2026-01-05 23:15:34Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
"Argh..."
In Fire Wolf Valley, Mu Qiu's fist crashed onto the head of a fire wolf.
With just one punch, the massive one-foot tall fire wolf was flung three or four zhang away, and then it expired.
"Phew, these fire wolves are really tough!"
Taking a long breath, Mu Qiu wiped the sweat from his face and glanced at the bodies of the other fire wolves around him, muttering to himself.
He had been in Fire Wolf Valley for only a day and had already encountered five packs of fire wolves.
Each pack contained at least six or seven wolves.
However, it was a good thing that no high-ranking fire wolves had appeared yet.
Most of these fire wolves were at the first order of low or mid-rank, with only two at mid-rank.
With the ancient god-like power comparable to the seventh level of martial arts and his strong physical body, he could easily deal with them.
Monsters, like monks, can grow stronger with cultivation.
Known levels are divided into nine orders, each of which is divided into low, middle, and high ranks.
A first-level low-grade monster corresponds to the first to third levels of martial arts.
Intermediate-grade monsters, on the other hand, relate to the fourth to sixth tiers.
"If we venture deeper, we might encounter higher-level wolf packs," Mu Qiu looked up at the sky as night began to fall, and murmured to himself: "Even if my physical body is robust and imbued with the strength of an ancient god, I am afraid it may not be easy to manage."
As nightfall approached, it wasn't a time to act overly conspicuous.
Mu Qiu found a relatively safe spot, preparing to rest for the night.
Seated cross-legged, he made a careful inventory, a slight smile playing on his lips.
Today's gains were quite satisfactory.
The total number of Fire Wolf cores he had hunted was thirty-two.
Among them, two were intermediate-grade, and thirty were low-grade.
One low-grade core could be exchanged for ten contribution points, while an intermediate-grade core was worth fifty.
In total, he had earned four hundred contribution points in one day.
Four hundred contribution points were enough for him to exchange for some foundation-building medicinal herbs and crystals.
Carefully storing the cores close to his body, he let out an unexplainable sigh.
These cores might look plenty, but for him at this point, they were far from sufficient!
Cultivating as an ancient god was like rowing upstream, the energy required was beyond imagination.
With such thoughts in mind, Mu Qiu decided to delve deeper into FireWolf Valley tomorrow.
If there were danger, he could always flee.
Having made his decision, Mu Qiu entered the Inheritance Space with a move of his mind.
However, without the support of the vitality pill, he did not dare to traverse the Inheritance Steps.
Doing so would only invite boredom.
Not only would he fail to climb up, but it would also drain his vitality.
He needs to head deeper into the FireWolf valley tomorrow.
Naturally, he would need to rejuvenate and gather his energy for the night.
...
Meanwhile, as Mu Qiu pondered on the nine-day inner-sect test and the life-and-death stage in the Inheritance Space.
Deep in the FireWolf Valley, several silhouettes were sprinting at high speeds.
At the forefront, there was a girl.
Her purple dress was already in tatters, revealing her skin as white as jade.
But there were wounds on her skin, and blood was flowing.
However, the girl's body was curvaceous and attractive.
Sparkling eyes and pearly whites, eyebrows as willowy as a stream, and cheeks blushing like apricots.
A beautifully straight and slender nose, untouched cherry red lips, truly embodying the divine beauty and grace of a maiden.
However, her cloud-like hair is in knots, and a trace of blood lingers at the corner of her lips, causing her to appear somewhat unkempt.
Behind the maiden in the purple dress, there are three young men, donned in crimson robes.
The one leading the trio, broad and imposing, is chasing with laughter, shouting at the girl in the purple dress in front of him, "Beautiful lady, you've been poisoned by our blood toxin, try as you might, there's no escaping us. Hand over the Mysterious Fire Lotus obediently, and maybe lie down and entertain us for a bit, I might even consider leaving your corpse intact."
The maiden in the purple dress stumbles, her face paler than before.
Clearly, she is terrified, tears even streaking down her face.
However, she doesn't utter a word, biting her lip tightly, continuing to escape with all she has.
Nevertheless, the Valley of Fire Wolves, where she is at the moment, is far from her sect.
With her current severe injuries, how is she to escape from the clutches of the three behind her?
The more the maiden thinks, the more terrified she becomes, to the point her internal blood toxin can no longer be suppressed, it begins to corrode her inner energy, causing her escape speed to slow to a crawl.
"Haha... go on, keep running!"
The three crimson-robed young men continue to draw closer to the maiden in the purple dress, until the moment they are almost close enough, they all abruptly makeup their move.
Swish, swish, swish...
More than a dozen blood blades swiftly form, converging menacingly towards the maiden in the purple dress.
The girl dressed in purple couldn't dodge in time and had no choice but to parry with the Purple Cloud Sword in her hand.
However, her strength was just not enough. She managed to block some of the attack, but several of the blood blades slashed through her.
"Swish..."
Cloths of her purple dress were again torn to shreds.
Under heavy injuries and an embittered heart, she coughed out another mouthful of fresh blood and fell to the ground.
In no time, three youngsters dressed in blood-red garments rapidly surrounded her with their faces revealing mocking smiles.
"Hehe, the prided lady of Hengshan Sect?" The burly youth lowered his body and laughed out loud," Run, keep on running!"
"Despicable!"
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