High-level female soldiers: My female soldiers are all SSS-rank!

Now, he has cultivated the Dragon Shaking Fist to the sixth level.

However, the path ahead seemed to be locked by an invisible millstone, and no matter how hard Ye Chu tried, the barrier of that realm remained unmoved.

Ye Chu secretly calculated how to truly step into the next level of the Shaking Dragon Fist.

It will probably take several years of hard work; this kind of progress is really making people anxious.

"Time waits for no one. The entrance ceremony for the Shanghai Martial Arts Academy is just around the corner, and I must improve my skills to the next level."

Ye Chu's mind raced with thoughts as he secretly plotted.

Recalling his battle with Yao Qianwei, Ye Chucai deeply realized the gap between his strength and that of a Grandmaster.

It was so insurmountable, like a natural chasm, or a mountain and sea separating them, that it inspired awe and fear.

Ye Chu slowly inhaled a breath of crisp air, his chest rising and falling with it.

Ye Chu appeared somewhat solemn, but in fact, he had unknowingly created a breathtaking miracle.

In just a few days, he forcefully advanced the extremely difficult Dragon Shaking Fist to the sixth level.

This achievement, even if placed in the realm of legend, would be considered a miracle.

Looking back at the past glory of the Dragon Gate, even at its peak, no one had ever been able to climb to the pinnacle of martial arts at such a speed.

Chen Si and Chen Hua, two geniuses regarded as treasures by the Dragon Gate.

It was only after more than a decade of tireless hard work that he reached the sixth level of the Shaking Dragon Fist.

Ye Chu, who was regarded as a peddler of knowledge, also left his dazzling footprints on this thorny path.

His progress is like the brightest star in the night sky, dazzling and unbelievable.

Imagine if the founding patriarch who shook the dragon gate were alive.

Witnessing Ye Chu's astonishing talent, they would be overjoyed and would spare no effort to bring him under their wing, pass on their mantle, and regard it as their lifelong pride.

However, Ye Chu felt no sense of satisfaction whatsoever.

Shanghai, the majestic city standing at the forefront of the fight against monsters, is one of the two capitals of the Dragon Kingdom and a holy land where monstrous geniuses gather.

Among them, each is an outstanding individual in their respective field, and each is a prodigy favored by heaven.

The forces here are deeply entrenched and numerous, like dark clouds obscuring the sun, exuding a chilling sense of oppression, the terror of which is beyond description.

Walking through the streets and alleys of Shanghai, one finds geniuses and experts everywhere, like fish crossing a river.

In this environment, Ye Chu knew that he needed to improve his strength to gain a foothold in this land full of powerful people.

An indomitable fighting spirit ignited in his heart, and he vowed to write his own glorious chapter on this hot land of Shanghai.

Moreover, Ye Chu is now deeply mired in a quagmire and unable to extricate himself.

Who would have thought that Yang Xinba, with his sleazy appearance and cowardly nature, was actually one of the nine powerful figures in the Golden Eye Society?

His real name was changed to Yang Xiao.

He wielded immense power, like one of the emperors hidden in the shadows of the world, inspiring awe and reverence.

Such a person would appear silently beside me, leaving behind the words "See you in Shanghai".

They vanished without a trace, like ghosts.

Ye Chu had a vague premonition that the powerful Golden Eye Society would soon be entangled with him again.

Based on his understanding of the Golden Eye Society, this was by no means a good omen, but rather the calm before the storm.

Immediately, Ye Chu slowly sat back down in his original seat, a ripple suddenly rising in his heart as he recalled the mysterious box that Yang Xiao had given him in the past.

He took a deep breath, as if to swallow all his hesitation and struggle.

The substance contained in that box, though not refined using a particularly complex method, was like a sharp and terrifying blade in the dark.

The secrets it carries are too heavy, too bloody.

Once exposed to the world, it will inevitably attract the wrath of thousands and the condemnation of tens of thousands. He and Mu Tongyan will likely fall into an abyss of no return, with no chance of ever recovering.

However, things in this world are often like this, contradictory and complex.

Although that object carried a bad reputation, it was also the only hope for curing Mu Tongyan's injuries. Like a bitter but effective medicine, it gave people a glimmer of hope in despair.

Ye Chu knew that taking this step was a gamble with an uncertain future.

But for Mu Tongyan, he was willing to risk everything, even if the road ahead was full of thorns, he would fight for that sliver of hope.

Then, Ye Chu slowly took a deep breath, his eyes resolute, as if he had made a crucial decision.

He called softly, his voice carrying an undeniable tenderness.

"Tongyan, come to my side."

Upon hearing this, Mu Tongyan trotted over as lightly as a deer in the forest, her steps carrying the unique innocence and agility of a young girl.

Those big, bright eyes sparkled with curiosity and anticipation, as if they could see into the deepest secrets of people's hearts.

Ye Chu gently handed forward the exquisite box in his hand, his tone carrying a hint of solemnity that was barely perceptible: "Take it."

Mu Tongyan's big eyes rolled gently, and then she took out a small notebook from her bosom, which was filled with her daily life and thoughts.

At that moment, she pointed to a blank space in the notebook and wrote in her childish but clear handwriting, "What is this?"

Ye Chu took another deep breath, his gaze profound, as if he had traversed the mists of time and space and returned to that long journey in search of the antidote.

He spoke slowly, each word flowing from the depths of his heart: "This may be the last precious medicine we have been searching for to cure your illness."

……

Time flies, passing quietly day after day. In the blink of an eye, the tranquil place where Ye Chu lived was gradually disturbed by noise.

A line of cars, as dark as night, like ghosts in the darkness, silently drove into this forgotten corner.

The security personnel, dressed in sharp suits, formed an impenetrable wall, tightly surrounding the area, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Then, a car door slowly opened, as if the gates of history were being gently pushed open, and a burly, imposing man stepped out.

His steps were steady, each one seemingly treading on the pulse of time, containing the supreme mysteries of martial arts.

With every gesture, an indescribable aura of power emanated from him, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Ye Chu's gaze fell on this uninvited guest, and his pupils involuntarily contracted.

This person's strength was so unfathomable that it surpassed even Wu Hongdao's.

His martial arts cultivation seemed to have reached a state of perfection, almost touching the most essential laws of the world.

So young, yet possessing unfathomable strength, like the most dazzling star in the night sky, having already begun to shine!

Those eyes, like the brightest lightning in the night sky, were sharp and pierced through all illusions, instantly capturing the glimmer of light in Ye Chu's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, all attention seemed to be drawn by invisible threads, naturally converging on Ye Chu, as if the whole world, at this moment, stopped for only him.