120: Chapter 120: Setting Off to Explore the Ruins

The system's hidden task prompt had been flickering in Wang Sheng's vision for three whole days.

The golden text, like a horn call from afar, became increasingly clear within Wang Sheng's surging spiritual power senses.

From its initial flickering, it was now as distinct as an imperial decree etched onto his retinas.

He sat before the window on the third floor of the Chiefs Tent, the morning light reflecting off the surface of the Lingxi River outside, weaving a faint web of light across the Savage Beast skin map like golden threads.

The coordinates of the Ancient Battlefield Ruins were like the most striking red star on the map.

Thirty miles north-northwest, deep in the Savage Beast Forest, in the direction of the Shadow Clan stronghold.

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Hidden Task · Confirm

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[Task]: Explore the Ancient Battlefield Ruins · Beginner

[Coordinates]: Deep in the Savage Beast Forest · 30 miles north-northwest

[Difficulty]: ★★★

[Estimated Rewards]:

· Ancient Inheritance Fragments

· Tribe Contribution Points + 500

· Unknown Architectural Blueprint

[Prerequisites]:

· Barbarian General Rank 1 or above ✓

· Tribe Level: Tribe ✓

· Proof of Military Victory ✓

[Recommendation]:

Form an elite squad to proceed.

The ruins contain ancient inheritances, but also dangerous traps.

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Wang Sheng took a deep breath, the Barbarian General Rank 1 golden spiritual power flowing slowly through his body like a golden river.

He could feel that the golden text of the hidden task contained something far more profound than the Beast Tide.

It seemed as if the oldest pulse of the Savage Continent was beating deep within the Savage Beast Forest.

He rolled up the Savage Beast skin map, walked down from the third floor of the Chiefs Tent, and pushed open the door to the council chamber.

Inside the council chamber, the core members had already gathered.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan stood before the Savage Beast skin map, her eyes—those of a Heavenly Strategist—scanning every coordinate on the map like the sharpest eagle, much like a chess player calculating a victory three moves ahead.

She wore a deep purple Savage Beast silk robe, the cut of which was as precise to every arc as the layout of a Heavenly Strategist.

The dark silver belt around her waist cinched her slender waist like the most precise pivot, and every step she took was like the most accurate move on a chessboard.

Shen Xun'er sat beside the main seat at the council table, her moist apricot eyes as a Moonlight Priestess filled with tenderness and worry, like the subtle ripples on the surface of the Lingxi River under the moonlight.

The moon-white Savage Beast silk dress outlined her gentle, moon-like body with the precision of the most exquisite paintbrush, tracing a graceful silhouette.

Murong Xue leaned against a pillar in the council chamber, her new silver armor reflecting the spiritual stone light like a flowing silver mirror.

Her brown ponytail was tied high like a silver flag, and her resolute face held a vigilance that had never faded since the Beast Tide, as if the tiny scratches on her silver armor were reminding her that the wilderness had never truly been quiet.

Zhao Linger lay on the council table, her large, round eyes uncharacteristically serious, like the clearest musical string vibrating within the most solemn melody.

Under her light green Savage Beast silk short shirt, her petite body lay on the Savage Beast skin tabletop like a soft willow branch.

"Exploring the ruins cannot be solved by brute force alone." Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan raised her eyes from the map, her sharp gaze landing precisely on Wang Sheng's face.

"Traps, secret passages, and mechanisms require keen perception and agile movements.

I suggest a five-person squad: Wang Sheng, you provide main combat and Holy Light purification; Liu Ruyan is responsible for scouting and trap identification;

Xiao Yuqing for long-range firepower and sentry duty; Zhao Linger for spiritual sound detection and communication relay;

And one more, Warm Sun Warlock Wen Qingxue, a disciple of Hua Jieyu, who can provide continuous healing within the ruins."

Her eyes landed on the Savage Beast skin map like the most critical piece on the most precise chessboard.

"Five elites, no more, no less, flexible in action but with sufficient combat power.

The ruins are not a battlefield; too many people will just be a burden."

Wang Sheng nodded, the golden light in his brown eyes flickering like two miniature suns in the spiritual stone light of the council chamber.

He looked toward the dark corner of the council chamber, where there was a shadow untouched by the spiritual stone light, like the quietest corner in the wilderness.

"Liu Ruyan."

From the shadows, a figure emerged silently, as if moonlight were seeping out from behind the clouds.

Liu Ruyan wore form-fitting night-travel gear, the dark purple Savage Beast silk clinging to her slender, willow-like body.

It was like a second skin, outlining every perfectly proportioned curve in a way that made one's blood boil.

Her slender waist was small enough to be grasped, like a soft willow branch in the night wind bending into the most elegant arc, especially those rounded curves on her chest.

Full and firm like a blooming flower, the form-fitting cut of the night-travel gear highlighted her chest contours like two undulating snow-capped peaks.

With every breath, the dark purple Savage Beast silk seemed to flow over her like gentle moonlight, the soft fabric trembling slightly with the rise and fall of her chest, as if a quiet water surface were being gently stirred by hot breath.

Her hips under the night-travel gear were as round and firm as a full moon, and her long legs, wrapped in the gear, were like two drawn thin swords.

Every step was like an elegant dance move upon the spiritual stone floor, leaving one unable to stop their imagination from running wild.

Most charming were her eyes—those misty, smoky eyes, which in the spiritual stone light of the council chamber, were like two of the deepest pools, and once met, one could never look away.

Her willow-leaf brows were like two light strokes of a distant mountain, her phoenix eyes slightly upturned like the most dangerous curve in the shadows, and her lips, like dots of cinnabar, were like the last trace of rouge in the dark night.

Her features were of the most exquisite kind among classical Eastern beauties, like a silent painting hidden in the shadows for too long, finally illuminated by the spiritual stone light.

That breathtaking beauty was like a quiet flower in the shadows blooming in the most unexpected moment, revealing a countenance that made one hold their breath.

"I can detect the traces of the Shadow Clan in the ruins the moment they appear."

Her voice was like smoke drifting through the shadows, soft but clear, without a trace of excess emotion, much like the dagger of a Phantom Assassin without a single unnecessary arc.

"Let me go with you."

Wang Sheng looked into her misty, smoky eyes, his heart stirring slightly.

Since crossing over, Liu Ruyan had always been the quietest presence in the Bright Tribe, like a shadow within shadows, but she was the one who stood up at every critical moment.

Discovering the Shadow Clan traces at the Myriad Races Market, discovering the Beast Tide and internal intelligence, discovering and destroying the Shadow Eye, and tracking the Shadow Clan's communications to discover the Savage Beast Forest stronghold.

She never fought, never snatched, and never claimed credit,

But her existence was like a shadow behind Wang Sheng, forever guarding the brightest light in the darkest of places.

"Okay." His voice was firm and unquestionable.

"This time, you will walk in the lead."

After the council meeting, on the second floor of the Chiefs Tent.

Shen Xun'er was packing supplies for Wang Sheng, her moist apricot eyes as a Moonlight Priestess filled with tenderness and worry.

She folded the Savage Beast silk cloak and placed it into the Savage Beast skin travel bag.

Her slender, fair fingers paused for a moment at the collar of the Savage Beast skin vest, like the gentlest touch of moonlight on the Savage Beast skin.

The warmth of her fingertips passed through the Savage Beast skin to his shoulder, like the gentle water of the Lingxi River flowing over a hard stone.

"You must return safely." She said nothing more, only resting her forehead gently against his shoulder, silent and tender.

As she bent over, the moon-white Savage Beast silk dress flowed like moonlit silk over the curves of her body.

Her slender waist, wrapped in the long dress, revealed a gentle curve,

And the curves of her chest, as she bent over, were like two mountains shrouded in moonlight, casting the softest shadows on the Savage Beast skin vest.

Wang Sheng reached out to wrap his arms around her waist, the thick golden spiritual power and the Moonlight Priestess's silvery-white spiritual power interweaving between them like a quiet river,

As if the sun had found its gentlest belonging within the moonlight. "I will definitely return safely."

Shen Xun'er looked up slightly, moonlight swirling in her moist apricot eyes like a ray of moonlight reflecting off the Lingxi River in the morning sun, finally finding the direction it most wanted to illuminate.

The corners of her mouth curved up, like the subtle but warm ripples of moonlight falling on the surface of the Lingxi River.

"I will be waiting for you in the soft, warm bed tonight."