Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 611 - 591: Extracting the Nectar

The sky was filled with giant ants surging like a flood.

Zhou Leng strolled leisurely, carefree and composed.

Just by glancing at the giant ants, the dense "Heart and Mind Shadow" appeared before his eyes, and his arms and hands naturally exerted force, attacking from the most suitable angle.

The realm of Heart and Mind Shadow had reached a state akin to 64-to-1.

With each move, 64 different techniques would appear in front of him, and if Zhou Leng didn’t actively choose, his body would instinctively use the most correct one based on his current realm.

This was the result of countless trials and training, becoming a subconscious behavior.

Zhou Leng walked forward while brandishing his sword and knife.

The giant ants witnessed a peculiar scene.

This human’s hands, like a child flailing a large stick, swung wildly.

Alarmingly, the nearby giant ants rushed toward the edges of his blades, precisely aligning their necks with the sharp edges.

Initially, Zhou Leng was entirely focused on the giant ants.

But gradually, he began to perceive himself, observing his martial arts.

His combat awareness, his realm, had surpassed the edge of the First Layer to reach a Grandmaster’s Second Layer of Finding Flaws.

Everything has flaws, even the Ten Thousand Laws have flaws.

Each knife and sword strike targeted the flaws of the giant ants.

Know their flaws and take their lives.

By the time Zhou Leng reached the door, the ground behind him was covered with thousands of giant ant corpses.

In the eyes of other races, the Giant Insect Race seemed to be emotionless puppets, executing orders from above at any cost.

Fearless of life and death, devoid of joy and sorrow.

But now, the remaining giant ants lay on the ground, slowly retreating.

Their antennae trembled wildly, and panic glistened in their eyes.

In the distance, the sun was setting.

This human arose like a nightfall.

"Smart enough, tell your Ant Queen, an old friend comes to visit, why refuse them from a thousand miles away? Lead the way. I don’t want to destroy this place, after all, my friendship with the Ant Queen shall last forever." Zhou Leng spoke in Tree-man language.

A humanoid giant ant stepped forward, extending an arm like a human servant to guide Zhou Leng.

"Please..."

It uttered in an odd Tree-man language.

The nearby giant ants were utterly terrified; since when could giant insects speak Tree-man language?

With the giant ant in front and Zhou Leng behind, they traversed the twisting passages and passed through a large gate to see an enormous, familiar space.

The plump Ant Queen lay on the ground, her vast eyes gazing over.

Numerous male ants and giant ant generals stood nervously beside the Ant Queen, the trembling of their wings revealing their inner fear.

Zhou Leng smiled, "Hello, we meet again."

"Hiss..." The Ant Queen emitted an inexplicable sound, filled with anger, but more so with fear.

Last year, the Blood of Tyranny descended and took half of the radiant insect juice; it wasn’t even a big deal.

But the Spiritual Power of the Blood of Tyranny was too overwhelming. Even without acting, a mere gaze plunged her into half a year of terror.

That hellish time had just passed, and now another enemy appeared.

Remembering last year’s events, new and old grievances combined, she initially wanted to act.

But discovering this human’s strength through other giant ants, she panicked.

His body strength was incredibly terrifying.

Clearly a Martial Artist, yet able to sweep through the army without using True Qi.

Very possibly a human Grandmaster.

Zhou Leng stepped forward, saying, "Rest assured, I always keep my promises. If I say I’ll take only half, I’ll take only half."

"Hiss..." The Ant Queen growled in anger.

"My senior brother took the Blood of Tyranny; can’t I take it?" Zhou Leng glanced at the Ant Queen, walking straight to her side.

With his right hand using the Power of the Void-Breaking Finger, and consuming a little starry True Power, he lightly poked.

Pfft! Created a big hole.

Zhou Leng was prepared, inserted a tube, aligning the tube’s end with a large demonized bottle below.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Colorful radiant juice flowed through the tube into the demonized bottle, the sound brimming with the joy of harvest.

The Ant Queen initially wanted to struggle, but feeling the mysterious force cut through her like a white blade through paper, she relented.

That power was more magical than the previous terrifying Blood of Tyranny.

The Ant Queen turned her head, communicating with soothing Spiritual Power.

"Please keep your promise."

"If I deceived you this time, how could I face coming next time? Don’t worry."

"Ah..."

The Ant Queen and the giant ants were dumbfounded.

In a long silence, Zhou Leng took exactly half of the Ant Queen’s radiant juice, at least twenty tons.

The once plump Ant Queen’s body shriveled significantly.

Zhou Leng secured the demonized bottle, saying, "Alright, no need to see me off; focus on producing radiant juice. By the way, your aphid honey and ant eggs are nice; I’ll take some back as gifts for friends."

Zhou Leng grabbed the preceding giant ant, having it guide the way.

Soon, Zhou Leng, loaded with spoils, continued on his way.

Inside the ant nest, the Ant Queen roared to the sky.

Move!

Zhou Leng ran all the way, running a full fifteen thousand kilometers, finally reaching the Old Fertile Land.

With the identity of an "Ancient Tree-man," he sought an Ancient Tree Fossil distribution map from the Tree-man here, then began rapidly traversing the forest.

Previously, the sensing distance for Ancient Tree Fossils was already far; now, it increased again, surpassing 200 meters.

After running ten kilometers into the Old Fertile Land, he sensed the first Ancient Tree Fossil.

Taking a palm-sized bronze carriage from the Magic Spirit Bag, he gently threw it.

The bronze chariot landed and enlarged, the two bronze horses neighed softly.

Zhou Leng jumped onto the carriage and started it.

The entire chariot was enveloped in earth-colored Earth Element, splitting the ground and quickly diving downwards.

Diving down 30 meters, a piece of Ancient Tree Fossil appeared on the wall of the chariot, about half the size of a fist, its surface resembling decayed tree roots, emitting a peculiar fragrance.

Zhou Leng reached out to pick it up, ascended to the surface, and continued searching.

Three minutes later, another piece.

Five minutes later, he obtained five pieces in one go.

Ten minutes later, a super-sized Ancient Tree Fossil the size of a human head was collected.

A thought of starting a stone mining company here emerged in Zhou Leng’s mind, but he shook his head and continued to search alone.

The Old Fertile Soil was once the old territory of a Mother Tree, and it was rare for the Tree-men to allow their kind to excavate here, large-scale mining was impossible.

Zhou Leng stayed peacefully in the Old Fertile Soil, constantly excavating Ancient Tree Fossils every day.

In the Magic Spirit Bag, the Ancient Tree Fossils accumulated at a speed beyond the imagination of others...

The Old Fertile Soil was supposed to be peaceful, far from the battlefield.

Yet during the days of Zhou Leng’s excavation, more and more Insect Race and demon scouts appeared near the Old Fertile Soil.

The Tree-men realized the problem and dispatched their Tree-man army to start a thorough investigation.

Rucheng.

The newly appointed Jiang Governor Zhao Cong used extraordinary means to rope in some people, suppress some, and discipline others, stabilizing the Jiang regions.

Afterward, he began to vigorously promote reforms, with the slogan "If you don’t reform, you’ll lose your head," inciting cheers from the populace.

Countless citizens believed that good days were coming. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Ruda.

Feng Wenhao, wearing Martial Guard attire, walked heavily in the campus.

He thought that becoming an Apprentice Martial Guard would lead to a smooth future, but unexpected events occurred.

Just a few days ago, a rumor spread in the Martial Guard Bureau.

The current Martial Guard commander Wang Boxiong had offended the new governor Zhao Cong.

This news wasn’t deadly, but what was deadly was Zhao Cong’s criticism of Rucheng Martial Guard Bureau’s rough conduct at the Jiang Conference.

Combining these two pieces of news, Feng Wenhao had a bad feeling.

New emperor, new ministers.

He himself was born in the Martial Arts Hall and was already considered Wang Boxiong’s direct line.

If Wang Boxiong got into trouble, he likely wouldn’t be able to turn official.

Though he had been busy recently, the subsidy was large, allowing him to post on social media about feasting and drinking.

Now, he felt numb.

The phone rang.

He looked down; it was Hu Yi.

"Hello, Hu Yi?"

"It’s me. Um... I recently encountered some difficulties, can you lend me five thousand, not much, just five thousand."

Feng Wenhao looked ahead in confusion, taking a while to react.

"Didn’t you say your dad was captured by the Demon Worship Sect during work, and the company was doing well and would pay compensation?"

"No more."

"Why?" Feng Wenhao asked.

"In response to Governor Zhao Cong’s call for reform, we need to marry off beautiful women first. So the company restructured from public to being managed by the chairman, general manager, and new shareholders personally."

Feng Wenhao was dumbfounded: "Huh? Poor management is understandable. But what I don’t understand is, it’s the same group managing the company, can changing it make it better? Normally, if it’s really bad, shouldn’t those responsible be replaced?"

"There’s deep water inside; I asked many people, there’s no hope. Also... I might go to another place; I lost my job too."

"Huh?" Feng Wenhao was stunned even more.

"The number of online taxi services has increased so much that our taxi company is doing worse, constantly losing money, then in response to the reform, to safeguard people’s livelihoods, we were acquired by Rucheng General Transport Company, and many were dismissed, including me."

"Hmm? Wasn’t General Transport public?"

"Yes. Our company was owned by the Rao Family before, then became the Zhao Family’s, and now it’s been acquired."

"I don’t understand how one can sell outward and buy inward, how can both make sense?"

"You’ll understand in a few years."

"So where do you plan to go?"

"I’m going to find my uncle and drive at the mines."

"I heard some major mines are entirely run by Demon Spirit Puppets." Feng Wenhao spoke softly.

"So I’m going to middle and small mines; it should be fine."

"But... it’s dangerous."

Hu Yi smiled and said: "I didn’t understand why so many people risked their lives to go underground, to work on high voltage lines, now, I understand. It’s like how I particularly didn’t understand why my parents always ate unhealthy leftovers. Until yesterday, I found supplements expired for three months, drank them without hesitation, and understood."

"Wait for me, I’ll transfer it to you immediately!"

After all, Hu Yi was a student with limited subsidies. He borrowed from several friends, gathered five thousand, and transferred it to Hu Yi.

Feng Wenhao looked at the last 50 remaining in the card balance, wanting to cry.

He knew Zhou Leng definitely had money, but considering his miserable state, he decided against it.

That money was for retirement in the latter half of life, not a penny could be lent.

Ahead, the class monitor Wei Hong walked over.

Feng Wenhao’s eyes lit up, and he ran over with short steps.

"Old monitor! How about we make a bet, a month’s meal money..."

Shuizhou Demon City, Tree-man Base.

Li Shenkong returned to the Tree-man Base, breathed in the fresh air, feeling quite happy.

These days, he was constantly worried.

After sending the Divine Sword home and letting his sister keep it, he suddenly felt much at ease.

Although his sister kept pestering him to touch the sword, he guarded it like a thief, but it was better than worrying about outside thieves.

Without the sword behind him, the world felt broad.