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Chapter 141 Descending into the Mysterious World
next second.

Three deep blue cards bounced back from the gap at the same time, which startled Wang Xi.

Caius seemed to be telling him:
You can't even see a little bit, kid.

"Star rating does not meet requirements"

The issue with the information feed isn't about quality or category... it's about insufficient star rating.

Wang Xi frowned slightly, holding the three wild cards, and carefully considered Caius's feedback.

He then realized what was happening.

My thinking wasn't wrong; three Dark Blue cards could indeed be combined to create a higher-quality card, but the requirements were raised accordingly—

The three cards to be combined need to be upgraded to the maximum star level, which is "Premium".

Therefore, beyond Deep Blue, there is indeed an unseen threshold that will lead to a qualitative change.

Wang Xi couldn't help but ponder.

After a while.

He turned his attention back to his deck.

Of the four foundational skill cards, three have already been fully upgraded, while the remaining "Winter Meditation Method" is being diligently practiced by the fairy tale world projection "Gai Farrell," which has a tenfold speedup, so there's no need to worry about it.

In addition, the "King of Winter," a comprehensive ice magic card, can also benefit from the accelerated training bonus of this projection.

'Next, we just need to focus our resources on upgrading "Lord of Scorched Earth" and "Self-Immolation"...'

Wang Xi thought.

'If I upgrade all three of these deep blue cards to the maximum level as soon as possible and combine them into a higher-quality card, my strength will surely undergo a qualitative change!'

With that in mind, he didn't hesitate to use his experience points to upgrade the two cards.

"500 experience points consumed (1120 remaining)"

"The card has been upgraded!"

"Lord of Scorched Earth (Skill Card/Deep Blue 2-Star): 0/600"

"500 experience points consumed (620 remaining)"

"The card has been upgraded!"

"Self-Immolation (Skill Card/Deep Blue 2-Star): 0/600"

Having spent a full thousand experience points to upgrade each of the two cards by one star, Wang Xi reactivated them.

Even with "self-immolation," which he had never actually used, he could clearly feel that the intense power had been amplified.

The increase is neither too much nor too little, still around 15%.

Wang Xi glanced at himself and found that his stats hadn't changed; he was still a five-star hero... But he had a strong feeling that he was just one step away from achieving his goal.

If one's own strength is further improved, one can obtain a five-star legendary rating.

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Bear.

Wang Xi sat upright on the sofa, his magic power fluctuating slightly, and a ball of floating flame the size of a baby's fist ignited in his palm.

The color of this fire is a bit strange.

It is not the typical bright orange of an open flame, but rather a darker, deeper shade, a brownish-red hue.

It exudes an indescribable sense of decay.

This stems from the inherent characteristic of the "Lord of Scorched Earth," namely "Incineration Returns to the Flow," one of the three abilities.

As the scorching fire burns the target, it also devours the energy and life force within the target, nourishing Wang Xi himself.

A real vampire.

There's no need to worry about being worn down by sheer numbers... As long as the scorching fire keeps burning, Wang Xi can sustain his energy by draining his opponent's "blood".

"Wang! Wang!"

Just then, a sharp bark rang out.

Wang Xi rolled his eyes and said helplessly, "Don't bark like a dog, Liuli."

"Master! How scary!"

The calico cat sat on the ground, its two chubby paws curled up, covering its little mouth. Its watery heterochromatic eyes were fixed on the fire in Wang Xi's hand, glistening with tears.

"That thing, Liuli feels it's so dangerous, like it's about to be eaten..."

In the past few days, when Wang Xi was tired from practicing, he would watch TV with Liuli. In some programs, there was always a scene of dogs barking before danger occurred, and somehow Liuli picked it up.

"Don't be afraid, it's a friend."

Wang Xi smiled and gently tossed the flame in his hand. The flame transformed into a brownish-red butterfly in mid-air and flew to Sanhua's side.

At first, Liuli was afraid and tried to avoid it, but in the end, she couldn't resist her curiosity and reached out to touch it.

The scorched butterfly gently landed on its claws.

"It's really okay! That's amazing!"

Liuli exclaimed in surprise and started playing with the butterfly.

Wang Xi watched this scene with a smile.

The ability to change the shape of flames stems from the mastery of fire elements contained in one of the three abilities, "Blazing Wing Dance".

This ability is primarily offensive, but it can also summon fire elemental spirits for protection, which take the form of illusory wings and provide multiple leaps, slow descents, gliding, and other abilities.

At the same time, the fire enchantment and high-speed cutting that originally belonged to "Wheel of Fortune" were also retained.

As for the final ability, "Scorched Earth Garden," it is somewhat similar to a "Domain."

By absorbing temporary energy, he conjured a scorched garden. Within it, Wang Xi could quickly recover his own strength and continuously burn his enemies.

Extremely powerful.

In Wang Xi's view, both "Lord of Scorched Earth" and "King of Winter" have effects and potential that surpass those of ordinary deep blue cards.

No other reason.

These are the result of multiple synthesiss, encompassing a dozen or twenty cards, making them incredibly robust.

It's simply incomparable to the original card of the same quality.

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That night.

Wang Xi and Liu Li had just finished dinner.

"Anchoring the World: Mysterious"

"Current progress: 100% (Capture complete)" "Descend?"

Information suddenly flooded my mind.

"Huh?" Wang Xi was taken aback.

He put down the glass and let it play by itself, while he went to the bathroom to wash his face.

He took a moment to think it over.

'Wait a minute.'

Wang Xi dried her face, returned to the living room, sat on the sofa, and focused her attention on the gaps in her mind.

In the process of anchoring in the mysterious world, Caius established contact with the eldest daughter of the Shen family there, using portrait paintings as a medium for cross-border communication.

Wang Xi planned to have one more conversation with him before he arrived to see how things went.

He focused his mind and pierced through the gray fog—

But as the gray fog dissipated in all directions, Wang Xi couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. Why was it pitch black?
He tried calling out:
"Miss Shen."

"ah!"

A clear, surprised cry suddenly came from the other side.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crackling sounds emerged—the rustling of fabric rubbing together, the creaking of a wooden stool being kicked away, and the slamming of a door closing all mixed together.

As the latch clicked shut, it was as if the chaos had been abruptly cut off, and everything returned to silence.

The previously dark world was then slowly unfolded.

What came into view was a fair and delicate face. In the dim, yellowish light of the desk lamp, one could vaguely see that Shen Miaowei seemed to have just finished washing up and was getting ready for bed. Her hair was loose, giving her a languid air.

Her expression contained tension, anticipation, and a hint of excitement, and her cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Immortal? Is that you?"

"Ah."

"Great, I can finally hear your voice again..."

Shen Miaowei gently unfolded the painting on the bed, clenching her small hands with joy, her palms slightly sweaty with excitement.

For the past month and a half, she would often secretly open the scroll and call out to the immortal when no one was around, but the other party never responded.

At first, she comforted herself, thinking that perhaps the immortal was in seclusion and had not yet noticed. But as time went by, Shen Miaowei's heart sank and she became more and more worried.

Could it be that the immortal has fallen asleep again and won't wake up for hundreds of years? But she's just a mortal woman; how could she possibly have such a long lifespan to wait...?

Good thing!

The immortal finally summoned her tonight!

After a brief chat, Wang Xi learned from Shen Miaowei that she hadn't slacked off at all in the past month and a half, and had been diligently practicing "Nine Rhymes of Pear Garden Opera" every day.

To Wang Xi's astonishment, Shen Miaowei not only mastered the art without a teacher, but also made rapid progress with just a single cultivation method, directly cultivating the fourth of the Nine Palaces and unlocking the potential of her limbs... which, when converted into a cultivation card, is equivalent to a two-star progress.

Wang Xi took a closer look.

"Shen Miaowei (Friendly/One Star)"

In just one and a half months, the young lady, who was originally powerless, has already gained the strength of a blank one-star!

Is she really a genius?

A thought suddenly flashed through Wang Xi's mind.

"Immortal, is Miaowei very dull-witted?"

The girl pursed her lips, speaking nervously.

"It has been a full month and a half, and I still haven't mastered this method."

As she spoke, a look of shame appeared on her face.

In Shen Miaowei's understanding, only by opening up all nine palaces of the human body can one be considered to have completed cultivation. She had spent so much time, yet she hadn't even reached halfway, which showed that she was dull-witted.

Wang Xi rubbed his forehead on the sofa.

This girl has no idea how fierce she is.

But he felt he shouldn't praise too much, lest the other person become arrogant and complacent, wasting their talent, so he pretended to be indifferent and said:
"I wouldn't call myself dull-witted; I'm fairly competent."

"Really?" Shen Miaowei was taken aback, then her face lit up with joy.

"By human standards, your talent is already quite good. You have been diligently practicing for a month and a half, and your perseverance is commendable... I am very pleased."

"Thank you for the praise, Immortal."

Shen Miaowei's heart leaped with joy. She bowed respectfully to the portrait, but unable to suppress her excitement, her eyes darted around, and she blurted out, almost as if possessed:

"This Nine Rhymes Opera... could it have been created by a celestial being? Did you also practice this art back then?"

"It was not created by me; I obtained it by chance."

A faint voice came from the portrait, paused briefly, and then said, "Naturally, I have practiced it. After fifteen days of observation, I suddenly realized it in the blink of an eye and reached the highest level... Although it is a mortal technique, it has its own exquisite aspects."

"..."

Shen Miaowei's lips parted slightly, too shocked to speak.

It was fixed in the blink of an eye?!

The immortal's talent...

I'm afraid I could never achieve that in several lifetimes.

A hint of reverence flashed in her eyes, and she straightened her expression, forcefully suppressing the pride that had just begun to rise in her heart.

After a while.

Over the past few days, Shen Miaowei had accumulated a thousand words in her heart. Now, when she spoke to the immortal, she was no longer as reserved as when they first met, but instead showed some of the liveliness of a young girl.

Once the floodgates are opened, the thoughts that have been weighing on one's heart can't be stopped from surfacing, like a drifting boatman who has finally found a harbor and can't wait to pour out all his heart's secrets.

According to her, thanks to the divine intervention, she was able to resolve a troublesome matter last week.

That day, she went out to the temple fair with her maid Xiaoyu. When she returned, it was already evening. Near her home, she was stopped by several servants of Xie San. No matter how she refused, they insisted on pulling her into the carriage.

As a result, Shen Miaowei could no longer bear it. With a few punches and slaps, she beat several strong young servants until they vomited blood on the spot, and then quickly fled back home.

This really startled her.

If it weren't for the month and a half of arduous training in the Nine Rhymes Opera, which gave me the ability to protect myself, who knows what might have happened that day.

"Good." A voice came from the portrait. "Miaowei was fearless and decisive in the face of danger. To deal with such filthy scoundrels, it is only right to break three of their ribs so that Xie San knows the pain."

“If we show them any mercy today, they will dare to escalate their actions tomorrow. Remember this: the path of cultivation requires both nurturing a compassionate heart and forging a thunderous hand.”

Miaowei will keep your teachings in mind.

The girl's heart raced when she received the compliment, and she blushed as she bowed again.

At this moment, she heard the portrait murmur:
"Today, it is time for me to descend to the mortal realm to undergo my tribulation."

(End of this chapter)