Abundant Martial Arts Virtue

"Guess."

The moment this familiar voice rang out, Qiong's aura completely deflated.

He had finally arrived!

In such a manner, he had traveled hundreds of miles through the wind disaster and returned to her side.

Qiong gestured to everyone around her not to attack.

"Arian, can you come in? Or do you need my help?"

She asked worriedly.

"No need, I can manage these few steps," Wu Xiaode said.

After the mecha broke down, Wu Xiaode disassembled the special steel pieces and welded them into a box.

It might not serve other purposes, but it could withstand the wind disaster.

Thud, thud, thud, thud—

The metal box hopped and bounced toward the shelter.

As it reached the entrance of the shelter, the metal box suddenly vanished from sight.

A young man appeared before everyone.

"Be careful!"

Qiong couldn't help but shout.

—After all, that was the edge of the shelter, where one could be brushed by a smattering of wind and sand.

Once hit by it, one would be instantly stripped of flesh and blood!

Wu Xiaode, as if unaware, stepped forward toward the center of the shelter.

The wind and sand—

Flew past behind him, narrowly missing and almost devouring him.

"You're injured,"

Wu Xiaode observed as he looked at Qiong.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious," Qiong said.

She couldn't hold back any longer.

Before her words finished, she had already stepped forward to gently hold one of Wu Xiaode's hands and turned back to say:

"Everyone, it's alright now."

Facing pairs of inquisitive eyes, she took a deep breath, her chest heaving up and down, but she couldn't utter those words.

"Boss, who is this?"

One of her subordinates asked.

All eyes were on Qiong and the young man she was holding hands with.

Qiong slowly released Wu Xiaode's hand, her expression indifferent as she said:

"I once had a brief encounter with this gentleman. His strength is beyond doubt, but I did not expect him to come here."

She turned her head again and gave a bow to Wu Xiaode, "Welcome here, sir."

People turned their gaze back to Wu Xiaode.

But Wu Xiaode was carefully inspecting Qiong's wounds.

—Her injury seemed troublesome.

Otherwise, why would she seem so warm a moment ago and then suddenly want to distance herself from him?

We've only met briefly...

Was she afraid of getting him involved?

...Hehe, how silly.

Wu Xiaode's lips curled up into a slight smile, he stepped forward, pulled Qiong into his arms, and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, she's just teasing you guys; actually, I am her—"

"He is my master!" Qiong spoke loudly, interrupting.

Like a silent ruckus, it exploded among the crowd, spreading rapidly and even reaching every professional through the monitors in the entire underground air-raid shelter.

Wu Xiaode looked at Qiong.

Qiong bit her lip and said, "Master, I am the slave you purchased at a high price, am I not?"

—A slave can be abandoned or sold at any time.

If you have a grudge against a slave, there's no need to antagonize her master, and you could even buy her from her master.

Wu Xiaode was somewhat speechless.

What kind of mess had this woman created, and how many people had she offended?

"Hey, everybody,"

Wu Xiaode waved at the crowd, then immediately took Qiong's hand and walked inside.

"Arian?" Qiong asked.

"Your injury needs to be treated, don't delay any longer, go to where you live, now," Wu Xiaode said.

Qiong fell silent for a moment.

A surge of inexplicable warmth spread from her heart, making her entire tense body tremble, turning even the pain in her wounds into pleasure.

That's right.

This indubitable feeling.

Arian, oh Arian.

You are my breath, the meaning of my existence, an irreplaceable ecstasy!

Neither the End-Corpse Pile Mountain, Simon, nor the entire Destruction Council stands a chance against you.

You are the embodiment of power, my man.

—Even if I were to die right now, I'd want you to be my man!

As an aura stirred within her, Wu Xiaode immediately noticed.

He had no choice.

In matters of battle, almost nobody was as sharp as Wu Xiaode.

This was the talent on which he had always relied to survive!

"She has a death wish... Maybe her situation is worse than I imagined?"

Wu Xiaode tightened his grip on her hand, quickened his pace, and whispered:

"Is there any danger here?"

"Not for the moment," Qiong responded.

Wu Xiaode grew even more puzzled and glanced at her suspiciously.

"Listen, Arian, my injuries may not be curable," she spoke softly.

"Nonsense, I am a senior healer of the Holy Side; when we reach your room, I'll heal you," Wu Xiaode said.

The two suddenly stopped.

The second line of defense.

Numerous professionals were blocking the way.

General Chatham's order was clear: all new professionals must wait for a complete inspection before entering the air-raid shelter," one professional said.

"Inspection..." Wu Xiaode frowned.

"It's a mechanism in place to prevent deliberate trouble, involving background checks, just some questions, and identity verification," Qiong quickly explained.

Wu Xiaode glanced at her.

This woman was afraid he would misunderstand and start trouble with the forces of the entire shelter.

Since she had that concern—

—Then the professionals here must be quite powerful.

"We can't delay treating your injury any longer."

Wu Xiaode said.

"It's alright, we're not in a hurry for this moment," Qiong replied with a gentle smile.

She communicated telepathically:

"You know that nowadays everyone is affected by the world's rules and can only fight with the same strength, right?"

"I know," Wu Xiaode communicated back.

—This rule she referred to was "love, dreams, world peace."

Under this rule, everyone's health bars, strength, agility, etc., were all the same.

"But there are skins that can enhance strength, do you know about this?" Qiong continued telepathically.

"I know," said Wu Xiaode.

Qiong warned:

"Don't confront the professionals from the anti-air hole head-on; some of them have powerful skins. For example, General Chatham, his skin has already reached the level of 'Centurion.'

"What are the effects?" Wu Xiaode asked with interest.

"Strength and agility are increased by 1.7 times, plus some special effects I don't know about," Qiong said gravely.

1.7 times.

That means strength +1.7, agility +1.7.

Under the rule of "love, dreams, world peace," when he fights others, it's like two and seven-tenths of him taking on another person.

—He could practically kill the opponent easily.

By the way, what was mine again?

Wu Xiaode looked towards the Book of the Dead, only to see its pages had already flipped open, revealing the attributes of his skin:

"Gatekeeper of the Ning Shen Temple in the Immortal Peach Orchard of Kunlun Mountain."

"Effects:"

"Strength +9;

"Agility +9;"

"Spiritual power +7;"

"World affinity +1;"

"Skin's special authority:"

"Evil Spirits Retreat."

"Description: When fighting ghostly beings, all attributes are doubled, and there's also the option to 'banish' a ghost back to the depths of Hell (once per hour)."

—It looks like the "Heaven" skins truly differ quite a lot from those of the "mortal realm."

Even at the moment he first obtained the "Ning Shen Temple Warrior" skin, his attributes were only +3.

Hmm...

No wonder activating the Divine Position skin of Heaven at that time depleted 60,000 points of merit.

It was merit, after all!

No wonder the prompt rune said at that time:

"Be content, for by leaping to become a Heavenly True God and obtaining a 'Heaven' attribute skin, you have surpassed billions of living beings."

All of a sudden, Wu Xiaode remembered something and asked, "Qiong, what skin do you have?"

"Initial Level Ranger, all attributes +1.5."

Qiong said, her eyebrows suddenly furrowing.

Wu Xiaode felt something amiss and immediately looked above her head.

A bar of her health had dropped.

Qiong noticed it too and quickly took out a pill, popped it into her mouth, and swallowed it.

In a moment.

An unhealthy red color appeared on her face, which then disappeared in an instant.

—If this were before, she would have never dared reveal this in public.

But now there was no alternative.

The incident of her bleeding had been seen by everyone, so there was no point in hiding anymore.

"Hasn't healed yet? Who did this to you?"

Wu Xiaode asked.

"A powerful ghostly being—I killed it, that's how I got the 'Initial Level Ranger' skin, but I also suffered a wound that cannot heal," Qiong said.

Just then.

Several figures squeezed through the crowd from behind.

The person in the lead was sturdy, wearing a leather jacket, bald, clearly a society boss type of character.

"I'm Chatham. The other three strong ones are here too, I'll introduce you later."

Chatham pointed to the other professionals behind him.

"Hello, I'm Arian," said Wu Xiaode.

"Arian? Good, then according to the established procedures, we need to—"

"Hold on a moment."

Wu Xiaode interrupted him, casually taking out a gold brick and placing it on Qiong's wound.

"Heavenly Father pities all, many hardships; with this Holy Power, I remove for you."

He silently recited a Holy Magic incantation.

—This was his old expertise, though he hadn't used it for a long time.

A Holy Light emerged at Qiong's wound, which soon vanished completely.

Qiong's wound showed no change.

"Eh?" Wu Xiaode was surprised.

One of the professionals behind Chatham let out a cold laugh and said,

"It's not that simple. Her wound is mixed with curses, diseases, and demon curses, as well as ghostly evil magic damage. A mere basic Holy Healing Skill cannot be effective."

"You're right," Wu Xiaode nodded.

—It was unexpected that she was so gravely injured!

Chatham said with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "Young man, don't be overly idealistic. Your meager Holy Light Power hasn't been upgraded; it's just the most basic healing skill at the bottom tier and cannot save her—you should proceed with the review first."

Wu Xiaode gave him a look.

The man spoke calmly, but he was publicly suppressing Wu Xiaode.

But it didn't matter.

He was right; the overly weak and thin Holy Light couldn't handle such a wound.

So then—

Whirl!

Countless golden sands fell from the Void, burying Qiong inside.

"Heavenly Father, this is a donation. Let's do this again."

Wu Xiaode chanted aloud:

"Ah, great Heavenly Father pities all, many hardships; with this Holy Power, I remove for you."

Boom!

Dazzling Holy Light shot into the sky, turning the entire underground shelter as bright as day.

In an instant.

All light disappeared.

As everyone came to their senses, they saw that the golden sand burying Qiong had also vanished without a trace.

Qiong stood there, renewed.

She looked heroic and exceptionally stunning.

She reached out and touched her wound.

—There was no wound at all!

Wu Xiaode took out a cigarette, lit it, placed it in his mouth, and spread his hands with a smile towards everyone:

"Sorry, you guys were actually pretty good with your words, but you completely don't understand the true essence of our Holy Side—"

"In the future, don't talk about the Holy in front of me, or I'll kill you one by one with gold bricks."