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As the breath escaped, the Immortal Statue nearly lost its balance. That technique was surprisingly powerful! After only a few days of cultivation, its strength seemed to subtly surpass his. How could he possibly succeed during the invasion?
In the end, he reassured himself that it was fine; there were still medicines. The technique was meant to be used in conjunction with drugs, and after taking a few doses, it should become obedient.
But before he could take out the prescription, Qi Xiaomian unexpectedly emerged from the Immortal Statue. A Phantom appeared, its true form unrecognizable. For a moment, panic set in, and it began to struggle violently, but no matter how hard it tried, it couldn't break free.
The Phantom cursed in frustration, "Disciple! How dare you harm your master!"
"Master?" Qi Xiaomian retorted. "You certainly know how to flatter yourself. You owe your existence to others; be honest with me. I'm here to gather some information. If you cooperate, I might spare your life!"
Qi Xiaomian tightened his grip, and the Phantom trembled in fear. "You... you're not using that technique; you're actually a Demon Cultivator!"
A powerful Demon Cultivator at that. What a misjudgment!
The Phantom changed its strategy. "I may be weak, yet I still dare to manage such a large operation. There must be someone powerful backing me. If you stop now, I can let bygones be bygones. With your strength and my experience, I can pull you into this game; wealth and glory will be yours for the taking."
"Someone powerful? Are you referring to The One Beneath? Ha! I've been watching your performance these days; it seems you're more afraid of it than I am! I'm here to investigate its situation."
To tell you the truth, my magic is just a step away from completion. I've tried many Methods but couldn't break through the Barrier. Recently, I stumbled upon a remedy that suggested finding a formidable opponent to seek breakthroughs during battle—though there's also a chance of being killed.
But I've survived for many years; I've had enough of this mundane existence. Winning would give me memories to savor for years; dying wouldn't be in vain either.
Hearing rumors about the Great Ginger Dragon Vein and spotting the Demon Fetus in Da Jiang Da Yu led me to speculate that there might be a Demon King in Great Ginger Capital. The recent tremors on the ground perfectly corroborated my guess.
You also possess Magic Breath—weak at times and strong at others—good at disguise. I look down on you, but seeing your fear of it and your constant attempts to escape suggests you know something about it.
Let's make a deal: tell me everything you know, and I'll help you escape. How does that sound?
As Qi Xiaomian slowly loosened his grip on it, his words struck a chord with the Phantom's intentions.
Noticing its slight relaxation, Qi Xiaomian added, "Even if I go back on my word, once we start fighting, you'll have more chances to escape, won't you?"
Indeed!
The Phantom understood the principle of mutual destruction benefiting a third party.
Without further thought, when it spoke again, the Phantom mixed truth with lies and revealed quite a bit of information: beneath the ground lies a dragon.
Qi Xiaomian frowned. Had his father guessed wrong? Could there really be dragons on this continent?
The danger level of this battle has skyrocketed. To be precise, it is a Wyrm. The danger level has decreased slightly. From the tremors in the ground and the royal demeanor, it seems that the Wyrm has been well-fed and is about to emerge. Ah, with its unpredictable movements, how should one measure this danger level?
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