169: Don't delay me from brushing the copy

Although possessing the Mythical Equipment Forging Book meant Song Ming didn't need to go through the many complex Artifact Refining steps like an Artifact Refiner.

However, continuously injecting Mental Energy into the Mythical Forging Book for over five hours still left him feeling deeply exhausted.

Moreover, during this process, Song Ming also needed to constantly melt zombie cores and throw them into the furnace to increase the success rate of forging.

Therefore, after successfully forging, he rested for a long time before recovering.

However, the reward was naturally astonishing.

The bonuses and special effects of the black gold dragon ring made Song Ming very satisfied.

Especially the Mental attribute bonus, which directly pushed his current Mental attribute value to 29,000.

This was almost more than double that of a magic-type Professional of the same Rank.

One could only say that it truly lived up to being Mythical equipment.

It was awesome.

Early the next morning, after a night's rest, Song Ming's Mental Energy had fully recovered.

And with the blessing of the Mythical equipment, it had even improved further.

After a simple breakfast at the academy cafeteria, Song Ming unhesitatingly took out the small white jade pagoda and teleported into the Instance Dungeon Palace.

There were still three days left until the opening ceremony, and only after the opening ceremony would God Yi take him to the Black Land.

So, with nothing else to do, Song Ming once again came to the Instance Dungeon Palace.

Although he currently couldn't complete the Five-Turn quest, and his Rank was locked at Rank 100, the experience gained from normal soloing dungeons would still be stored.

It would only be extracted after the Five-Turn quest was completed.

Soloing dungeons was definitely not a problem, and he could use this time to accumulate more experience.

As Song Ming entered the Instance Dungeon Palace, it naturally caused a considerable stir among the surrounding students.

He was now considered a semi-celebrity within the academy.

Not only did he frantically break the clear records within the Instance Dungeon Palace, but even the large-scale special dungeon, Endless Snowfield, was a piece of cake for Song Ming.

A clear time of seven hours.

It was estimated that no team would be able to break this record for at least a hundred years to come.

And looking back, there was no one who could even come close.

It was truly unprecedented and unmatched.

Song Ming was somewhat accustomed to the slightly fanatical gazes of the people around him.

He didn't pay too much attention and headed straight for the dungeon portal.

As his Rank reached Rank 100, the number of dungeons available for him to choose from became fewer and fewer.

Aside from dungeons above Rank 100, there were only two or three suitable dungeons left.

However, Song Ming wasn't picky.

Even a mosquito's leg is still meat.

As long as there was a dungeon to clear, he didn't mind the quality of the dungeon.

After all, with his current strength, soloing a dungeon below Rank 100 probably wouldn't take more than ten minutes.

Within the same amount of time, other teams might only be able to clear a dungeon once, but Song Ming estimated he would have cleared it ten times in a row.

This meant that within the same amount of time, Song Ming gained ten times or more the experience and loot compared to others.

Naturally, he didn't care about the quality of the dungeon; he cleared them very quickly anyway.

Just as he was about to pay the credit and enter the dungeon portal, someone suddenly walked out from behind Song Ming and blocked his path.

He frowned, his expression very displeased.

If he wasn't in the academy, he probably would have already thrown a skill.

Because what Song Ming could least forgive was anyone who hindered him from clearing dungeons and grinding experience.

The person wore a blue and white uniform with a lifelike white tiger embroidered on the chest.

Standing in front of Song Ming, he smiled slightly and introduced himself: “I am Qiao Mu, from White Tiger Academy. Our boss wants to see you. Come with me.”

Song Ming's Face grew even uglier, and he said in a deep voice, “I don't care who your boss is. Get out of my way right now.”

“Don't delay me from clearing dungeons!”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Mu's Face instantly turned cold.

He had never seen an ordinary student so arrogant.

Usually, even members of other first-class academies would give their boss some Face.

But this person in front of him, not only did he not know who their boss was, but he also dared to speak so wildly.

He really needed a lesson.

However, remembering Song Ming's record of soloing large dungeons, Qiao Mu still forcibly endured and said with a dark Face, “You probably didn't hear what I just said clearly. Our boss is Bai Tian. He wants to see you. You should at least give him this Face!”

Song Ming didn't speak, but a purple flame flower appeared in his palm.

With the appearance of this purple flame, the surrounding temperature rapidly soared.

Waves of heat continuously radiated outwards from Song Ming's palm.

Qiao Mu, who was closest, only felt a burning sensation all over his body, as if he was about to be ignited.

A great fear instantly arose in his heart.

He had no doubt that if this purple flame landed on him, it would absolutely burn him until not even a speck of bone remained.

“You, you, you… don't be impulsive, we can talk things over!”

“Anyway, I've delivered the message. You're on your own!”

With that, Qiao Mu hurriedly ran to the side, instinctively casting a defensive skill during the process.

A light blue shield completely enveloped him.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief; if Song Ming were too impulsive, he would at least have time to react.

Seeing Qiao Mu leave, Song Ming immediately put away the Purple Celestial Flame in his palm and unhesitatingly stepped into the dungeon portal.

Qiao Mu's Face alternated between green and pale at the sight.

So Song Ming was deliberately playing with him just now, his purpose being to make him look foolish.

Qiao Mu looked at the mocking expressions on the Faces of the surrounding Professionals and was instantly furious.

But he didn't dare to actually settle scores with Song Ming.

After all, that purple flame had genuinely brought him the threat of death.

Standing there for a long time, he finally let out a cold snort.

“You've offended our White Tiger Academy. You'll get what's coming to you in the future!”

With that, he turned and left the Instance Dungeon Palace.

The surrounding Professionals watching the spectacle immediately started chattering.

“As expected of the great master, he doesn't even put White Tiger Academy in his eyes!”

“Hmph, what's so great about that? If I had the great master's strength, I'd be even more arrogant than him!”

“Bai Tian is the White Tiger Academy dean's grandson. Can Song Ming, an ordinary student, afford to provoke him?”

“Bai Tian had been preparing for a long time to break the record of the Endless Snowfield and to get the heart of infinity. Now that someone has snatched his prize and humiliated him like this, it would be strange if he could sit still!”

“What do you think Bai Tian will do to the great master?”

“Although private duels are forbidden within the academy, with Bai Tian's power, plotting against an ordinary student would be easy!”

Everyone spoke one after another, clearly worried about Song Ming's future situation in the academy.

White Tiger Academy was a first-class academy with many experts within it.

Song Ming didn't even give Bai Tian any Face, and with his petty nature, he would definitely seek revenge!