I inherited my husband's divine position

Chapter 875 You're in the News Again

If Mi Bayue was the MVP of this battle, then Nightshade Assassin and Nightblade Rider were dark horses who made a name for themselves. The three of them captured the attention of most people in the two factions, but the remaining strong players in the other sectors were not neglected.

These sections feature familiar faces from the first edition of the Battlefield Night Report, as well as new characters appearing in this edition. In addition to highlights of their battles, the Battlefield Night Report has added a new "Strange and Weird" section, which includes some relatively 'interesting' events.

Yang meridian.

"Junior Brother Wu, you've been reported again."

A joke from a fellow student.

Wu Daoming looked helpless, as he had only just received the news.

This time, however, the reason he went to the battlefield to report on his night patrol wasn't because of his strength, but because...

The senior brother asked curiously, "When the battle ended, were you 'destined' to obtain your own magical artifact?"

My senior brother emphasized the pronunciation of the word "fate".

That's right.

The reason Wu Daoming reported this time was that when he and Lu Fu encountered the strange tale Shi Wu, they were clever and lucky enough not to attack Shi Wu, but instead benefited from it, which was recorded.

In this section, there are other people who share the same fate, including those who are equally astute and benefit from it, or those who are overly vigilant and suffer misfortune in return.

Wu Daoming is one of the most amusing characters in this section. Everyone can see his desire for magical artifacts, but he is unfortunately hampered by a lack of time.

However, the article and the shadow stone only showed Wu Daoming chasing after Shi Wu once, but the final result was not seen.

That's why my senior asked that question.

Wu Daoming didn't hide anything, "No."

The senior brother asked in surprise, "Then you'll have to go to the battlefield again?"

Wu Daoming remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

His senior brother originally envied him, for he had made a name for himself on two occasions on the battlefield and had also gained opportunities on each occasion.

Wu Daoming was already exceptionally talented, and after two rounds of battles, his status in the sect rose rapidly. The sect's bigwigs took notice of this talented individual, and resources were significantly allocated to him.

Taking advantage of this trend, Wu Daoming should quietly develop for a few years. He will definitely make a big leap forward in both cultivation and other aspects.

Unfortunately, he still hadn't obtained the magical artifact he so desperately wanted...

The senior brother's envy, mixed with a hint of jealousy, lessened in an instant, and he said sympathetically, "Otherwise, we should try to find a way to get it back from Shi Wu in the Yin Meridian. Right now, the ferry crossings connecting the two meridians are all shrouded in battlefield rules, making it extremely difficult for a single person to cross the battlefield. Even if you succeed, you'll be surrounded by the Yin Meridian again. Considering all this, it's easier to wait until the next time you enter the battlefield and get it back from Shi Wu under the protection of the rules. Or, you could give up that magic weapon."

Judging from Wu Daoming's expression, his senior brother understood that the other party did not intend to give up the magic weapon at present.

Also.

A natal magical artifact that perfectly suits one's own destiny is rare enough, but one crafted according to the rules of high-level supernatural tales might possess even greater uniqueness than a human artifact maker. Judging from the information transmitted to the Yang Meridian, the magical artifacts crafted by Shi Wu have not yet encountered any problems.

The senior brother patted Wu Daoming on the shoulder, offering his blessings and saying that he was a blessed person with good fortune, and that he would surely achieve his wish on the battlefield next time and bring fame to the sect once again.

Lin Lanlan heard the second half of what her senior brother said when she arrived, and watched him turn and leave without saying goodbye.

"Don't listen to him. He has no sincerity at all and no good intentions." Lin Lanlan glanced coldly at her senior brother's back and said to Wu Daoming, "He himself doesn't have the courage to go to the battlefield, but he is jealous of his fellow disciples who come back with the benefits from the battlefield."

Wu Daoming nodded, understanding perfectly, and asked, "What does Senior Sister want to see me about?"

Lin Lanlan hesitated and said, "...Junior brother, you've been to the battlefield twice. Why don't you stay in the sect and rest and cultivate for a while instead? Magical artifacts are important, but nobody knows if the rules of the Noon Time will be invalid after you leave the battlefield. What if you go back to the battlefield and it doesn't give you any magical artifacts? Wouldn't that be a waste of your efforts?"

"Moreover, one of the sect's rewards for returning from the battlefield this time is the ability to select the resources you need. You can apply to your master for a magic weapon."

Wu Daoming said, "Senior sister, I understand what you mean. I am not someone who is greedy for credit."

Lin Lanlan breathed a sigh of relief, but Wu Daoming continued, "I've thought about all the concerns you mentioned, but I still want to take back the magic weapon."

Lin Lanlan said angrily, "Those outside the battlefield only see the glamorous side of the victors in the Night Tour newspaper. You and I are both people who have experienced the battlefield firsthand, and we know how difficult it is to come back alive. We thought we were prepared this time and could win against the Yin Meridian, but the Eternal Dreamland has more tricks up its sleeve than the world imagined. One or two opportunities are already hard to come by, but the third time..."

At this point, a flash of fear crossed Lin Lanlan's eyes. She paused for a moment before continuing, "I'm not scared out of my wits. It's just like Master said, you have to advance when you should and stop when you should. These two battlefield experiences have given me a lot of insights. Rather than going back to the battlefield in a short time, it's better to absorb the inspiration first. The gains will be greater than continuous death battles."

Wu Daoming smiled and said, "What Senior Sister said is exactly what I wanted to say. I originally planned to persuade Senior Sister not to go into the battlefield anymore."

Lin Lanlan understood the other meaning in his words and said helplessly, "You advised me not to go into the battlefield again next time, but you still want to go, right?"

Wu Daoming said, "In this battle against the Book of Justice, Senior Sister broke through in the face of danger. What she needs to do next is to consolidate her absorption so that her cultivation can greatly improve."

His words once again stirred up the biggest crisis Lin Lanlan had encountered on this battlefield, and her face twitched involuntarily, her eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and fear.

Nobody expected this... no, I shouldn't say that. Actually, once you're on the battlefield, you could encounter anyone.

For half the time on the battlefield, their experience was relatively smooth, until they encountered the madman, the Book of Justice.

I had heard how crazy the Book of Justice was, but before I actually fought him, all the rumors seemed exaggerated.

Although no one died in the battle, Lin Lanlan had a close call with death, which left a deep impression on her.

Lin Lanlan thought to herself that she must fight the Book of Justice again in the future, otherwise it would become her inner demon.

"I understand, your mind is made up, and I can't persuade you otherwise," Lin Lanlan sighed.

Her experiences on both battlefields helped her grow, not only in terms of combat experience and skill, but also in terms of character.

In the past, Lin Lanlan might have been angry that Wu Daoming didn't listen to her. "Actually, I came here specifically to tell you something else, which is related to your upcoming trip to the battlefield."

Listen attentively to the martial arts.

Lin Lanlan said, "It's Huang Tian. Because of the battlefield night patrol report, Elder Huang of Xunxiangju knew that she was traveling with us. Now that we have returned safely, she has been captured by the Yin Meridian, and Elder Huang is using this as an excuse to cause trouble for the sect. Although Master has rejected it, Elder Huang is still angry with us. During this period, we have to be careful of the disciples of the South Pavilion of Xunxiangju when we go to the Holy Land, including when you go to the battlefield later."

She became unhappy when this was mentioned, and said sarcastically, "Back then, when Master Zhuxin betrayed Xunxiangju and went to Fangcaoge, Elder Huang was so petty that he made trouble for him in every way. I originally thought that Master Zhuxin was at fault first, so it was normal for Elder Huang to act like this. Now Huang Tian's situation has nothing to do with us, but he is so petty and narrow-minded. It's disgusting."

Wu Daoming didn't have any particular thoughts on this, only promising to be careful of the people from Xunxiangju. On the contrary, he was more concerned about the other force mentioned in the topic, "I heard that Fangcaoge was wiped out... Senior Sister, do you have any news?"

Lin Lanlan was silent for a few seconds, feeling a pang of sadness at the sudden disappearance of such a powerful force as Fangcao Pavilion. She whispered, "I don't know why. They said the King himself would be there, so even though Huang Tian was clearly closer to Lu Fu, Elder Huang couldn't cause trouble for Fangcao Pavilion."

Let's leave this topic at that; it involves the throne, and they can't discuss it in depth at this level.

A few days later, Lin Lanlan was about to go into seclusion and say goodbye to Wu Daoming when she unexpectedly received a message.

The throne decreed that the battlefield crossings would be under control and no one could approach them without permission.

This order might not seem unusual to the average person, because most people would think that even without regulation, no one would be so idle as to go to the battlefield to suffer.

However, in reality, there are quite a few people like this.

These people even gradually formed a circle, secretly acquiring an unwritten title: 'scavengers'.

Some scavengers are skilled and daring lone wolves, some are weak and have a gambler's mentality of risking their lives, and others are teams with a clear plan.

They weren't doing this to suffer, of course; they were doing it to scavenge resources on the battlefield!

After the formal battle between the two factions ends, the battlefield rules will still apply, but large-scale battles will not occur for quite some time. In the sparsely populated area, individual spirit masters who enter will generally not encounter opponents unless they are extremely lucky. As long as they can withstand the power of the rules that ignite their fighting spirit, they can leave when the time for the gong to sound is reached.

It should be noted that after the great battle between the two factions, even after wiping out the captured soldiers, there were still many spirit masters who died on the spot.

In the heat of battle, no moment of distraction is allowed, and the burning desire to fight makes it difficult for most people to collect the enemy's remains after killing them.

Those who can enter the battlefield are mostly elites from various forces, and they all carry good items, especially for many spiritual masters from poor backgrounds.

If you're lucky enough to find something left behind by a high-ranking Celestial Venerable, you'll soar to the heavens!
There are such examples in the scavenger community, and this particular case was double-crossed on the very day it was exposed.

In fact, the major powers were not unaware of the existence of these scavengers, but they were simply too lazy to bother with these little rats, lest they be accused of being petty and stingy.

Now that the Yangmai Throne has spoken, all the forces located near the battlefield crossing can no longer turn a blind eye to the scavengers. They have swiftly taken control of the area around the crossing, and there are many explanations for this. One of them is directed at the scavengers, claiming that all those who enter the battlefield are heroes of the same lineage, and that they should not be allowed to be defiled after their deaths.

Simply picking up the remains of the dead is not considered defiling, but some scavengers do not even spare the limbs of spiritual masters, using them for experiments or for sale.

Especially the more complete and higher-ranking the spirit master's corpse, the more likely one is to obtain their inspiration or magic from their lifetime. Of course, the methods used to obtain these are extremely cruel, and it would be no exaggeration to say that they defile the dead.

As soon as the Yang meridian made a move to control the ferry crossing, the Yin meridian received the news.

Su Yaoguang clearly had no intention of hiding it, using this action to imply a temporary truce between the two factions.

Shang Zhongsheng smiled and said, "It's unreasonable for her Yang Meridian to fight and rest whenever she wants. Why not take advantage of the moment when her Yang Meridian is suffering from the hidden calamity of the demons and launch a surprise attack to severely injure them?"

I don't know if he was joking or serious when he said that.

Mi Feixue didn't even bother to guess, and simply said, "Go."

Shang Zhongsheng said, "That won't work."

Mi Feixue gave him a cold, sidelong glance.

Meng Tingchun, standing to the side, remained silent, thinking to herself that her master's skin seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

Afterwards, Fan Changtian convened another meeting of the nine major powers. Shang Zhongsheng, who should have been the nominal highest decision-maker, became an observer and let the nine major powers vote to decide on the option of a temporary truce.