Chapter 645 - 295: Divine Monarch Inheritance, Unexpected Gains (2)

He didn’t need this piece of Fusang Wood to comprehend anything, nor could it be made into weapons or armor.

Mao Mao’s cultivation of the Licking Dog Devouring Sun Technique only required the true sun, absorbing sun essence for refinement.

The stronger the sun, the better the effect.

For it, Fusang Wood was entirely meaningless.

This was somewhat awkward.

Lu Wenwu didn’t feel any resentment.

He had been lucky with loot boxes so many times, an occasional miss could be accepted, it’s no big deal.

Resources are fine as long as they’re enough; having too much would be pointless.

For example, in the previous battle against the True Demon Mother Insect, the low-grade spiritual veins were almost completely burnt up, leaving only about a hundred pitifully.

But so what?

Within the Dragon Mansion, even the outer Dragon Palace City’s spiritual qi concentration was off the charts, not to mention the completely undamaged inner core.

Being able to protect the Old Dragon Emperor’s homeland and still leave so many spirit veins made Lu Wenwu very happy.

Initially, he thought they would all be burned up.

After storing away the Fusang Wood, Lu Wenwu rarely opened his personal panel to do a round of checking for any gaps.

[ID]: Invincible Tyrannosaurus War God

[Level]: Level 61 (S-)

[Supporting Profession]: Spirit Chef

[Body]: 9999

[Blood Volume]: 1999 8000

[Talent]: Blood and Flesh Regeneration, Evil Slayer, Eye of True Sight, True Men Do Not Die from Being Naked

[Cultivation Technique]: Influence Body Refining Skill

[Divine Techniques]: Devouring Heaven and Earth, Space Travel

[Physique]: Divine Body, Purgatory Dragon Body

[Skills]: Egg Pancake Cooking [All Laws Connect to God], Great Sun Tyrant Fist [All Laws Connect to God], Celestial Fire Thunder Burst [Peak of Perfection], Lethal Strike [Peak of Perfection], Fleeting Shadow [First Generation Grandmaster], Space Flashes [First Generation Grandmaster], Military Martial Arts [Peak of Perfection], Firearms Mastery [Skillful], Demon God Battle Lance

[Equipment]: Crimson Abyss [Pseudo-Myth], Demon King’s Fury [Pseudo-Myth], Glory Battle Pattern [Legend], Life and Death Talisman [Legend]

[Free Attribute Points]: 0

[Spirit Coins]: 135 0811

Eh?

Lethal Strike broke through to Peak of Perfection?

Space Flashes also broke through to First Generation Grandmaster?

When did this happen?

Lu Wenwu scratched his head, tracing back the system panel’s text prompts.

He had to scroll back a long way to figure out what was going on.

Space Flashes had already had a breakthrough when he successfully constructed an ultra-long space channel during his exploration of the Cyan Profound Sword Sect Little World, he just hadn’t noticed.

Lethal Strike made its breakthrough during his life-and-death battle with the True Demon Mother Insect as he transformed into the Angry Dragon Dharma Aspect.

Again, there was just too much information at that time to process, and he didn’t have the energy to check everything in detail.

A quick glance, then left it at that, leading to it being forgotten.

But fortunately, it didn’t impact anything.

After all, he had become stronger.

His blood bar received a massive boost, transforming into the True Dragon Battle Body made the blood volume increase insanely.

Nearly two million in blood volume!

Among many players on Blue Star, this was absolutely unmatched, Lu Wenwu had this confidence.

Didn’t you see that Dragon Knight, as a Pseudo-Ascension Tier One, only had six million eight hundred thousand in blood volume?

While this might relate to not having a mount, even counting the Seat Dragon’s boost, it’s impossible to surpass Lu Wenwu.

Now, he is truly a super blood tank!

And a super self-recovering one at that!

Lu Wenwu took out his cooking tools from his personal backpack and started a fire to make some food right there in the settlement room.

After finishing the egg pancake, resting well, he recovered to peak condition.

By that time, Mao Mao should have also completed the cultivation and mastery of the new technique.

By then, it will be the death day of those audacious ruffians who dare to overturn my stall!

...

Outside the Death Arena in the Imperial Capital Safety Zone.

Master Lan, dressed in a well-tailored small suit and holding a gentleman’s cane, a signature old London Union Jack accessory, walked out from the freshly torn rift.

Behind the rift, Yin Wind howled and ghosts wailed, countless Abyssal Demon Qi surged with heat, instantly showing intent to melt and scorch the asphalt laid on the ground.

"Humph!"

Master Lan snorted displeasedly, thrusting his cane backward, the eerie howling immediately transformed into a shriek.

Accompanied by the sound of some massive object collapsing, the ghostly wails abruptly ceased.

The cane waved again, the space rift suddenly closed, and the overwhelming Demon Qi vanished without a trace.

The waiting Confucian Scholar approached urgently: "Master Lan, what brings you?"

"Went to see those Salvation Army bastards, only to find they ran off quickly; when I arrived, it was nearly empty. I just butchered a few old Ascension souls, bad luck!"

"Damn it, that Demon Monk is born from a rat, abandoning the secret realm he managed all these years."

Master Lan dusted his suit’s ashes and wrinkles, grumbling somewhat unhappily.

"I chased after the space ripples they left all the way to the Endless Abyss, but was stopped by the lower Abyssal Dominators. Tsk... couldn’t break through, been sleeping too comfortably lately, my claws are a bit sluggish."

The Confucian Scholar broke into a sweat: "Did you... did you cause a conflict with the Endless Abyss? What’s the situation now? Should we withdraw our people?"

"No, just exchanged a few moves casually, slaughtered a few upper Abyss Demon Kings, not a big deal."

Master Lan waved his hand nonchalantly, seeming utterly indifferent.

"Didn’t I have a grudge with some Abyssal Dominators below? They instigated a few foolish Demon Kings to attack me. They caught me at the wrong time and I killed them all in one go."

The Confucian Scholar was sweating profusely: "A life-and-death battle!? Are you... you’re not injured, are you!? And killing a few upper Abyssal Dominators... is this... is this really okay?"

Abyssal Dominators, true Ascension powerhouses!

Even the weakest upper Abyssal Dominators are Ascension!

Truly Ascension!

Absolutely incomparable to the "Land Immortal" pseudo-Ascension beings on Blue Star who haven’t undergone transformation.

"What a joke, would I get injured? It’s always me beating others!"

Master Lan glanced at him, casually took a biscuit from his bag, and crunched on it.

"As long as you’re strong enough, you won’t cause diplomatic issues. I thought you should have understood this decades ago, makes me wonder if you’ve fried your brains playing politics all these years."

"Master Lan’s lesson!" The Confucian Scholar chuckled awkwardly, "So what about the Salvation Army, should we..."

He gestured a slicing motion at his neck, simulating a brutal grip.

When the Salvation Army was hiding on Blue Star, due to avoiding destruction, the Divine Continent couldn’t make a move.

But when they voluntarily packed up and fled to hide in the Endless Abyss, it became much easier.

After all, destroying one’s own property is a loss, wrecking someone else’s land doesn’t hurt.

Negotiating from a national level with some friendly and neutral Abyssal Dominators, sending Transcendents to hunt them isn’t difficult; the Endless Abyss itself encourages Transcendents to enter.

As long as you can withstand Demon Qi corrosion and counter-hunting by Abyssal creatures.

This time, Master Lan seriously pondered for a while.

After some consideration, he finally spoke: "No need, the rewards don’t outweigh the costs, maintaining the status quo is fine. Players’ rest periods are precious, don’t occupy them if unnecessary, cultivation time is hard to compensate even with ample Spirit Coins, time is priceless."

"Besides..."

At this point, Master Lan paused, glancing at the eerily silent Death Arena, his lips involuntarily curling slightly.

"Xiaowuzi should prefer to personally crush their skulls, right? After all, these people tried to overturn his egg pancake stall; that’s his reverse scale."

Confucian Scholar: "..."

This is hard to evaluate.

He had heard some people’s reverse scale being family, some being partners and friends, some being lovers, and some being an item.

Like Keanu Reeves’ dog, Jason Statham’s package, Liam Neeson’s daughter, the Sea God’s scabbard, and so on.

But an egg pancake stall is truly...

A bit hard to maintain composure.

Master Lan munched down his food in a few bites, tore open another space rift, waved his hand: "Alright, nothing’s up, I’m going back to bed, see ya."

"And Brother Wu?" The Confucian Scholar quickly pursued.

"Don’t worry about him, that kid is tough."

Master Lan shrugged his shoulders and vanished into the space rift.

Leaving the puzzled Confucian Scholar in a daze.