msmithbooks Chapter 156 Qinghu Base City
Chapter 156 Qinghu Base City
Song Chen landed and shook the blood off the knife.
Both ends are at the fifth stage, initial stage, four cuts.
Behind him, the two-hundred-person team remained completely silent.
Zhao Kuo's horse-slaying sword had somehow fallen to the ground, its tip leaving a white mark on the ice.
Zhou Tong's mouth was open, and he didn't even feel the cold wind rushing into his throat. Su Yan's hand was pressed against her chest, as if afraid her heart would jump out of her chest.
Zheng Beihe was the most silent one. He was at the lower stage of the fifth rank, and his Qi and blood value far exceeded that of Song Chen.
But after watching Song Chen kill the two early-stage fifth-tier beasts, he had only one thought in his mind: if he had fought with Song Chen at the entrance of the valley because of the Snow Marrow Ganoderma, his body would be cold by now.
He didn't recognize the sword technique, but he knew it was definitely S-rank.
The third wave of beasts did not appear.
The remaining beasts in the valley finally collapsed completely. Dozens of remaining beasts scattered and fled, some burrowing into ice crevasses, and others climbing over ice walls to escape into the depths of the plateau.
Song Chen didn't follow them because there weren't many, and a few weren't worth wasting time on.
He sheathed the Heavenly Blade and walked deeper into the valley.
From entering the valley to clearing it out, it took fourteen minutes.
The Kitagawa group followed behind him, stepping over the corpses of strange beasts scattered on the ground, their feet covered in frozen blood and bits of flesh.
Someone is counting, not intentionally, but their eyes are counting involuntarily.
There were too many second-tier corpses to count, about two hundred third-tier corpses, more than ten fourth-tier corpses, and two fifth-tier corpses.
Just fourteen minutes.
Song Chen found the Snow Marrow Lingzhi in the deepest part of the valley.
It grows at the bottom of an ice crevice, is thirty centimeters tall, and has a translucent milky white cap with snowflake patterns on its surface.
The edges of the sesame cap have begun to emit a faint glow, a sign that it is about to ripen.
It's not mature yet, but it'll be soon.
I'm a bit tired right now, so I'll take a break. I haven't had a rest in seven days.
He didn't go anywhere else, but stayed where he was to rest and wait.
No one from the Kitagawa group dared to disturb him, so they simply set up camp in the valley and harvested some exotic beast materials.
Song Chen only took the crystal core and didn't touch the rest. These materials were worth some money and could help him recoup some of the costs.
The next evening, the Ganoderma lucidum finally matured.
Song Chen opened his eyes, and his body had returned to its peak condition.
He crouched down and used the Tianjun Blade to cut through the ice layer along the root of the Ganoderma lucidum.
The movements were very gentle, unlike the violent actions when killing the alien beast earlier.
The entire Ganoderma lucidum was taken out intact and held in the palm of the hand, emitting a cool and refreshing fragrance.
He looked at it for two seconds, then made a cut.
The Ganoderma lucidum was cut in half, with a smooth cut surface and extremely precise distribution.
Song Chen put half of it into his tactical backpack and placed the other half on the ice.
She stood up and turned to look at Zheng Beihe.
"money."
Song Chen sent the account number to Zheng Beihe yesterday, and he was ready to transfer 5 billion Daxia coins through the Martial Arts Guild's encrypted channel.
A notification popped up on Song Chen's phone that the money had been credited to his account. He had traded crystal cores and a martial arts team that had ventured deep into the plateau for this phone a couple of days ago.
He glanced down to confirm the numbers were correct, then walked towards the valley exit.
"Song Chen," Zheng Beihe called out to him.
Song Chen stopped but didn't turn around.
Thank you.
Song Chen didn't say anything and continued walking.
His figure gradually disappeared into the snow and mist at the valley's exit. His black combat uniform, its tattered edges fluttering in the wind, remained in place. His right hand was always on the hilt of his knife, not out of war, but out of habit.
Looking at that retreating figure, Su Yan suddenly said, "Is he really only eighteen years old this year?"
Zheng Beihe sighed.
"Sigh, comparing yourself to others is just so frustrating."
……
Seven days later.
Song Chen stood on a mountain ridge 30 kilometers away from Qinghu Base City, looking at the outline of the city in the distance.
He traveled for another seven days, from the plateau to the plains. The concentration of spiritual energy in the air gradually became milder, the density of strange beasts decreased, and their ranks also dropped.
From the highland heartland where Tier 5 and Tier 4 soldiers were mixed, to the outer area dominated by Tier 4 and Tier 3 soldiers, and then to a few scattered Tier 2 and Tier 3 soldiers.
Of course, the efficiency of gaining kill points has also decreased.
This is the heartland of the Great Xia Dynasty. Thanks to the repeated cleanup efforts of the Great Xia warriors, the strength of the exotic beasts here has significantly decreased.
Qinghu Base City is one of the ninety-eight base cities of the Great Xia Dynasty. It has a permanent population of four million, a city wall that is fifty meters high, and is about the same size as Anning City.
Anning City is located southeast of Qinghu, about 300 kilometers away. At his current speed, he can get there in a day.
Song Chen looked down at the clothes she was wearing; they could no longer be called clothes.
The fabric on the left shoulder was completely gone, a palm-sized hole was torn in the right side, the cuffs were torn into strips, and the trouser legs were covered in dried bloodstains, emitting a complex smell that was a mixture of blood, ice, and the burning of lightning.
The fabric at the chest was still barely held together, but it had more holes than intact parts.
If I wear this to see my parents, my mother, Li Xiuying, will cry.
Of all his belongings, only the knife looked decent.
So he decided to go into the city first to buy some clothes. Before entering the city, he opened the control panel again.
He stood on the ridge and opened the system panel.
Song Chen
[Rank: Fourth-Tier Martial Artist, Fourth-Tier Superpower User]
[Qi and Blood Value: 5205]
【Mental Power: 4823】
[Combat Skills: Thunderous Annihilation Blade (Grandmaster), Gale Wings (Grandmaster), Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes (Mastery).]
[Special Abilities: Nine Heavens Thunderclap (Rank A), Mystic Vision (Rank A), Shapeshifting Technique (Rank B)]
Current kill count: 56002
His Qi and Blood have already exceeded 5,000, and his Spiritual Power is about to break through 5,000 as well, all thanks to his frenzied killing spree.
He discovered that a fully mastered S-rank combat skill was enough to roam the wilderness. As long as he didn't deliberately go to any desperate places to die, crossing the inland areas of the Great Xia Dynasty was basically safe.
He then stopped focusing on improving his supernatural abilities and combat skills, and instead concentrated on improving his health and spirit.
He turned off the control panel and walked towards the city gate of Qinghu Base City.
The guard at the city gate was a second-tier martial artist, in his forties, with a thick beard and an old scar on his face.
He saw a person walking towards him from the direction of the wilderness in the distance, and instinctively gripped the psionic rifle in his hand. Then he saw the knife on the person's back.
The scabbard was wrapped in a strip of cloth that was soaked in blood and dried by the wind, but the hilt was exposed.
Its mercury-like luster and subtle yet intricate patterns immediately set it apart from the crowd.
The guard released his grip on the rifle; someone who could carry such a knife alone in the wilderness was not someone he could question.
"Going into the city?"
"Um."
"Verify your identity."
Song Chen raised his left hand and touched his phone to the scanner at the city gate.
drop.
A line of text popped up on the recognizer screen:
Song Chen, a native of Anning City, is a student at Tianhai University.
The guard's eyelids twitched. The person in front of him was only eighteen years old?
"Please come in." The guard stepped aside.
Song Chen walked through the city gate.
The streets of Qinghu Base City are wide and clean, unlike the style of Tianhai City, which is a port city that is humid, crowded, and has a fishy smell in the air.
Qinghu is dry, open, and the sky is so blue it looks unreal.
There weren't many pedestrians on the street, but the proportion of martial artists was quite good. People dressed in various combat uniforms walked by in twos and threes, and weapon shop signs lined up along the street.
As Song Chen walked down the street, her aura changed.
Upon entering the city, the body automatically switches to another state, like a sword sheathed, its sharpness still present but not outwardly displayed.
His steps slowed, his shoulders slumped slightly, and the surging killing intent gradually subsided.
There's no particular reason; this is a place where people live.
He stopped in front of a clothing store called "Yun Cai".
The shop wasn't big, but the martial arts uniforms hanging in the window were made of good quality material, with clean cuts, and not the kind of flashy styles.
I pushed the door open and the doorbell rang once.