70: It is better to rescue water ghosts than to offend the Dragon King

The saber light dissipated.

The scene was a mess.

Trees, stones, everything along the way had turned to ash.

Wang Hao's body was split into ten pieces, twitching weakly on the ground.

He probably never dreamed that the so-called 'split into ten pieces' would refer to his own body.

Lu Ming didn't care if he was completely dead or not; he immediately fired two lightning spears.

His spiritual energy was almost depleted, so it was always better to be careful.

After this battle, his urgency to develop his Qi Sea intensified.

Four-star martial arts were truly too draining on spiritual energy.

It was like having a powerful sniper rifle but no bullets.

He couldn't even enjoy himself!

After waiting for a while and confirming that Wang Hao had no chance of reviving, the killing intent on Lu Ming's body suddenly receded.

An Inspector of the Night Watch Division.

A Centurion of the Demon Suppression Army.

Anyone else would have felt the sky collapse.

But Lu Ming, still carefree, began to loot the bodies.

Regardless of their status, since they wanted to kill him, they should have been prepared to be killed in return.

Could it be that just because their official ranks were higher and their backgrounds stronger, he could only stand there and wait to die?

Lu Ming wasn't that spineless!

No matter your status, kill first, then talk.

As for whether there would be trouble afterward, that would depend on whose fist was harder and whose connections were stronger.

Looting bodies was a matter of metaphysics.

Fortunately, he had bathed in jade powder this morning before leaving.

However, when he opened Wang Hao's storage bag, his face still darkened.

And this guy was a Centurion of the Demon Suppression Army?

He couldn't even compare to those evil cultivators from the Five Yin Sect.

The entire storage bag was empty, except for some healing medicine and a black bone ring; there was nothing else.

But then again, Wang Hao had been on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races for years; he might die any day, so he naturally wouldn't be foolish enough to hoard resources.

And the storage bag of the heavyweight, Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling, was even more outrageous.

Collars, handcuffs, and whips... Lu Ming's mouth twitched, and he casually tossed these items back into the storage bag.

"Holy moly, Xie Jinyu really is a genius, no wonder Patrol Envoy Wang Lingling was so obsessed with him."

Indeed, the old saying was right.

To achieve prominence in public, one must suffer in private.

Xie Jinyu bore the title of a genius youth, but who knew how much he had sacrificed in secret.

By splitting him in half, in a sense, he could be said to have freed him from his sea of suffering, right?

Alas, my saber is still too merciful.

Three minutes later, Lu Ming's hanging heart finally settled.

Which meant that after killing the two of them, he still lost half a bottle of Spirit Nurturing Pills.

He kicked Wang Hao's remains at his feet and spat unhappily: "Just a pauper, a Centurion with no family fortune to speak of, and he still had the nerve to come and ambush me?"

Then, he took out the black bone ring and examined it closely.

The bone ring was about the thickness of a thumb, its body covered with twisted patterns, like some kind of scripture.

He tried to probe it with a trace of spiritual power; as soon as it touched the ring, a dazzling light erupted.

A transparent map was projected into the air.

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow: "Oh, wow, they even have holographic projection now; this makes it even less valuable!"

But complaints aside, Lu Ming's gaze was fixed on the floating holographic map.

The edges of the map glowed with a faint, ethereal blue light, and it was densely marked with many red dots and black lines; the most conspicuous was a red marker in the center.

It looked like the coordinates of some secret treasure or ruin.

Unfortunately, the map in front of him wasn't any place Lu Ming recognized.

He didn't think much of it and casually tossed it into his storage bag... By the time Lu Ming arrived at Dragon King Bay, the sun was already setting in the west.

The beautiful afterglow of the sunset dyed the river red, and Dragon King Mountain, standing by the river, seemed to be gilded with a layer of gold leaf.

Hundreds of excavators were working simultaneously at the foot of the mountain, their mechanical sounds roaring noisily.

The site had already been cordoned off by the Night Watch Division.

The logistics personnel responsible for patrolling immediately came forward when they saw Lu Ming: "Patrolman Lu!"

This logistics staff member was about thirty years old, and his eyes were full of awe when he saw Lu Ming.

Lu Ming raised an eyebrow; although he bore the title of the Night Watch Division, he was constantly on the move outside and didn't know many people within the Division.

But none of that mattered; it was enough that they recognized him.

"Where's Chen Ziliang?"

"He's fiddling with boats by the shore."

When the logistics staff heard the name "Chen Ziliang," a hint of envy appropriately appeared in his eyes.

They admired Lu Ming more because of his rising fame.

But as Chen Ziliang's status rose, their feelings were a mix of envy and regret.

At that time, they and Chen Ziliang were clearly on the same starting line, but because of their timidity and snobbery, they missed the chance to befriend this exceptional talent.

Lu Ming, naturally unaware of their thoughts, thanked him and headed straight for the shore.

Many unfamiliar figures were already standing by the shore, presumably the rogue cultivators who had rushed over after hearing the news.

Seeing Lu Ming in his black uniform, some looked solemn, while others showed disdain in their eyes.

Lu Ming ignored their gazes and scanned the shore, quickly spotting Chen Ziliang's figure.

Chen Ziliang was standing on a speedboat, attentively listening to the old captain impart driving techniques, occasionally asking a question or two.

"What are you doing?" Lu Ming called out to him.

Chen Ziliang heard the voice and suddenly looked up.

Upon seeing Lu Ming, his eyes instantly lit up, and he hurried over, his face full of excitement: "Brother Lu, you're here?"

As he ran, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed to the speedboat behind him, his tone tinged with excitement:

"Brother Lu, I'm learning how to drive a boat, aren't I? The Thousand Caves are connected to the underwater currents in the sea, and when the tide rises, seawater still flows in. Some places are easier to navigate by boat."

Chen Ziliang said, pointing his hand towards the north side of Dragon King Mountain, where a dark cave entrance could vaguely be seen, shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, exuding an eerie atmosphere.

"Look at the Thousand Caves over there. It's said that the branching paths inside are denser than a spiderweb. Before, some fearless rogue cultivators went in to explore; either they got lost and never came out, or they came out with some mental abnormalities, saying they saw shrimp soldiers and crab generals. It's very sinister."

"There's a Dragon King Temple on Dragon King Mountain, Brother Lu, do you think there's really a Dragon King living in these caves?"

As soon as Chen Ziliang said this, even the old captain hiding in the cabin couldn't help but poke his head out, his eyes showing a hint of agreement.

He had been sailing on the Jiangyin River for decades, and every time he passed Dragon King Bay, he felt a chill.

Simply because too many boats had met with accidents there.

Even more bizarrely, while the boats sank, not a single floating corpse was recovered.

The people of Great Xia believed in being buried in peace.

After the accidents, many people spent large sums of money hiring body recovery specialists, hoping to retrieve the bodies of their relatives.

But when the body recovery specialists heard it was a job from Dragon King Bay, they refused without hesitation, no matter how high the price.

Those in their line of work always had an ancestral rule: 'Rather recover water ghosts than provoke the Dragon King.'

Lu Ming, however, scoffed and patted Chen Ziliang's shoulder: "Dragon King? Even if there really is such a thing, aren't there experts from the White Tiger Bureau here? What's there to panic about?"

Despite his words, a hint of solemnity appeared in Lu Ming's eyes...