However, through what the village chief said, he now has a rough understanding of the upgrading system here.
He sat with his back to him on the chair and pulled out a magazine from underneath.
Everything in the Path Profound Holy Kingdom seems to have a trajectory, yet also seems to be elusive.
It forces you to fight but helps you skip the training time, like body tempering, as if forcing them to become stronger faster.
If Asher Evans continues to strengthen his sense of smell to find something more intimidating to beasts, then his direction is definitely a terrifying path.
Imagine, in a powerful herd of beasts, only he remains unafflicted; who could possibly resist?
If he hadn’t met Ethan Smith, with the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil seeing everything he had, he really could have been invincible.
"Village Chief, you still haven’t told me how to improve!"
Ethan Smith snapped back to reality and hurriedly asked.
The lecherous village chief at this moment returned to his indifferent state, ignoring Ethan Smith no matter how much he yelled.
"Again with this?"
Ethan Smith cursed aloud, while the village chief lecherously looked around.
His neck suddenly stretched like a snake, swiftly moving to another house, which, unexpectedly, was an outhouse.
A woman with an exaggeratedly large rear was straining hard, as if constipated.
...
Ethan Smith facepalmed, realizing the village chief’s aesthetics were indeed somewhat absurd, even deformed.
It seems the village chief just pointed out the key to his improvement, and after rewarding him, he immediately returned to his previous state.
Ethan Smith carefully contemplated what the village chief said; the key to his improvement now is only one thing.
The first and second this is excluded, and the fourth is too difficult; he used the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil and couldn’t detect a single rule.
So now, the only thing is the enhancement of this Blood Inheritance, the Nine Heavens Condensing Pupil.
He currently has an idea but needs to verify it.
...
"The appointed time has arrived, yet Asher Evans hasn’t returned. It seems something happened."
An old woman slightly wrinkled her brow as she stood in the pitch-black forest, her skin having a layer of eerie luster.
It seemed like the reflective light of metal; she held a peach blossom branch between her two fingers.
She walked past a dying wild wolf, casually snapping its neck with a flick.
"Still trying to escape?"
Her body shifted, catching up to the person trying to flee, and with a single stroke, pierced his head.
"Quenby Jenkins! We are all humans, and our sect siblings saved you. Why treat us this way?"
A woman in green gauze shouted angrily.
"I remember your name is Renee Will, a cultivator of Divine Will Sect for quite a few years. How can you say such laughable things?"
Quenby Jenkins walked forward smiling, executing the dying beasts on the ground.
The seven outsiders surrounding her glared with anger; these dying beasts on the ground were caused by their efforts, yet they weren’t even given the last hit.
If they did so, they would be immediately killed and completely dissipate in this God’s Country.
"Fortunately, Qizun spent a great deal to leave two seeds of the Divine Soul, otherwise facing that ghost the first time, I would have perished completely."
Thinking of that gruesome ghost still makes Quenby Jenkins shiver all over.
Killing the ghost had given Quenby Jenkins a head start.
She didn’t waste Qizun’s seed and quickly expanded her power using this advantage.
She controlled people to clear the area’s view; all outsiders, be they humans or other races, became her pawns, and she only had to sit back and enjoy.
"If we continue to be enslaved by her, we’re bound to die. It would be better to take her on in a fight!"
Another disciple from Mysterious Sword Sect roared in fury, charging toward Quenby Jenkins recklessly.
"Junior Sister! Junior Brothers! Run!"
As the Senior Brother of the Mysterious Sword Sect, he chose to risk his life to buy a chance of survival for his Junior Brothers and Sisters.
West Hill and another person ran off without hesitation in different directions.
A sharp whistling sound suddenly echoed, as the peach blossom branch in Quenby Jenkins’ hand became a whip.
The disciple’s throat bone made a crisp sound, and then his head drooped powerlessly.
She then snapped two finger-thick branches from the peach blossom branch, twisting her body to use her arm’s strength to throw those branch segments.
The thumb-sized tree branches shot out like arrows, and the remaining five outsiders were terrified as these tree branches emitted a soft booming sound. The sound was impossible without reaching a certain strength.
This power, which should have belonged to them, was instead stolen by Quenby Jenkins.
The head of a Divine Will Sect disciple, over thirty meters away, was pierced directly, but West Hill paused, seemingly unharmed.
"Never mind, she’s doomed anyway, since that’s Bear Tribe territory, and the Black Bear King isn’t guaranteed victory yet."
Quenby Jenkins shook her head, not paying attention to the limping West Hill.
She had more important matters to attend to, as she looked at those present with a cold smile.
"Does anyone else want to resist? In this Holy Kingdom, clustering is inevitable. My power also came at the cost of my life. Here, I’ve left you seeds of hope—kill five, leave one. Perhaps you’ll discover the Heart of the Holy Kingdom in these demonic beasts, and then it might be possible to overthrow me."
Quenby Jenkins sneered at the five remaining people.
"If you want to die, I won’t mind sending you on your way now. Otherwise, there are countless outsiders here. If you don’t want to die, keep moving forward. Remember, the limit is 200 meters from me. If you exceed this distance on your own, you’ll die!"
The surrounding people shuddered, exchanged bitter glances, then silently continued to clear the way.
"Quenby Jenkins, you truly are a genius. No wonder Qizun values you so much, even granting you two seeds,"
Falken Carney, the Supreme Elder of the Carney family, nodded his head. Quenby Jenkins’ approaches were indeed remarkable.
She did not drain everything dry but left these people with seeds of hope, and in just six days had gained such overwhelming strength.
"Same to you, chosen by Qizun as well, you must have been granted seeds too. I just don’t understand what you’re waiting for?"
Quenby Jenkins glared at Knox Carney, her eyes showing a trace of murderous intent.
"Quenby Jenkins, mind your own business. What Qizun can give, he can take any time. As for what I’m waiting for, that’s not something you should ask."
The Carney family’s Supreme Elder spoke calmly, showing no fear of the old woman before him.
"Naturally, yet Elder Falken’s precautions against me are truly disheartening."
Quenby Jenkins smiled peacefully, as if chatting with an old friend.
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