Chapter 41 ​Back in her private quarters, Shen Lang stared at the two jade vials in her palm, her mind a turbulent sea of memory.​The vials felt heavy, but her heart felt heavier with the weight of the past. She remembered a time when she was nothing more than a timid little girl with braided hair, a child who shrunk away from the world and hid behind her parents' shadow.​Until the day she visited the Mo household.​A boy had stood before her, bright-eyed and bold. "What's your name?" he had asked.​Terrified, she had retreated. But sensing her fear, the young Mo Fan had held out a piece of fruit. "This is an apple. I’ll give it to you if you’ll just say one word to me."​Shen Lang didn't even like apples. Yet, looking at the boy’s earnest face and his clumsy attempt to please her, she had taken a bite without hesitation.​In her memory, that apple was the most delicious thing she had eve

Chapter 43 ​The Purple-Gold Holy Lotus is a treasure of legend.​Unlike most resources that simply pump a warrior full of raw strength, the Holy Lotus works on a genetic level. It refines the very fibers of the musculature and bone, harmonizing the physical vessel with the soul. It is a catalyst for transcendence.​Mo Fan recalled a story from Ye Yu about a lucky explorer in the Yishuang Base who auctioned a single seed. The ensuing bidding war between the great families reached a price so astronomical it bordered on the absurd.​With that value in mind, Mo Fan prepared to harvest it. But he didn't rush. Where there is a masterpiece of nature, there is almost always a masterpiece of a predator guarding it.​As Mo Fan feigned a careless approach to the pond's edge, the glass-like surface suddenly fractured. A streak of gold, no thicker than a silken thread, shot from the depths straight for his throat.​It was blindingly fast&md

Chapter 45 ​Within the tablet's world, there was only a boundless, silver expanse.​Every inch of space was saturated with lethal blade-energy that howled like a gale, weaving a chaotic tapestry of destruction. The secrets of the Dao poured into Mo Fan’s consciousness like the Milky Way descending to earth. He dove headlong into the torrent, greedily devouring the essence of the Saber.​As time slipped away in the valley, a transformation took hold of his physical form. Though he remained motionless, rhythmic hums began to emanate from his chest—the sound of a peerless blade being drawn, inch by agonizing inch.​Finally, the "blade" was unsheathed.​A wild, domineering force erupted within Mo Fan, a fierce intent capable of rending the heavens. It surged through his limbs like a tidal wave, causing his bones to crackle and pop. Within his 365 major acupoints, microscopic vortices of wind and steel began to form.​Th

Chapter 47 ​For several days, the team followed Wu Zhaojin’s lead.​They pushed nearly a hundred thousand miles into the rift, painstakingly documenting the terrain and the nesting habits of the inhabitants. This place was a primal cradle of slaughter; Tier-4 beasts were as common as grass, and they had sensed at least a dozen auras that mirrored or surpassed the terrifying Flaming White Ape from the Shuli siege.​By sticking to the shadows and avoiding those sovereign auras, they had remained undetected.​Finally, they reached a massive, primordial jungle—the final sector of their mission. With the exit in sight, a slight sense of relief began to circulate among the Grandmasters.​Then, Mo Fan’s expression snapped toward the horizon.​Moments later, the rest of the team felt it too: a seismic disturbance that made the very atmosphere vibrate. Deep in the distance, a battle of mythic proportions was tearing th

Chapter 49 ​In the central thoroughfare of the Shuli Base, a group of warriors from Yishuang sauntered down the street. Fresh from their "victory" in the rift, they were riding a wave of arrogance, looking for a high-end establishment to drink away the dust of battle.​Suddenly, a young Grandmaster named Xie Yu froze. His eyes lit up with predatory interest.​Approaching from the base gates was a young woman. She looked weary, her gear dusted from days in the wilderness, but her ethereal beauty was undeniable. She possessed a cold, jade-like temperament and a grace that seemed out of place in such a rugged outpost. She looked less like a warrior and more like a fairy stepped out of a classical painting.​Xie Yu, who considered himself a connoisseur of beauty in the capital, was instantly captivated. "To think such a creature could be bred in these backwaters," he murmured.​He stepped forward, blocking her path. "Little girl, what is