Chinese Superman

Chapter 187 Class A Relic: Tang Dynasty Tri-colored Glazed Camel

The moment the golden core appeared, it was like a small sun descending, and the dazzling sword light instantly illuminated the entire dark dungeon.

The omnipresent, eroding whispers of filth, like ice and snow meeting the sun, hissed and were quickly purified.

The scales and eyeballs growing on the bodies of the adventurers who were undergoing mutations immediately stopped growing and even began to shrink and fall off!

Once the Golden Elixir is perfected, all evil cannot invade!

"Little fish, let me—eat you instead."

Bai Xianshuang spoke softly, opened her long beak, and gently pecked at the sweeping blue-scaled giant claw.

The movements were light and casual, devoid of any fuss.

However, the moment she pecked down, the suspended golden elixir shone brightly, and endless sword energy surged into her long beak, making the originally elegant beak tip seem to transform into the edge of an unparalleled divine sword that could pierce through heaven and earth!

"laugh--!"

A soft sound echoed throughout the entire instance, like the sound of a sharp blade cutting through thick leather.

The azure-scaled giant claw, exuding immense power and radiating endless evil and chaos, suddenly froze the moment it touched Bai Xianshuang's beak!

Immediately following, starting from the point of contact, the thick blue scales, solid muscles, and massive bones on the giant claw were instantly separated and disintegrated, transforming into the purest high-dimensional energy flow, just as if the most skilled butcher had dissected an ox!

Bai Xianshuang's long beak was like a bottomless pit, taking a gentle sip.

"call""

The disintegrating energy flow, like a whale sucking in water, was drawn into her mouth without any resistance.

The enormous claw vanished swiftly before the horrified eyes of the crowd, as if it had never existed.

"Clatter."

Bai Xianshuang closed its beak, seemingly savoring the taste. A hint of dissatisfaction flashed in its cool eyes. "The taste is so-so, too fishy, ​​and too many impurities. As a fish, the flavor isn't pure enough; it's even worse than a pleco."

Of course, Bai Xianshuang had never eaten the cleaner.

She only realized after her consciousness awakened that it was a type of fish that even humans wouldn't eat.

Below, the Fishman King, who was standing on the crest of a wave, ready to cheer for the arrival of his Father God and wreak havoc, was now completely petrified.

Its fish eyes are wide open to the limit, filled with endless fear, bewilderment, and a sense of collapse as its faith crumbles.

It sacrificed almost its entire clan, and the consciousness of the "Father God" it had desperately called for was—just like that—eaten up by a crane—so fresh and clean?!

Like eating a small dried fish?!

"No—impossible—this is impossible—Father God—Great Dagon—"

The Murloc King stammered incoherently, and the scepter slipped from his stiff hand.

I'm so upset.

There is nothing more devastating than witnessing one's own Father being eaten.

Bai Xianshuang glanced at the Fishman King with disdain.

The Fishman King is not only ugly and ferocious, but also weak, and not worth eating.

More importantly—it doesn't taste good!

The giant blue-scaled claw that Bai Xianshuang ate was not, strictly speaking, Dagong's original form, but rather a composite of the flesh and blood of the fish-men.

Therefore, Bai Xianshuang labeled the fish-men as "unpalatable".

She casually raised one wing and gently flapped it.

A subtle yet extremely refined white sword aura swept past.

The Fishman King's massive body, along with the water waves gathered beneath its feet, was instantly cleaved in two, collapsing and crashing back into the pool with a "splash".

After doing all this, Bai Xianshuang withdrew her golden core, let out a clear cry, and chose to exit the underground city, her figure instantly disappearing.

From her appearance to the elimination of all the fishmen, the devouring of the Outer God's giant claw, and the slaying of the fishman king, the entire process took less than three minutes.

Inside the instance, there was utter silence.

The remaining demons, trembling with fear, hid deep in the swamp, overwhelmed by the majestic sword intent and the aura of the golden core.

Immediately afterwards, a new dungeon notification popped up in front of all the surviving adventurers:

The main threat, the Filthy Scale Tribe, has been destroyed, and King Gol the Murloc is dead.

The main quest "Destroy the Altar of the Filthy Scale Tribe" will be completed automatically.

The main quest for the current dungeon (Fishman Swamp Forest) has been completed, meeting the walkthrough requirements. This dungeon will be closed soon.

[Initiating forced teleportation of all adventurers —]

[Teleportation countdown: 3, 2, 1!]

A series of dazzling white lights flashed, and the survivors scattered throughout the instance vanished from their spots in an instant.

On the outskirts of Ancheng, next to the teleportation portal.

The vortex fluctuated violently, and white light gushed out like a fountain. One figure after another staggered into the open space.

Most of them were injured, dazed, and their faces still showed the fear and disbelief of surviving a disaster.

"We're out—we're really out—"

"Was that just now—a dream?"

"Who on earth managed to complete the main quest?!"

The crowd buzzed with discussion, looking around blankly.

"What exactly happened inside? Where is Commander Wu?" Zhao Tie asked urgently.

Wu Pan walked out of the crowd with the help of his fellow group members.

His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes had regained some composure.

Wu Pan quickly explained the situation inside.

This includes a sudden murloc uprising, a siege by thousands of murlocs, and in a desperate moment, a single cry from a crane can instantly kill thousands of murlocs.

Then there was the terrifying giant claw that appeared deep in the swamp, and the distorting pollution, and finally the white crane that swallowed the giant claw, instantly killing the fishman king, and the dungeon was cleared.

As he recounted the story, he unconsciously touched his chin.

Half a fish eye had indeed appeared there a moment ago, but now it was as smooth as ever, as if it were just an illusion.

At this moment, colorful auspicious clouds drifted in the sky, and someone rode a camel from Ancheng. The speed seemed slow, but in the next moment, they arrived in front of everyone from the horizon.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was not a real camel at all, but a pottery sculpture.

A Class A relic: a Tang Dynasty tri-colored camel!

The camel was covered in yellow glaze, and between its two towering humps rode a middle-aged man, none other than Yan Ming, the captain of the Ancheng Weapon Controllers Administration Bureau!

Yan Ming's cultivation level is higher than Wu Pan's; he is already a master of the Pseudo-Core Realm. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to sit in the position of captain. Just now, he heard what Wu Pan said from afar.

"A crane's cry? A white crane? It swallowed a giant claw?"

Yan Ming dismounted from the Tang Dynasty tri-colored camel and whispered, "Could it be—that person from the Sword Palace?"

"Sword Palace—Captain Yan, you mean the ninth on the Grandmaster Ranking, the Sword Immortal of Mount Shu, Bai Xianshuang?" the gatekeeper exclaimed.

"Indeed." Wu Pan's expression revealed awe. "Apart from the Grandmaster of Sword Dao, Bai Xianshuang, which other crane in the entire Great Xia Dynasty possesses such strength?"

Thanks to the second phase of the spiritual energy revival, there are quite a few "outcasts" who have awakened their spiritual intelligence and embarked on the path of cultivation.

However, only a few "outlier" disciples of the Martial Ancestor were able to make it onto the Grandmaster List. Even the Three Beast Kings of Kunlun Mountain were squeezed out of the list by human Grandmasters and could not make it onto the list.

The news spread quickly among the crowd.

"Sword Immortal Bai Xianshuang!"

"She actually took action herself!"

"No wonder—no wonder I was saved like in a dream—"

Everyone suddenly realized what had happened, and then a strong sense of lingering fear and relief welled up inside them.

Who would have thought that an ordinary dungeon would almost lead to disaster, ultimately drawing out the legendary sword immortal?

The crisis seemed to arrive suddenly and subside just as abruptly in a way that far exceeded everyone's expectations.

Meanwhile, Qiao Chunxia, ​​who had already returned to the city, was completely unaware of everything that had happened in the suburbs.

She was in the exchange hall of the Ancheng branch of the Martial God Temple, exchanging all her gains from the past few days, such as magic cores and equipment dropped by monsters, for cultivation resources.

As Xia Xinghan instructed, she chose to exchange for three Qi and Blood Pills, one Yuan-Strengthening Pill, and one Marrow Cleansing Pill.

Previously, in order to treat the blood and qi deficiency caused by his mother's long-term blood selling, he needed to first use Qi and Blood Pills and Qi-Strengthening Pills to gently nourish and solidify his foundation. After his body recovered and became full, he would then use Marrow Cleansing Pills to further temper his physique and improve the speed of his cultivation in the Transcendent Realm.

Qiao Chunxia carefully put away the pills, a determined flame burning in her eyes.

The final sprint for the college entrance examination has officially entered its most intense phase!

From then on, under Xia Xinghan's planning, her life became a timetable accurate to the minute:

9 PM - 0 AM: Enter the cultivation dream constructed by Xia Xinghan.

Three hours in reality are like three days in a dream. She began to cultivate various advanced versions of Grade B martial arts, which were originally Grade C martial arts.

0:00-3:00 AM: Deep sleep, restoring mental and physical fatigue.

From 3 AM to 9 AM: Facing the first wisp of purple aura in the east, cultivate the [Basic Spirit Forging Method], inhaling and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, transforming it into one's own spiritual power, nourishing the meridians, and consolidating one's cultivation.

9:00 AM – 7:00 PM: Engage in practical battles in dungeons of varying difficulty and types. Hone your combat instincts amidst blood and fire, fully utilize what you gain from the dream world, and hunt for magic cores and resources to exchange for the elixirs needed for cultivation.

7 PM to 9 PM: This is a rare rest time, which Qiao Chunxia can use as she pleases.

They spend up to 19 hours a day practicing and fighting, leaving only 5 hours for essential sleep and very little rest.

This level of intensity would deter most high school students, but Qiao Chunxia gritted her teeth and persevered.

Her mother's awakening, the resolution of her inner conflict, Xia Xinghan's guidance, and her deep-seated desire to change her destiny transformed into boundless motivation, propelling her forward on this thorny path of martial arts.

Through rigorous training in her dreams, life-or-death battles in reality, and the aid of elixirs—her cultivation and strength increased rapidly at a visible pace.

His blood and energy are becoming more vigorous, his spiritual power is becoming more refined, his swordsmanship and footwork are becoming more proficient, and his experience in dealing with various demons is becoming richer.

Xia Xinghan occasionally offered guidance, but most of the time he observed and let her learn and grow through practical experience.

The days flew by amidst sweat, exhaustion, and the joy of harvest.

Spring goes and summer comes, plants flourish and the sun blazes.

One hundred days seemed to pass in the blink of an eye for Qiao Chunxia, ​​who was immersed in frantic cultivation, turning into a highly compressed video clip.

But this short span of one hundred days became the most precious and memorable memory in Qiao Chunxia's long life.

Finally, the calendar on the wall turned to that page.

Early in the morning, Qiao Chunxia stood by the window and took a deep breath.

Outside the window, the rising sun casts a golden glow.

Today is the day of the martial arts college entrance examination.