that the job requires a Tier 2 prerequisite class: Occultist, Spirit 5.0, Soul Projection LV4!... Conditions met! Initiating advancement!]

On the Attribute Panel, the light screen shifted rapidly.

Sulu groaned, feeling a powerful force explode within his spirit body.

A third-tier professional is already an expert in various mysterious fields, possessing extraordinary power!

They gradually transcended the realm of ordinary people, possessing all sorts of strange and mysterious abilities.

And this is especially true for [Thaumaturge]!

In an instant, he felt his spirit body become incredibly stable in the Mind World, resisting the Vortex's engulfment.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, but in the outside world it was only a fleeting moment. Accompanied by the influx of a large amount of knowledge and information, a notification sounded in the Attribute Panel:

[Ding! Job successfully secured!]

[Joined Thaumaturge! Spirit +3! Constitution +1! Gained the skill: Psychic Thaumaturgy!]

"[The Thaumaturge], formerly known as [Scroll Mage], can create scrolls imbued with strange powers, which can penetrate people's minds to perform all sorts of mysterious operations. Their methods are ever-changing and endless..."

A multitude of knowledge points emerged one by one in Sulu's sea of knowledge.

The immense spiritual power made him feel as if he had become a giant in the Mind World, and suddenly he raised his hand.

Whoosh!

The incredibly thick Spirit Chain, seemingly burning with pale white flames, surged into the Vortex before them like pythons.

Western Federation, Black Death Society.

Inside a sealed room.

The ground was marked with array rituals, surrounded by runes representing the moon and death.

A beautiful, youthful girl stared in astonishment at the broken talisman in her hand. "Failed? The opponent temporarily advanced? And succeeded? This is impossible!"

Advancing to a higher level in an extraordinary profession is by no means a simple matter, and carries a high failure rate!

Moreover, it takes a long time and cannot be achieved instantly.

But no matter how confused Beatrice was, it still happened.

With her fourth-tier strength, she couldn't curse her third-tier 'master'!

The formation failed, and the backlash had left deep wounds on her body.

Beatrice's face turned pale, and she spat out a mouthful of blood. "Sulu! Sulu!"

Call out!

Suddenly, a pale chain appeared in the void, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, its target being Beatrice's fair neck!

Bang!

Outside, the Death Cultist guarding the chamber paled in shock as they watched the chamber explode, their mouths agape.

"Saintess Holiness... what happened?"

Upon seeing Beatrice amidst the ashes, they immediately knelt down and asked what had happened.

"Let the president handle this... I... I was careless."

Beatrice murmured, a clear bloodstain visible on her neck.

As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed up another small mouthful of blood and fainted.

"Something terrible has happened! The Saintess has fainted!"

This immediately plunged the remaining Death Cultist into even greater panic.

"As expected... the Master-Servant Pact is really great. She would need to expend ten or a hundred times more effort to curse me, but I just walked along the passage without much effort. It's just a pity... I'm not a fourth-tier professional, otherwise the backlash from the curse alone would have been enough to kill Beatrice, right?"

In the Mind World, Sulu sighed and looked at the Attribute Panel:

Name: [Sulu Potter]

Classes: [Thaumaturge] (Tier 3), [Rogue] (Tier 2)

Job Rank: [3]

Title: [None]

Strength: [2.2], Agility: [3.0], Constitution: [2.8], Spirit: [8.1]

Inspiration: [8.1]

Skills: [Corpse Maiden Creation LV1], [Krav Maga Combat Arts LV5], [Soul Projection LV4], [Spirit Pressure LV2], [Spirit Chain LV1], [Wonder Item Crafting LV1], [Potion Crafting LV1], [Psychic Thaumaturgy LV1]

Passive: [Common Hebraic LV3], [Basic Physics LV5], [Demon Hunting Lore LV4], [Ancient Hebraic LV2], [Gulam Language LV2], [Occult Lore LV2], [Sturdy LV1], [Agile Footwork LV1]

XP:[900]

"He's already at Tier 3. If Rhode hadn't advanced, he'd probably already fallen behind me."

Sulu returned to reality, gazing at the moonlight, lost in thought.