Chapter 683: Sorry, SS-Rank Abilities Can Do Whatever They Want

"Sis Xi, you forgot about the plant life on my body?" Xu Jingming grinned.

The thorned sword-grass, now transformed into a plant armor, extended its vines and swayed slightly, as if greeting him.

"Oh right."

Leng Yuexi suddenly realized, blinked her clear big eyes, and smiled faintly:

"But you've given me so much divine blood—I've taken far too much from you."

"How about this? If you ever need help in the future, just say the word."

This time entering the wilderness zone, she hadn't seriously searched for divine blood.

Yet even so, combined with the divine blood Xu Jingming had given her, he now possessed nearly 300 liters of Flame Giant Eagle divine blood!

Consuming all this divine blood would surely elevate her physical body to another level!

"Besides, I'm right near Nixi—it's very convenient to get there," Leng Yuexi added softly.

The two supercities of Dayangzhou, Mocheng and Nixi, were less than a hundred kilometers apart—definitely not far.

"So you're in Nixi? No wonder I never saw you in Mocheng before."

Xu Jingming smiled and didn't refuse, half-joking: "Then next time I, your junior, need help, don't you dare say no."

Leng Yuexi's current strength should be roughly equal to his—but only for now.

Once he advances to seventh stage, his power will crush hers completely!

But some favors aren't just about strength—they involve many other things too.

After all, behind Leng Yuexi stands the massive Fox Spirit Guild.

Though not as vast as the Silver Moon Trading Association, it's still a transnational guild with deep pockets.

"Of course not."

Leng Yuexi confidently patted her full chest, then asked curiously:

"By the way, what's your true stage now?"

Based on the aura Xu Jingming emitted, it was seventh stage upper.

But if he were truly seventh stage upper, none of those men would've escaped—he wouldn't have needed to call her to join him.

After all, she knew well the terrifying power of Xu Jingming's SS-rank ability.

Besides, when he left Myanmar, he was only fifth stage upper; he only advanced to sixth stage during the Talent Competition.

Only four months have passed since then—he couldn't possibly have jumped straight from sixth to seventh stage upper.

"Could it be… seventh stage?"

Leng Yuexi couldn't help whispering her guess, her heart trembling with shock.

To break from sixth to seventh stage master in just four months—this speed couldn't be described as merely monstrous.

Beside her, Leng Yuechan also widened her eyes, staring over, her rosy lips slightly parted in clear curiosity.

"I haven't broken through to seventh stage—I'm still sixth stage upper," Xu Jingming smiled and shook his head.

The divine blood of Thunder Tyrant King not only strengthened his physique but carried intense energy within itself.

He had a feeling that if he absorbed all this divine blood, the ability points on his system panel might finally be enough to advance.

"Good, you haven't broken through to seventh stage."

Leng Yuexi exhaled in relief—then immediately realized something was wrong, her eyes widening in disbelief:

"You're only sixth stage upper, yet you already have combat power close to eighth stage?"

"Sorry, SS-rank abilities just can do whatever they want." Xu Jingming grinned.

Of course, it wasn't just the SS-rank ability—there were also the high-level combat techniques he'd mastered through system point allocation.

These techniques were absolutely not something a 20-year-old young adept could possibly master.

"You've got zero humility," Leng Yuexi's face twisted into a faint bitter smile.

He's already this strong without even entering seventh stage—what would happen if he truly became a seventh stage master?

Could he even kill a normal eighth stage grand master outright?

"Sis Xi, let's part ways here—I still need to keep searching for divine blood."

Xu Jingming glanced at the time and spoke.

More than enough for him to absorb.

Once he finishes sweeping this small remaining area, he plans to begin absorbing the divine blood.

"Alright, contact me after we get back."

Leng Yuexi nodded slightly; Leng Yuechan waved: "Junior Jingming, see you next time."

She emphasized the word "junior."

As if expressing her annoyance at Xu Jingming calling her "Little Chan."

"Mm, see you next time."

His facial muscles shifted, and Xu Jingming reverted to his Zhou Xuan appearance, golden flames swirling around him as he walked away without looking back.

"Incredible disguise—he's completely hidden how he uses his fire ability."

Watching Xu Jingming's retreating figure, Uncle Li couldn't help muttering in awe.

Changing appearance was common; disguising one's stage was rare but not unheard of.

But changing one's ability type? They'd never seen anything like it before.

"Miss, Xu Jingming is extremely strong—should we invite him to help us?"

That way, when we face the eldest young master, we'll have a powerful ally.

Only after Xu Jingming vanished completely from sight did Uncle Chen suggest this to Leng Yuexi.

Honestly, he hadn't expected Xu Jingming to be this strong already.

And now, Thunder Temple's director Su Qingli clearly treats Xu Jingming as her successor.

With the Thunder Temple as his background, if Xu Jingming joined them, Leng Yuexi's chances of winning the succession battle would rise dramatically.

"Jingming is indeed strong, but he still lacks eighth stage grand master-level combat power—even if he joins, he won't make much difference."

Leng Yuexi shook her head.

Only if Xu Jingming enters seventh stage will he truly be useful.

But seventh stage is a major barrier—he's only just entered sixth stage upper.

By the time he reaches seventh stage, the Fox Spirit Guild will likely already have changed hands.

"Let's head back," Leng Yuexi murmured, transferring the divine blood into her space ring.

Miss, have you come up with a plan to deal with the eldest young master? Uncle Chen's eyes lit up.

"Sort of."

Leng Yuexi nodded lightly. "Once we return, we'll try to recruit as many eighth stage grand master patrons within the guild as possible."

"If we can gather enough of them, we might still have a chance to turn things around."

"Understood!" Uncle Chen and Uncle Li both brightened and hurried after her.

Less than ten minutes after they left, a group of adepts clad in the Blood Moon robes of the Mandate Cult arrived at the same spot.

There were five of them, four of whom were seventh stage upper masters.

The leader, a man whose aura reached eighth stage grand master level, was the Mandate Cult's Crimson-robed Archbishop!

"Damn! We're too late again!"

Seeing dozens of empty pits on the ground, the eighth stage Crimson-robed Archbishop's face darkened.

He'd assumed his eighth stage grand master power would let him gather most of the divine blood.

But from yesterday to today—

He'd searched for a full day and a half, even with divine blood detectors—and still found less than 100 liters!

This was nothing like his expectation of collecting at least four to five hundred liters.

It was as if someone always beat him to the divine blood.

"Don't let me catch you—if I do, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

The Crimson-robed Archbishop's qi exploded instantly—his terrifying aura shattered surrounding trees into splinters!

"Let's go!" The Crimson-robed Archbishop quickly led his men away.

The target was approaching the ambush point—he needed to hurry and rendezvous with Lord Tianyao.

Before Lord Tianyao's fury, these divine bloods meant nothing at all.