Chapter 183: Chapter Seven: The Transcendent Path of Mechanical Ascension

Joining the Mechanical Church is easy, but becoming a Mechanical Priest is extremely difficult.

The former only requires sincere faith—even if your faith is insufficient, as long as you output enough faith energy, it’s acceptable, since casual believers are the common phenomenon. The latter, however, demands passing various assessments and meeting specific talent requirements, especially in intelligence and perception, both of which have rigid benchmarks.

Taxisia mentioned that the Insight Sect places emphasis on intelligence

“Then we should strike those people and frame someone else,” Ni Ya said, frowning.

If not for everyone knowing the feud between them, one might think they were close friends.

“Hmph, I won’t lose to you again, Bai Ye!” Laksa glanced at Bai Ye.

“I was just saying it offhand, don’t take it to heart,” the old man waved his hand, knowing his words sounded abrupt. Inside the Mushroom House, Zhao Liying had boiled water as Huang Lei instructed, waiting for them to return to brew divine coffee.

Su Fei’s words were meant to be touching, yet I felt no warmth—only a growing heaviness in my chest.

When night swallowed the entire deserted island, several bonfires had already risen on the grassland, and the rabbit fur pelts kept the three from feeling the cold.

“I—I what?” Su Fei said with an innocent expression, as if she had no idea what she’d done wrong.

“Bai Ye, the finals of this Vortex Islands tournament are really between us two!” Sha Zhi smiled as she took back her Pokémon Ball and sat beside Bai Ye.

“Bad review! What an attitude,” Wang Zhe grumbled internally, pulling up the system and locating the “Interrogation Technique” among the intermediate skills.

If Leng Yunfeng joined the Lightning Strike Team, their strength would surely rise a level, securing them a place in the entire military’s special forces competition.

At the sight of the faint bruise, Li Yang’s heart sank; he quickly seized the man’s left wrist to feel his pulse.

Fan Xiaoxi’s lips curled into a bitter smile when the door opened and Jiang Muchen strode in with great presence, a set of her house keys clutched in his hand.

“This is our company’s matter—we’ll decide it. You don’t need to worry,” Teng Wei snapped, cutting off Nan Feng; he had no interest in discussing business, his mind still fixed on Luo Yang’s tearful run out moments ago.

Was that hurried figure just now Zhang Lan, Yan Si’s agent? Why was she here? Was Yan Si sick?

Since that night when she had relations with Jing Zhichen—even though it wasn’t voluntary—she always felt she owed something to An Yiran.

“Sssss~” He drew in a sharp breath, then glanced around until his eyes met Yang Zhao’s slightly narrowed gaze.

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I too wanted to use a biochemical grenade right then, but I dared not; the shop was barely twenty square meters—throwing one grenade would not only blow up the mutated zombie cat but also endanger all of us.

The moment the phone connected, Luo Yiyi’s urgent voice came through; Qin Shijie froze slightly—this tone and attitude from Luo Yiyi felt unfamiliar to him.

“Not yet, just finished with a patient,” Nan Feng lied, concealing that the patient was Xingxing—he knew Luo Yang cared for Xingxing too; if he learned she was injured, he’d panic.

Xu Yunchu couldn’t ride with her, so he waved behind him and ordered one of the mansion guards to give his horse to Su Fengnuan.

But few things can bear talisman arrays—and clearly, this crystal bead could withstand divine fire, so naturally, talisman arrays could be engraved upon it.

The Leng family are already rats in a jar; let them live a few more breaths—first, take this corpse as sacrifice to raise the banner.