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Qinglin City.

As autumn ended, the temperature plummeted, and the icy cold wind began to blow again, with large snowflakes falling from the sky.

Winter had returned.

For some unknown reason, the frequently appearing grass dogs and grass pigs had suddenly decreased in number by more than half.

Qian Qingqing, carrying her great spear, was shivering from the cold as she hurried back home.

The two spirit mastiffs reluctantly watched her enter the residential area.

These two dogs had followed the young girl through a dozen streets, witnessing her amazing spear skills, and had become her number one fan.

The dogs had seen many people who were good at fighting.

But they had never seen anyone fight so beautifully, wielding a great spear that looked like dancing.

If Qian Qingqing turned her head and called out, these two dogs might get a hot head and resign from their positions in the patrol department to guard the young girl's home.

Unfortunately, she did not notice the dogs' gazes.

The moment she stepped into the mansion gate, Qian Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank heavens.

In the eyes of the dogs, the young girl was mighty and majestic, but no one knew how scared she was inside. After all, she had never experienced such high-intensity combat before. Every time she killed a grass dog, her legs would weaken once.

"Sis!"

Qian Changyun greeted her, his tone filled with admiration: "I saw you killing the grass dogs just now. You are so amazing!"

Madam Qian, holding a coat, said with a bit of heartache: "Qingqing, your legs are trembling from the cold. Put this coat on quickly."

Qian Qingqing leaned the great spear against the wall, too embarrassed to say that her legs were not trembling from the cold, but from the fear of the monsters.

The impact of facing monsters at close range was unimaginable to those who had never experienced it.

The young girl put on the coat, entered the warm living room, and said in a low voice: "Mom, I'm afraid Qinglin City is about to fall into chaos."

Madam Qian was a little confused: "There are so many grass dogs in the city, and even one popped up in our garden. Isn't it already chaotic?"

Qian Qingqing shook her head and said: "Monsters are not a big deal. We just need to kill them all. I'm talking about the Satyr people's problem."

She paused and lowered her voice even more: "I was on duty with the patrol officers just now and heard of at least six homicides. All of them were so-called Satyr people launching revenge against the Wan Hao people in the name of their ancestors."

"Four of the blood cases involved servants of wealthy families who suddenly killed their masters when they were unprepared. One servant even chopped off the head of the mistress."

Madam Qian's face turned pale as she listened: "Our three servants, could it be…"

Qian Qingqing interrupted her mother: "I have a vague feeling that Old Niu, who is usually responsible for taking care of the garden and doing odd jobs, may not be too reliable. The other two servants should be fine."

The so-called "premonition" was actually the subconscious ego, drawing conclusions from a combination of information. The young girl had not even noticed a significant portion of the information, but her subconscious remembered it clearly.

Madam Qian fully accepted her daughter's words and immediately made a decision: "I will give Old Niu a generous severance pay later and ask him to leave the Qian family today."

This lady found an excuse of "worrying about safety issues and planning to level the garden," and gave him 50% more severance pay than usual.

Although this matter was handled impeccably, Old Niu's face was full of resentment: "You rich people kick me away when you don't need me anymore."

The middle-aged man took the money bag and turned to go back to the house to pack his belongings, muttering in a low voice: "All Wan Hao people are…"

He didn't say the rest of the words, but it was conceivable that they were not good words.

Madam Qian's expression changed.

"Dong!"

Qian Qingqing slammed the ground hard with the end of her spear, and shouted with imposing authority: "Old Niu, don't think I don't know what you're thinking about ancestral revenge. I can tell you clearly that if you dare to approach the Qian family one step in the future, you will pay a heavy price!"

To prove that this was not an empty threat, the young girl held the great spear with both hands, aimed the spearhead at a snow pine tree not far away, and struck out with a single shot.

"Bang!"

The snow pine instantly collapsed and exploded into more than a dozen pieces.

Old Niu looked horrified.

Madam Qian echoed: "Old Niu, the Qian family has always treated you well. As long as you don't deliberately cause trouble for the Qian family, we won't make things difficult for you either."

Old Niu didn't dare to curse anymore. He quickly packed his personal belongings and left honestly.

Madam Qian praised her daughter fiercely: "Qingqing, that shot of yours was so beautiful. If you hadn't suppressed Old Niu, he would have caused trouble for our family in the future."

Qian Changyun also nodded repeatedly: "Sis, you're getting more and more amazing!"

Qian Qingqing smiled and narrowed her eyes.

Although the young girl felt that her strength was very weak, she was still very happy that she could do something for her family.

The three of them did not know that a black cat was squatting aside, watching the entire small conflict, and reported the matter to its master.

A few seconds later.

It gently wagged its tail.

The master was planning to write a new script, and Old Niu was actually a character in the script?

This cat was looking forward to it!

The black cat activated the mark in its sea of consciousness and issued an order to its cat army: "Send a few cats to keep a close eye on Old Niu!"

*

Before long.

Several cats emerged from nowhere and quietly followed Old Niu.

Their tracking method was quite skillful. At most, only one cat appeared within the target's line of sight, and all were in inconspicuous corners.

Without a doubt.

The cats had received quite professional surveillance training.

Old Niu was reluctant to spend money on a carriage, so he carried his luggage and walked for more than a dozen streets, taking a full half hour before entering an old residential area called "Qingli Fang."

The residents living here were mostly low-income commoners, and their lives were generally quite difficult.

At this moment.

The atmosphere in Qingli Fang was clearly not right. The commoners were gathered in groups of twos and threes, discussing the various changes that had just taken place in low voices.

Old Niu heard some fragments along the way.

"The Satyr people have been oppressed by the Wan Hao people for so many years. This situation should end…"

"Why are our lives so hard? The Satyr people must unite!"

"The residential areas with more Wan Hao people have more or less appeared grass dogs and grass pigs, but Qingli Fang has always been safe and sound. This is the blessing of the ancestors…"

A smile appeared on Old Niu's rough face.

He recalled what the ancestor had said in his dream and muttered in a low voice: "The ancestor was right, maybe it's time to change!"

At this time.

The temperature began to rise rapidly again, and the falling snowflakes turned into dense rain.

The plants in the adjacent green belt actually sprouted pieces of emerald green leaves.

Old Niu quickened his pace and murmured: "Is spring coming?"

He walked to the front of his small house in the rain, took out the key, opened the door, and shouted: "Mom, I'm back!"

There was no response.

Old Niu put down his luggage and kowtowed a few times to a strange wooden sculpture placed in front of a portrait of an old woman in the living room.

The wooden sculpture looked like two snakes entwined together.

Old Niu stared at the wooden sculpture, his expression a bit confused: "In the ancestor's dream, why did the 'dream sculpture' that I asked 'Dreaming Life Society' to bring back appear? It's so strange!"

He hesitated for a moment and made up his mind: "I'll go ask the 'Dream Master' now."

Old Niu quickly packed up and left the house.

A few seconds later.

A phantom black cat, or rather a shadow clone, emerged from the closed door and entered the small living room.

This was exactly a shadow clone it had quietly projected here by using the mental interaction with several cats.

The black cat walked around the room with light steps, locked its gaze on the wooden sculpture, and gently swung its tail.

The master was right!

The Lord of Dark Mysteries had created such a wide range of dreams, and these extraordinary organizations under the command of the alien god would definitely come out to cause trouble.

It just didn't know what the relationship was between the "Dreaming Life Society" that Old Niu had contacted and the "Praying Life Society" that the master had taught a lesson to earlier.

The black cat had been hanging around in every corner of this city for a long time, so its news was quite well-informed.

It had heard some news about the Dreaming Life Society.

This seemed to be an organization that mainly spread among the commoners at the bottom.

It was said that long-term worship of the so-called "dream sculpture," which was this double snake sculpture, could allow one to talk to dead parents in dreams.

The black cat transmitted the situation on the scene to the master, and also attached its own three insights.

First:

Dreaming of parents through dream sculptures must have a very close connection with the "Ancestral Dream."

Second:

Before the large-scale Ancestral Dream occurred, the Dreaming Life Society probably already knew the news and made corresponding preparations.

Third:

In the next period of time, the Dreaming Life Society will definitely use the commoners at the bottom to cause trouble!

Soon.

The black cat received the master's information: "You guessed right, the conspiracy planned by the Lord of Dark Mysteries probably takes the bottom-up route.

"The number of commoners at the bottom accounts for more than 80% of human society. This time, the alien god has really found the weakness of mankind."

It blinked its cat eyes and felt that it had learned a new word.

Bottom-up route?

The master's description was quite accurate.

The black cat slipped out of the house, squatted under the eaves, looked at the new green covering the green belt in front, and wagged its tail.

Seeing all four seasons in one day, the weather is really getting weirder!

*

Spirit Leaf Handle.

Due to the special environment, there was no new greenery everywhere, nor was there drizzle.

Although the temperature was moderate, it did not make people feel comfortable at all.

Because countless luminous spores had appeared here.

They floated around the Spirit Leaf Handle like luminous clouds with the air currents.

Once you accidentally inhaled a mouthful, you would feel your trachea extremely itchy and numb, and you would cough violently for at least a minute.

In the process of cleaning up the virtual insects, you also had to avoid the luminous spores, which was really a headache.

By the way.

In the past, the Xuan Pavilion never cleaned up the virtual insects in spring, precisely because of these inconspicuous spores.

However.

Cheng Han only used a small trick to solve this big trouble - masks.

Using the power of the Qingyuan seal, he urged out extremely fine vine silk fibers, and then wove them into large masks, which could block the invasion of spores.

The original group of warriors had long been accustomed to Cheng Han's endless methods and were no longer surprised by this.

A support force of fifty warriors who had just arrived looked at the masks back and forth, all with surprised expressions.

For them, just reaching out and tapping the cave wall, and a row of vine silk masks would grow on it, which was a bit of a challenge to their understanding.

Ten minutes later.

Cheng Han came up with a new gadget.

He sent out two battle corpses, caught a virtual insect, and summoned the warriors to throw a fluorescent seed at the insect.

"Bang!"

There was only a soft sound.

The seed exploded into a fluorescent smoke, which quickly drilled into the virtual insect's body.

"Squeak! Squeak!"

The virtual insect screamed frantically. It seemed to be in extreme pain, and even bit off its own claws. Then fluorescent liquid gushed out of its mouthparts, and finally it died.

A group of onlookers were dumbfounded.

Even a fool could see that the strange fluorescent seed was definitely a weapon against insects.

Cheng Han explained indifferently: "This is a 'fluorescent seed,' which likes to parasitize virtual insects. I have prepared three for everyone. Throw it out when you encounter danger later."

For him, new things meant new knowledge. As long as he studied it slightly, he could transform it into combat power.

"Dong! Dong!"

Cheng Han reached out and knocked on the wall again.

Vines grew out quickly, and each vine was hung with a large string of fluorescent seeds.

He made a gesture: "Everyone, come and get it yourselves."

A group of warriors swarmed up and divided the seeds.

Soon.

Teams of warriors dispersed into the caves again and began to continue cleaning up the virtual insects.

In one of the teams.

A new warrior played with the fluorescent seed and sighed: "I have heard the name of Cheng Han of the Second Battle Regiment before. Today, I saw him and he really lives up to his name!"

The team leader said in a "you're so ignorant" tone: "Cheng Han's methods are much more powerful than you think. What you saw just now is only a very small part."

Everyone else nodded.

The new warrior changed the topic: "Didn't the Second Battle Regiment have a vice commandant die? With Cheng Han's ability, he might be promoted to vice commandant out of turn."

The team leader thought thoughtfully: "That's really possible!"

If it were someone else, being promoted directly from a level three warrior to a vice commandant, skipping the two ranks of "team leader" and "senior team leader," would be something they wouldn't dare to dream of.

But for Cheng Han, everyone felt that there was nothing he couldn't do.

*

Late that night.

When the season cycled to the scorching summer, the warriors arrived at a "landmark" section inside the Spirit Leaf Handle.

This was a huge cavity, with a width and height of no less than three kilometers, and a super giant pillar more than three hundred meters thick stood in the middle.

Looking around, the scene was extremely spectacular.

In technical terms, this was - the Spirit Handle Node.

Arriving here meant that more than 90% of this section of the Spirit Leaf Handle, which was more than 80 kilometers long, had been cleared.

This also meant that the mission was nearing its end.

As long as they passed through the Spiritual Handle Joint and advanced another five kilometers, they would reach the spiritual branches under the jurisdiction of the Dao Palace, at which point the mission would be completely over.

Mu Zhenghao, another vice centurion sent by the Second Battle Group, grinned widely, his old face beaming: "In the past, it would take at least four days to reach the Spiritual Handle Joint, but this time it only took one day."

Hearing this, everyone's gaze locked onto Cheng Han in unison.

Everyone knew that the fundamental reason for such speed was this genius teenager.

Cheng Han was just about to speak when a vision suddenly appeared before his eyes:

Just as the large group of warriors passed through the empty cavity, the giant pillar suddenly began to shake, and visible air currents appeared out of nowhere.

"Whoosh~"

The wind howled violently.

A tornado that swirled around the giant pillar took shape.

Most of the warriors didn't have time to dodge and were immediately swept into the terrifying tornado.