Chapter 308: Huge Amount of Points!

Shi Ziqin's entire face was occupied by terror; looking at Chen Yan at this moment, her body was shaking.

Everyone's bodies were trembling.

The one who originally rolled the heart side was Chen Yan, but Chen Yan said something, and somehow directly obtained a chance to re-roll the dice.

Now that Shi Ziqin rolled the heart side, it is hard to say it has nothing to do with Chen Yan.

The wooden house was silent, only Shi Ziqin was still roaring in anger:

"Chen Yan, what on earth did you say, tell me!"

Her entire face turned deathly pale, her body shaking.

Sss, sss, sss!

The giant hand wrapped in black mist above her head was slowly reaching toward her, impossible to block.

Hum!

Shi Ziqin's whole body erupted with divine radiance of mental power, and one powerful array disk after another condensed from her body, turning into layers of array barriers to protect her.

But these powerful array barriers shattered with a 'crack' the moment they touched the giant hand.

"Chen Yan!"

Shi Ziqin roared wildly, her stunning face—which would be considered a top-tier beauty in any city or prefecture—filled with terror and pleading:

"It was my fault before, I was wrong, tell me, how on earth did you get a second chance!"

Her eyes were full of fear, like a startled little deer, panicked and at a loss.

But Chen Yan sat quietly the whole time, never once looking toward Shi Ziqin's side from beginning to end.

Shi Ziqin gritted her teeth, making a 'clacking' sound; she hated Chen Yan to the core at this moment, and instead looked at Jiang Yuan on the other side, roaring:

"Jiang Yuan, save me!"

Jiang Yuan was startled, his expression somewhat unnatural as he said:

"Huh?"

Shi Ziqin took a deep breath; the giant hand had already completely shattered the array disks in front of her and was reaching for her.

"Ahhh!!!"

Shi Ziqin let out a sharp roar, her eyes bloodshot, her face twisted by anger and madness.

"Chen Yan!!!"

She roared, countless secret scripts erupting from her body, instantly turning into a white light as she rushed toward the door of the wooden house; she opened the door, and Shi Ziqin vanished instantly into the vast night.

Roar!

A low beast roar suddenly resounded.

The pitch-black giant hand that had been coiled on the roof flew out of the wooden house instantly.

Immediately after...

"Ahhh!!!"

A shrill roar echoed through the night.

Soon, a mass of black mist surged from outside the house, and the pitch-black giant hand appeared on the roof, carrying a beating heart in its grasp.

Splat...

Blood, mixed with bits of flesh and shredded clothing, flowed down from the heart and dripped onto the wooden table.

Everyone's eyes trembled; the heart was still connected to flesh, bone, and clothing.

That was clearly Shi Ziqin's heart.

A sense of terror struck.

Everyone's faces turned somewhat pale.

Shi Ziqin had been gutted of her heart just like that.

That was a prodigy ranked sixth on the Prodigy List.

Under the hands of Xue Qi, she was handled just like a little chick.

Terrifying, invincible, hair-raising.

Yet such an existence had hunted Chen Yan for a long time and had failed to kill him at all.

Everyone looked at Chen Yan, their expressions changing; Chen Yan's strength was absolutely unfathomable.

Shi Ziqin might not even be a match for Chen Yan.

Chen Yan is a newcomer this year.

He has only been on the path of cultivation for a few months.

More importantly, Shi Ziqin's suffering was absolutely because of Chen Yan.

Chen Yan seemed to have long since glimpsed the mysteries of these stages.

Powerful, brave, extreme, pure-hearted...

In an instant, the way everyone looked at that heavily injured figure changed again.

Many people cast looks of awe toward Chen Yan.

More people breathed a sigh of relief; according to the rules, as long as someone rolled the heart side, the others would be fine even if they rolled it too.

Jiang Yuan glanced at Chen Yan, his expression remaining calm.

It was He Youtong beside him whose face had turned somewhat green.

Terror and panic struck.

She didn't even dare to look toward Chen Yan's side.

It was only after thinking of something that she tremblingly breathed a sigh of relief.

The stage continued.

Chen Yan suddenly stood up and looked at the old woman who owned the wooden house:

"Are there any other stages?"

The old woman looked at Chen Yan with vigilance, bowed, and said:

"There are no more, Lord Examinee."

Chen Yan nodded and walked straight toward the basement:

"I will borrow your basement for a moment," Chen Yan said.

"Please!"

The old woman was extremely respectful, and the examinees in the room changed color once again.

What on earth did Chen Yan say?

Chen Yan stepped into the basement, while the assessment inside the wooden house continued.

Suddenly, a noise broke out.

It was Jiang Yuan, who had rolled an 8 through his own methods.

It should have been the same method as Chen Yan's, but because he was later than Chen Yan, he only rolled an eight.

Chen Yan did not pay it any mind; he chose a room for himself, quickly crushed a Time Seed, and entered the time barrier.

The method to pass this round of assessment was actually very simple.

It had to do with the black powder on the wooden house door.

This black powder was actually the clue presented to everyone from the very beginning.

What Chen Yan said was, "As long as you wipe away the black powder on the door, Xue Qi will come in."

This sentence had two meanings.

On the surface, it was talking about the function of the black powder.

Secretly, it meant that the pitch-black giant hand in the room at that moment was not Xue Qi at all.

Xue Qi might still be outside the house, or might have already returned to the Stone Palace.

And the one executing the stage assessment might be some powerful existence in the village.

Most likely, it was the Village Chief.

This stage was actually a continuation of the story of the Rabbit and the White Bear.

The rabbit that discovered the honey was killed by the Village Chief.

But it did not die completely; a trace of its obsession later controlled its own corpse, intending to completely annihilate the Village Chief and the villagers.

But because the Village Chief found the black powder, Xue Qi was unable to enter the wooden house.

Therefore, Xue Qi would never be able to kill the people of Zhan Tu Village.

And the people of Zhan Tu Village would also never be able to obtain the honey to resist the White Bear.

Because the people currently in the village contained not a shred of Qi-blood in their bodies, and could not cultivate the path of Qi-blood.

And on the wooden door of the Stone Palace that stored the honey, also known as 【Youlan】, it was clearly written: 【Those who are not Qi-blood martial artists may not enter】.

Zhan Tu Village was a primitive world that would continue to develop.

But one could imagine that the fate belonging to Zhan Tu Village was very miserable, with no hope.

Chen Yan stopped thinking, and with a movement of his mind, eleven blood-red Dao-Slashing Bamboos appeared beside him.

Each one had grown to the fifth rank and could be exchanged for Morning Star-level Qi-blood precious medicine or tempering precious medicine.

Today's harvest could only be described as astonishing.

This did not include the 90 million Dao-Slashing Points earned from rolling the dice.

The points Chen Yan earned from using Xue Qi to kill ancient beasts and saving the military examinees already totaled 250 million.

Adding what he just obtained, he had 340 million Dao-Slashing Points!

A smile appeared on the corner of Chen Yan's mouth.

A great harvest!

Courage was the other martial path realm for a martial artist.

But for now.

Chen Yan sensed his own body; he was severely injured.

If not for relying on his willpower, it would have been very difficult for him to survive under Xue Qi's hands.

Xue Qi was too strong.

The feeling it gave him was definitely not something that those of the Dharma-True Realm in the outside world could compare to.

Ultimate Dharma-True Realm!

Even if Shen Yiwei came, possessing a Sword Realm would not be enough to win.

It was powerful to the point of being almost impossible to match.

Chen Yan pondered; what he needed most right now was a Morning Star-level healing spirit medicine.

The price of Morning Star-level healing spirit medicine was much higher than cultivation precious medicine.

Chen Yan thought for a while and looked at the Dao-Slashing Bamboo that had absorbed 90 million Dao-Slashing Points.

With a thought in his mind, that longest Dao-Slashing Bamboo shattered instantly, and at the same time, pieces of information appeared in Chen Yan's mind.

Finally, a pearl emitting silver light appeared in Chen Yan's hand.

【Life Immortality Pill】!

Morning Star-level Grade D healing precious medicine, capable of regrowing limbs!

Chen Yan examined this precious pill; its luster was warm and moist, as if condensed from the essence of heaven and earth, and a rich aura of life radiated from it; Chen Yan felt his wounds itch just by taking a light sniff.

Chen Yan swallowed it immediately.

In a brief moment, a faint silver radiance lit up around Chen Yan's entire body, delicate as moonlight, incomparably miraculous.

It was extremely comfortable.

A look of bewilderment appeared in Chen Yan's eyes; this was a feeling he had never experienced before.

It was as if the fatigue and emotions suppressed within his body for so long were gradually dissipating, simply being mollified by this one Healing Spirit Pill.

And on his body, within each hideous bloody gash, silver light like silk threads began to stitch up the wounds, and the shattered flesh began to regenerate.

Even Chen Yan's severed arm was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The newly grown flesh did not feel weak at all; instead, it fit even more snugly with Chen Yan's physical body, as if it had been there all along.

Voices rang out by Chen Yan's ears, very beautiful; there was his younger sister's voice, the sound of his father stir-frying rice, Wang Yang's laughter, Shen Yiwei's sigh of emotion, and Luo Puxin in shock.

Very beautiful sounds, as if from heaven.

Chen Yan revealed a smile; it was too comfortable, he had never felt anything like this.

Body emptied, thoughts emptied, emotions emptied.

He wanted to sleep, wanted to lie down comfortably.

"I am the Master of Martial Dao, I am the Master of Will, I have heard the cries, I cannot rest.

I must fight forever, stand forever, this heart is bright, never to be dimmed."

He murmured, drowsy and muddled, as an extremely comfortable sensation enveloped him.

He was constantly being injured, constantly running.

He had grand ambitions, he was Chen Yan, the Chen Yan who spoke to Heaven and Earth.