Above the Endless Sea.
Before Ji Yuan could speak,
the martial artists who had just withdrawn from the battlefield crowded around him.
Tie Chuan slung his black iron axe, as broad as a door, onto his back and strode up to Dugu Yan.
"Commander Dugu, please don't blame the clerk. If he hadn't covered us from the outside today, I'd have lost my life out there!"
"Exactly!"
A man from the second squad at the Golden Body Mystic Bone Early Stage squeezed forward.
A bloodstained bandage wrapped his left arm, but his face was alight with the excitement of surviving disaster.
"Those two loaches caught me from both sides. I couldn't even pull my blade back! If the clerk hadn't taken them down with one spear thrust apiece, I'd be feeding the fish at the bottom of the sea!"
"Hey, you should've seen him!" Another young body cultivator joined them. "The clerk looks all smooth-skinned and delicate, but he's ruthless when he kills demons! His spear struck like a dragon—one thrust, one kill. Those Divine Water Loaches might as well have been made of paper!"
Everyone talked over one another, adding color to Ji Yuan's feats on the battlefield.
The martial artists of the Martial God Continent had always been straightforward. They remembered a favor, and when they praised someone, they cared nothing for elegant phrasing. They said whatever felt right.
As Dugu Yan listened, she could not help looking Ji Yuan over again. Her gaze lingered for two breaths on his spotless blue robe.
Then it moved to his unruffled face, and she raised an eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have guessed you had some real skill."
Ji Yuan smiled without replying.
What was he supposed to say?
That he was actually a spell cultivator? That his Divine Sense was at