Beastmaster of the AgesBeastmaster of the Ages
After taking in a deep breath, Tianming felt much better now. Lan Yun didn't seem so hateful anymore, but he couldn't guarantee that if she mocked him again one day, he wouldn't still desire to get rid of her.
"It all depends on fate." Tianming calmed down and looked back at the Grand Myriadpath Ruins.
Huang Daosheng had already left and the cleaner Grandpa was panting heavily, seated on the ground leaning against the Grand Myriadpath Ruins with bloodstains all over him. His eyes were dim as he watched the young people coming and going in front of him.
His life was like dried-up grass, about to wither away while those walking outside the Grand Myriadpath Ruins were all lush green grass, symbolizing the future of Myriadpath Valley.
"Myriadpath Valley." Tianming gained a new understanding of this place.
"Li Tianming," Lan Yun called out.
"Hmm?" Tianming turned around, his eyes clear now. He asked, "Master, do you have any instructions?"
"The look you just had, were you thinking of having a love affair with me?" Lan Yun's face was expressionless, but her words were a bit frightening.
"I dare not," Tianming said.
"It isn’t necessarily impossible," she lightly said.
Tianming knew she meant the Sky Starvore Fiendart, but he had to pretend not to know. So at that moment, he took a step back, quickly lowered his head, and said, "Master, I was wrong. I respect you and will never have any more wild thoughts."
"If you really can kill Huang Daosheng within ten years, I’ll reward you once." After Lan Yun finished speaking, she turned away. Her blue dress fluttered, her long hair flew, and her waist was slender like a snake.
"What's this?" Tianming was puzzled. Wasn't it still about three hundred years away? She must be fooling him! Moreover, he had just experienced a very short three years, which felt like just over ten days. Wouldn't ten years be just over a month?
"Yes, it must be a trick." To be honest, Lan Yun was born in Myriadpath Valley with a noble bloodline. She was much more gorgeous than Demoness Yin... but at the same time, she was also more deadly.
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Tianming didn’t sit still after returning to Grandblue Palace. He was too eager for improvement in his strength and realm, so he couldn't stay idle. Besides, his fifth senior brother, Sun Yan, would often come to harass him!
Although he couldn't catch up to Tianming, he was still an eleventh-level cosmic cartographer close to five hundred years old and ranked around three hundred on the Fortuna Ranking. It was already quite a high rank for a black ring disciple. Lan Yun had said there was no prohibition against killing among disciples, so Tianming had to be on guard against the remaining seven senior brothers.
He had already set a precedent, so his senior brothers wouldn’t be polite.
Tianming couldn't cultivate in Grandblue Palace as long as Sun Yan harassed him. "At present, I’ve almost merged the eight sword arts of Imperator’s Mural. In terms of combat techniques, I have a lot of methods between my battle arts, divine abilities, body, wonders, and so on.”
He looked at his black myriadpath ring. "Six thousand merit points?"
His eyes lit up. Now that was true passive income! He was currently ranked around six thousand on the Fortuna Ranking, so it was difficult to directly drop off the list. Others at his rank would get two hundred merit points in a year, but Tianming got two thousand!
So, after three years of cultivation in the Grand Myriadpath Ruins, he had accumulated six thousand merit points. And it was still increasing every day. It felt absolutely wonderful. He had many more merit points than others without even doing any mundi missions.
For people with blue surnames to get that much with the same rank, it would take thirty years at least. But how many thirty years did people have in their lives? If they got on the Fortuna Ranking at the age of three hundred, then they would only have about two hundred years on the ranking. Throughout their two hundred year cultivation career, they would only gain forty thousand merit points, while Tianming already had six thousand in three years.
He went to the Heavensource Starriver and selected a complete set of six manna with three hundred apertures for Xiaodao, which cost a total of four thousand merit points. He still had two thousand left.
It was passive income at its finest. Suddenly, Myriadpath Valley seemed like a beautiful place. He had thirty years left as a red surname with tenfold points and a hundred years as an orange surname with fivefold points. As for what would happen after he turned two hundred, Tianming was too lazy to think about it for the time being. He hadn’t lived for even a third of that time yet.
"There’s still two thousand merit points left. I'll go to the Battlesky Hall and find a high-infinitum-class battle art and see if there's a leg art suitable for Lan Huang."
The Grandvoid Compendium and Xiaozhi Sword Art were still only low infinitum class. Battle arts were relatively inexpensive among the various resources, but they still required merit points to cultivate.
The reward and punishment system of Myriadpath Valley was quite clear, with a certain degree of fairness. The unfair part was that ordinary disciples would exchange merit points for resources while house disciples would be given a portion by their elders, giving them a natural advantage.
High infinitum class was the highest level of battle arts Tianming could exchange for. Anything stronger would be included in the ten thousand fortuna-class arts recorded on the Myriadpath Steles.
After leaving the Heavensource Starriver, Tianming headed straight for Battlesky Hall.
"The Little... Lion King... here again!" Yin Chen said as soon as he came out.
"He really has nothing better to do!" Tianming moved fast, traveling through Myriadpath Valley with Fiveway Blitzrun, encountering few people and not easily exposing his whereabouts. But as soon as he reached certain places—like the Heavensource Starriver—someone would see him, including the eyes planted there by Huang Daosheng.
As soon as Huang Daosheng heard that Tianming had appeared, he would naturally rush over. He didn't know that Tianming already knew about the Kilopath Net in his hands. He didn’t succeed in the Grand Myriadpath Ruins, but surely it would succeed this time?
Fortunately, Huang Daosheng always brought his minions each time and didn't act alone, making it easier for Yin Chen to track him. So as soon as Tianming entered the Heavensource Starriver, he knew that the Little Lion King had already set out.
The other party had the Kilopath Net, so he couldn't confront them head-on. Therefore, Tianming quickly made his selection in the Heavensource Starriver, and before Huang Daosheng arrived, he left.
If it weren't for Yin Chen, he didn't know how many times he would have been caught. This time, Huang Daosheng missed again. But to be honest, Tianming was quite annoyed.
"In that case, does it mean that as long as he has the Kilopath Net, I can't stay in any one place for very long? I have to leave within half an hour? The Heavensource Starriver is fine—selecting manna is relatively quick—but what about when I go to the Battlesky Hall or the Grand Myriadpath Ruins?"
"It seems like it," Ying Huo pondered.
"Why bother pondering?" Tianming was speechless. "It seems that I can only endure it for now and hide more, so as not to let people see me."
"That method works in the Battlesky Hall, but not in the Grand Myriadpath Ruins. You stay inside for a while, and you'll always be found. It seems like you can only call your beautiful master to come pick you up every time." The heartless little bird was always happy to see Tianming suffer.