158: Above the sky!

The Wilderness.

In General Hu’s small courtyard, Li Wenjun still sat there, sipping tea, seemingly appreciating some scenery.

He seemed to be staring at the sky, his gaze deep, as if trying to see through everything.

Only when General Hu returned did Li Wenjun withdraw his gaze and pour him a cup of tea.

“Delivered?”

“Indeed, after much trouble, I just returned from Shengjing.”

“Why are you staring at the sky again? What’s so good to see up there?”

General Hu sat down casually and drained his tea.

“Those are gods; naturally, we must guard against them.”

“What about gods? This world isn’t chaotic enough. If they really dare to come down, we’ll just fight them. Who’s afraid of death?”

General Hu still had an indifferent expression, and Li Wenjun couldn’t help but laugh helplessly upon hearing him.

“The Human Race has billions of lives. This war would be a definite loss. It’s already good that we can maintain the current situation.”

“Unless Xia Yuan is still alive, we still have a one-in-ten-thousand chance of winning,” Li Wenjun sighed deeply.

Be it Void Creatures, demonic beasts, or foreign races.

For the world, these are only minor crises.

The true crisis lies above the Void Realm, where gods gaze upon all living beings.

“Xia Yuan was indeed a peerless Genius of the Human Race, but we’re not bad either. He’s gone, but the world still turns,” General Hu, being an old veteran, did not agree with Li Wenjun’s words.

“That’s different. Ultimately, our foundation is still too weak,” Li Wenjun shook his head and continued.

“The entire Awakening era, from its beginning until now, has only been a little over five hundred years, and only one Xia Yuan has emerged, and he’s gone missing, his life or death unknown.”

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this; it’s disheartening.”

General Hu refilled Li Wenjun’s cup, and the two drank together, both their expressions turning solemn.

Xia Yuan once brought hope to the Human Race, but now, that hope is becoming increasingly faint.

After a long silence, Li Wenjun glanced meaningfully at General Hu’s shoulder. “This child, Xia Qi, it seems you truly want to cultivate him. You even got him a Life Tablet?”

“Aside from a Life Tablet, I can’t think of anything else that would make you drop from a Five-Star Dragon General to a Four-Star.”

General Hu had indeed gone to great lengths.

He even gave up his identity as a Five-Star Dragon General.

To leave a trump card for Xia Qi, he expended a large amount of military merits to exchange for a Life Tablet.

Others might not know its meaning, but Li Wenjun was very clear.

In his space, there was an identical general’s badge, purplish-gold, with five shining stars.

General Hu waved his hand, unconcerned. “This kid has a future. Perhaps in the future, he’ll be the next Xia Yuan. Forget about Xia Yuan; it’s better to cultivate this kid.”

“Too many of our Human Race’s Geniuses have already died. We must leave him some trump cards.”

Li Wenjun nodded, sipping his tea. “He should have gone to the Dragonkin Camp dungeon, right?”

“He definitely went. The mission I gave him was to get some Materials from the Dragon Clan. He had to go, whether he wanted to or not.”

General Hu’s smile returned. When he talked about Xia Qi, he was in a very good mood.

He had already paved the way for Xia Qi; Xia Qi just needed to follow it.

“The Materials you need will only drop on nightmare difficulty or higher. Aren’t you making it difficult for him?”

“What’s wrong with nightmare difficulty? He can solo the Fallen Land. A small Dragonkin Camp is just a piece of cake for him.”

“Hmm, that’s true. I just worry this kid won’t be content and will choose Infernal Level.”

Li Wenjun slowly sipped his tea, chatting casually.

Pfft!

As soon as he said this, General Hu spat out a mouthful of tea a long distance away.

Hiss!

It seemed this kid really might do something like that.

...“He shouldn’t be that suicidal, right?”

“You never know. After all, did you ever think he’d take 39 people into the Fallen Land dungeon by himself?”

Li Wenjun’s words made General Hu depressed.

He suddenly felt that the exquisite tea in his cup no longer tasted good.

“A Life Tablet! It wasn’t for him to waste like this!”

General Hu instantly felt his heart bleeding. “If I had known, I should have reminded him not to go to a Infernal Level dungeon.”

“Now you remember? What were you doing before? It’s too late.”

Li Wenjun looked at General Hu with amusement; he loved seeing General Hu make a fool of himself.

General Hu hung his head, his mind now filled with the scene of Xia Qi choosing the Infernal Level dungeon and then consuming the Life Tablet.

“Oh, why did I forget to remind him?”

Seeing General Hu’s dejected expression, Li Wenjun’s smile grew wider. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

Every time he teased General Hu, he found it particularly amusing.

“Old Wei, can a Life Tablet imprinted with one’s spirit be refunded?”

“Or, could you help me speak up and get my general’s stars back?”

“Haha… I don’t have that much Face. But don’t be too dejected. What if this kid passes it?”

Li Wenjun stood up and patted General Hu’s shoulder, seemingly comforting him, but in reality, striking at his heart.

“Impossible!”

General Hu blurted out, a subconscious reaction.

A Infernal Level dungeon was not something a normal person could clear. In his heart, he didn’t believe Xia Qi had any chance of passing.

Because, up to now, under the Rank restrictions, no one had ever cleared a Infernal Level dungeon.

Including them, in their youth, they couldn’t clear it either.

This was the difficulty of Infernal Level; it could be called a certain death situation.

Except for Xia Yuan, that anomaly, that’s another story.

After he turned 18, this guy was like a cheat, there was almost nothing he couldn’t do.

Li Wenjun also stopped talking, just quietly looking at General Hu.

A moment later, General Hu finally said in a deep voice, “If he passes, the benefits would be immense.”

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Dragonkin Camp.

A Green-skinned Dragon Man, holding a demonic Dragon blade, stood majestically on a high place, constantly chattering in the common language of the Dragonkin.

“Faster, put them all into the sacks, put in more.”

In the dragon nectar fruit growing area, dozens of female Dragonkin were rapidly picking the bright red fruits.

They were excellent at farm work and quickly filled a sack, then neatly stacked the sacks full of dragon nectar fruit by the field’s edge.

Immediately, Dragonkin strongmen would come to carry them, then pile them uniformly in the open area.

“So many, Brother Saron is truly too kind.”

Looking at the dragon nectar fruit piled up like a mountain, Xia Qi felt a little embarrassed.

The Green-skinned Dragon Man’s name was Saron, which, according to their Dragonkin Clan, meant warrior or brave one.

“The dragon nectar fruit has a very fast growth cycle, otherwise, it wouldn’t be able to support so many of us Dragonkin.”

“Now the camp’s population has decreased by three thousand. The remaining thousand-plus Dragonkin can’t eat this much, and the excess fruit will only ripen and fall, then rot.”

“If you want it, take more; it’s fine.”

Upon hearing this, Xia Qi’s old Face flushed.

The three thousand fewer Dragonkin were precisely his masterpiece.

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