Chapter 452

Su Ming slowly stood up, a hint of expectation surging in his eyes.

Because Su Ming had focused all his attention on leveling up and improving his skills during this period, he had not reinforced his weapons.

Their quality remained the same as before.

After a year or two of combat, Su Ming now possessed countless reinforcement substrates and high-tier materials obtained from dismantling.

If he wanted to reinforce them, he could likely forge all his weapons to the Epic High-grade level.

But he was not in a hurry.

"There is no need to rush the weapon reinforcement."

"The Profound Heaven Sword Sect must have top-tier swords kept in their collection. I will save the materials and see when the time comes," Su Ming said, his gaze solemn.

Afterward, he immediately notified Yan Ze and the others.

[The time has come, rendezvous at the Profound Heaven Sword Sect array.]

Everyone replied to the private message immediately.

[Received!]

Then, Su Ming looked toward his clone.

"During the time I am at the Profound Heaven Sword Sect, you will continue to venture through the secret realms of this dungeon world."

Su Ming did not speak aloud; he communicated entirely through his thoughts, and the clone understood immediately.

He nodded, then flew away on his sword to continue exploring and plundering the surrounding secret realms.

Subsequently, Su Ming’s main body, accompanied by Wan Wu, headed toward the front of the Profound Heaven Sword Sect’s array.

Inside the Profound Heaven Sword Sect’s array.

A light breeze carried sand and dust; desolate graves were scattered everywhere, and the world was bathed in a twilight hue.

Broken swords littered the ground, showing more rust compared to two years ago, fully revealing a sense of desolation.

Su Ming sat cross-legged alone, waiting for two months.

Finally.

A wind-like shadow stepped through the air; Yan Ze, carrying a longbow on his back and wearing a dark blue short tunic, landed gracefully.

Another figure arrived, stepping on icy footprints; their speed was as fast as a startled swan, leaving trails of icy aura in the air like a long bridge.

Roar!

A shrill, ghost-like howl accompanied by the sound of wind arrived.

It was Ji Yao and Jiang Yunqing; they had also come together.

Ji Yao had learned a new summoning technique, capable of summoning a death-chasing ghost that acted like a mount, allowing her to gallop across the world at extreme speeds.

Everyone landed together and came to Su Ming’s side.

"You're here," Su Ming said with a slight curl of his lips as he stood up.

"Mm," Yan Ze nodded.

The eyes of Ni Shuang, Ji Yao, Jiang Yunqing, and the others were vastly different compared to years ago.

They had become much more composed and mature.

Ji Yao and Jiang Yunqing were wearing cloud-ink dharma robes, their eyes filled with a hint of joy.

They had both learned many techniques and skills from the Southern Border Curse Witch Sect, and their strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.

"Su Ming... we did it," Ji Yao said, smiling as she walked up to Su Ming.

After two years of absence, the moment she saw Su Ming, she felt her eyes sting with emotion.

Even so, she offered a gentle smile and shared a light embrace with Su Ming.

Her maple-red eyes were purer, with blood-light flowing along her gaze.

Through these two years of study, she had learned to control her vampire powers more skillfully.

Moreover, she could now maintain a degree of rationality even in a state of extreme bloodthirst!

If she hadn't joined the sect to learn, she would never have mastered these abilities.

Jiang Yunqing held a brand-new grand staff, a hint of confidence emerging in her eyes.

"Su Ming, it turns out the Southern Border Curse Witch Sect is divided into two gates."

"During this time, I have been cultivating at the Dharma Gate, while Ji Yao was at the Soul Gate."

"But we lived on the same mountain peak."

"We practiced our techniques and skills diligently, and we also went down the mountain to hone our skills."

"Now, finally, we can open this Sword Sect array!"

"Let me show you the most interesting skill I've newly learned!"

She grinned.

Immediately, she stepped forward to Su Ming and blew a breath, and a faint fragrance wafted out.

Suddenly, Su Ming felt a wave of charm energy surge into his heart.

Unfortunately, Su Ming had the Pure Soul talent, making him almost immune.

"How is it? Did you feel a wave of charm?" she asked with a smile, her cloud-ink dharma robe swaying slightly in the wind.

"I didn't even use my full strength; I just wanted you to feel it."

"This move can instantly turn the tide of battle when dealing with crowd-control type human enemies."

Su Ming smiled faintly and patted her shoulder lightly.

"Yunqing, this move of yours is indeed very powerful."

Jiang Yunqing’s eyes crinkled with even more laughter as she retracted the spell.

Ni Shuang wore a light, thin ice garment, a gift from the Sect Master, An Luchen.

This outfit, paired with her short white hair, made her look like a fairy of ice.

She looked at Su Ming, her eyes holding a hint of a faint smile.

"Su Ming... I originally thought the one or two years of cultivating in the sect would be very boring."

"But I didn't expect it to be so interesting..."

"The cultivators of this world truly treat the improvement of levels like an art; my master taught me many ice-path methods I had never thought of before."

She felt infinite gratitude toward her master in her heart.

"And it wasn't just about leveling up; I also followed my senior brothers and sisters into many secret realms and experienced too many bloody battles..."

"Now, my combat experience is definitely comparable to a true Sixth-Turn Venerable," she said, her eyes filled with confidence.

Yan Ze nodded inwardly, his eyes showing agreement.

He had also gained a much deeper understanding of this world.

Yan Ze’s aura had gained a touch of majesty; it seemed the Raging Rain Sect hadn't been training him as a disciple, but as a successor to the Sect Master!

It was a pity that the Raging Rain Sect did not know Yan Ze would leave.

To show gratitude for his master’s teachings, Yan Ze had left behind many high-tier pieces of equipment before departing.

It could be said that, except for the ancient-grade great bow on his back and the Quicksand Cloak Su Ming had given him years ago, Yan Ze had left almost everything he owned to the sect.

Although they were not from the same world, the grace of teaching was still a debt of gratitude.

"Su Ming, the sects in this dungeon world can refine 'elixirs'; as long as you consume them, you can gain a large amount of experience."

Yan Ze said, a hint of recollection in his eyes.

"This was something I had never imagined before."

"But those elixirs are very peculiar; they only have an effect if consumed in this world filled with spiritual energy. Once taken out, they lose their effect."

"After a large amount of combat and honing, supplemented by a small number of experience elixirs, I finally reached the level 65 realm within two years," Yan Ze said.

Ji Yao and Ni Shuang also nodded.

"Su Ming, to keep up with your speed, we also consumed a small amount of the experience elixirs given by the Sect Master to speed up our progress."

"But don't worry, every time we consumed them, we supplemented it with a large amount of combat and honing; we would never rely on such things."

"Those elixirs are very pure, refined from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so we definitely don't have unstable realms."

"Now, let alone level 65, we can even fight level 66s," Jiang Yunqing said confidently.

Su Ming nodded.

He had stayed in this dungeon in his past life, so he naturally knew about those elixirs.

The elixirs of this world were refined using the purest ancient methods, based on the natural spiritual energy of heaven and earth, capable of stabilizing realms and increasing attributes without toxic side effects.