"Cough cough cough~"
The fat man, leaning on his cane, greeted his teammates as they returned.
Seeing Huai Xu asked, "Are you still not better?"
The fat man smiled and said, "The fever has subsided; I'm much better now."
Lu Tongtong said, "The sick beast is dead, everyone will be alright."
The fat man was completely bewildered. "A sick beast?"
Lu Tongtong explained, "The source of this disease was an SS-level alien beast, which has already been killed by the person carrying the Sword Case."
The fat man exclaimed, "Good heavens, an SS-class alien beast! I've never seen one like it in my life!"
A gentle breeze suddenly blew over everyone's heads.
Wen Jing looked up in confusion. "Strange, why is the wind blowing again?"
The fat man's pale face instantly turned rosy.
He waved his cane, and his back and legs no longer ached.
I'm all better.
The others looked at him with suspicion.
To prove himself, the fat man started running around the professional team.
"Look, I can run really fast and jump really high!"
Watching the chubby man jumping around like a rabbit, Lu Tongtong was certain that he was truly cured.
Not only the fat man, but even the soldiers who had been sick before came out of their tents; they had all recovered.
Lu Tongtong sniffed. "It smells so good."
The Light Prayer continuously unleashed their abilities above the position.
He spread his arms out to the ground, and the wind carried Healing Pollen to every corner of the battlefield.
"Done!"
After a moment, the Light Prayer clapped his hands.
All the sick soldiers have now been cured.
Qin Ze glanced at the professional team members from a distance before looking away.
"We should go too."
After retrieving the Five Heavenly Kings, Qin Ze flew at top speed towards the Myriad Races Black Market.
Three days later, when they were still some distance from the Myriad Races Black Market, Qin Ze spotted a mountain tortoise.
He immediately landed on it. "Finally, I've hitched a ride!"
During these three days, Qin Ze didn't encounter either the mountain tortoise or the Abyss Puppet, relying entirely on his two legs.
"Let that bastard Captain come pick us up!"
"He was originally intended to be a means of transportation, but now he's vanished without a trace."
"I strongly suggest removing the Captain's Soul Orb!"
Can I cancel?
"If we just eat the Captain, we should be able to inherit his Soul Orb."
"In that case... I second that!"
"..."
The ordinary clones will not miss any opportunity to "slay" the Soul Orb clones.
The Captain's voice rang out leisurely. "I'm building Abyss base for our Circus."
"You work very hard every day, don't you?"
Qin Ze had the same idea; otherwise, he would have recalled the Captain and the others long ago.
"Speaking of which, the rift between this world and the Abyss has been becoming increasingly solid lately."
"Not only have the number of strange beasts around us increased, but their levels have also begun to rise."
"Fortunately, no S-rank has appeared yet."
Through his own jungle farming and the "tribute" from that world, the Captain has broken through to the peak of level six.
Even so, encountering an S-class monster in the wild is still a risky situation.
The Captain sighed, "I've already had them build Outpost City in the Abyss."
"However, we don't even have a single Advanced Martial Artist right now, so it will be difficult to defend the Outpost City."
Qin Ze thought for a moment and said, "After I get Brother Yuanzi's gift, I'll go visit you."
"If that world is worth investing in, I'll leave behind a Advanced Martial Artist."
The Captain exclaimed with delight, "Then I'll be waiting for your arrival!"
"To be fair, the magic in this world is actually quite something."
Through the Captain's perspective, Qin Ze learned a lot.
However, some things must be experienced in person.
"Be careful, or that old king will get carried away just because he gives you a couple of sweet treats."
The Captain assured him, "Don't worry, I won't drift away."
"I'm off to raid the jungle with the guys, talk to you next time."
The Dharma King said calmly, "If you're not floating yet, you're about to float home."
"By the way, which of us are you planning to send overseas?"
Qin Ze replied, "We'll see."
The mountain tortoise moved forward slowly, and Qin Ze lay on its back with his arms as a pillow, enjoying a rare moment of comfort.
In his spare time, he opened the Myriad Races Forum and first glanced at Daoist Miao, but there were no new messages.
He then checked the forum's "Hot Topics" list, which displays the top ten most discussed topics each day.
[ Myriad Races Black Market ]
[The Demise of the Strength Clan ]
[Wanderer Civilization]
[...]
Qin Ze clicked on the top three topics and glanced at them briefly.
First up is the monthly auction of the Myriad Races Black Market, where everyone has a strong desire to buy the items up for auction.
Secondly, yet another civilization was wiped out by alien beasts, creating a very desolate atmosphere in the comments section.
Finally, regarding the civilization of the wanderer, as more and more civilizations perish, the number of wanderers also increases.
A point that was previously overlooked must now be taken seriously.
Given the current situation, I might end up homeless tomorrow.
Without the World Imprint, life in the Abyss is very difficult.
Qin Ze scrolled down further, and the rest were all topics that had no substance.
What are some old news stories about the Goddess of Life that we have to talk about? Ancient Race rankings, can a sliding tackle kill a monster...?
Until the last topic caught Qin Ze's attention.
[Suspected God of War's Divine Tomb Appears]
However, this post didn't generate much discussion.
The poster was anonymous, and their description sounded quite detailed, but there was no evidence.
Everyone just treated it as a joke.
[ Completely Insane: Should we start selling maps of the God's Tomb next?]
[Twenty years old and still hasn't broken through to Level Nine Martial Artist: I am the reincarnation of the God of War. Give me fifty crystals, and I'll appoint you as a general.]
[ Green Plums and Warmed Wine: If there really were God of War's Divine Tomb, would it be your turn? The Blazing Sun Clan would have already sniffed it out and gone there.]
[ AAA Martial Artifact Purchasing Agent: Selling high-level Martial Artifact, the Vajra Shovel, essential for tomb raiding, home use, and travel. DM me if interested.]
Qin Ze smiled slightly after reading it, then left the forum. It really was a mess, with all sorts of people here.
whoosh--
In the sky, a white streak of light appeared in Qin Ze's field of vision, rushing towards his location.
Qin Ze didn't take it seriously, assuming it was just another freeloader.
Sure enough, the white light landed on the other side of the tortoise's back, revealing a Person in Black Robes.
The large robe covered his entire body completely, obscuring his figure and face, and even concealing his aura.
The Dharma King clicked his tongue in amazement. "How ugly must it be? It wouldn't even dare to be seen by anyone in broad daylight."
Qin Ze smirked. "I suspect you're subtly criticizing me."
The Person in Black Robes sat cross-legged, remaining silent throughout.
Qin Ze also sat up, pretending to be meditating.
Soon, more and more people appeared on the turtle's back; they were all heading to the Myriad Races Black Market.
The mountain tortoise happened to be heading in the direction of the Myriad Races Black Market. It was a free ride, so why not take it?
Fortunately, the mountain tortoise has a large back, so even if ten people stand on it, it doesn't feel crowded.
Everyone occupied a corner, remaining silent, Bobby.
As Qin Ze drew closer to the Myriad Races Black Market, he suddenly realized something: he didn't have an entry token.
The token and the storage ring from before vanished into thin air.
Qin Ze scratched his head. "It seems we can't get in."