CHAPTER 489: CHAPTER 457: TAKING STOCK OF THE HARVEST

This time, with Lu Yuanshan’s strike, the battle merit points he obtained reached 3,740 points.

In the coming day, Lu Yuanshan’s Qi blood magical power remained at its peak, allowing him to deal with demon beasts without worrying about magical power consumption.

He continuously unleashed big moves, and any Tier One or Tier Two demon beasts could not withstand a single blow from Lu Yuanshan.

As for Tier Three demon beasts, there were two or three around.

Against demon beasts of this level, Lu Yuanshan could only avoid them from a distance.

Once, after clearing out more than ten Tier Two demon beasts, an early-stage Tier Three demon beast suddenly charged and launched a fierce attack on Lu Yuanshan.

Faced with attacks of this level from demon beasts, Lu Yuanshan didn’t even consider resisting, and, under Lu Ping’s suggestion, used the Wind Thunder Wings at full speed, crazily channeling magical power, and turned into a stream of light to flee far away.

The attack from the Tier Three demon beast made Lu Yuanshan feel powerless to resist, while secretly resolving in his heart to reach Crystallization as soon as possible.

"You sure can run fast. Once you Crystallize, you’ll have the capability to face that demon beast."

"For now, it’s best to honestly go kill those Tier One and Tier Two demon beasts."

Lu Ping teased through communication.

Lu Yuanshan gave a bitter smile and didn’t speak, quickly following Lu Ping’s guidance to another gathering spot of demon beasts, starting another cleanup.

As time passed by, reaching the next day, the number of demon beasts Lu Yuanshan killed continued to increase.

It wasn’t until after he killed a Late-stage Foundation Establishment demon beast and felt the sustained effect of his internal power disappear that Lu Yuanshan gradually stopped his hands.

He looked at the sky, and it was already noon. Lu Yuanshan pondered for a moment, then unfolded his Wind Thunder Wings and flew towards the garrison area by the Black Flood Dragon River.

Upon returning to the garrison at the Black Flood Dragon River, Xuu Qingci, Xu Shouye, and Lu Zhiwei all came to meet Lu Yuanshan.

"Haha, Lu Daoist, it’s been a whole day and night, and you’re finally back."

Xu Shouye laughed heartily, looking Lu Yuanshan up and down a few times.

According to the patrol rules, a team that goes out to patrol usually does so for a duration of one to three hours, and it’s not meant to last an entire day.

Lu Yuanshan went out to patrol and was gone for a day without sending any message back, leaving those unaware to think he had perished outside.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Lu Yuanshan smiled lightly.

At this moment, he wasn’t concerned with how long he had been out but was rather eager to see what he had collected in those storage bags from Black River Town.

"This time, the patrol took me farther than usual."

"Though I’ve cleared out any demon beasts within a hundred-mile radius that I could, be sure not to let your guard down in future patrols."

Lu Yuanshan explained cautiously, briefly stating what he had accomplished during this patrol.

Hearing Lu Yuanshan’s words that he cleared numerous demon beasts within a hundred-mile range, Xuu Qingci and Xu Shouye were somewhat surprised.

Patrols are meant to examine the surroundings for demon beast presence and clear out potential threats.

Lu Yuanshan’s patrolling area reached a whopping hundred-mile radius.

This scope was over three times bigger than their usual patrol area.

Moreover, according to the estimate of Xuu Qingci and Xu Shouye, at least six to eight hundred demon beasts existed within a hundred miles.

By that account, the demon beasts Lu Yuanshan eliminated this time must have numbered at least six hundred.

This Cyan Mountain Sect Leader is certainly bold and decisive.

Not wanting to dwell more on the patrol subject, Xu Shouye brought up the communication fireworks, enquiring whether Lu Yuanshan understood the situation during his patrol.

Lu Yuanshan’s communication fireworks were personally witnessed by Xuu Qingci and the others.

They were all curious about what had occurred there.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuanshan shook his head calmly and said, "This, I do not know. Perhaps fellow men were attacked by demon beasts."

Saying this, Lu Yuanshan expressed solemnity and stated, "With only a dozen days left until the end of this garrison mission, we must not be careless."

"Naturally."

Xu Shouye also gradually assumed a serious demeanor.

Xuu Qingci, by the side, nodded silently.

Recalling the scenes of destruction he witnessed in Black River Town, Lu Yuanshan figured it was crucial to maintain secrecy.

At least, it’s best not to disclose this in front of outsiders like Xuu Qingci and Xu Shouye.

It’s necessary to have a guard up against others.

"As for this matter, there will surely be news released later. For now, it’s not something we need to concern ourselves with; our primary goal is to complete this garrison mission."

Xu Shouye declared.

After concluding their brief conversation, Lu Yuanshan went on to rest.

In a short while, Lu Zhiwei, Lu Ping, and the others were within the same communication channel, beginning to discuss accounting the spoils.

Lu Yuanshan’s harvest in Black River Town was not small; perhaps he acquired something remarkable.

Upon learning about Lu Yuanshan’s action of gathering treasures in Black River Town, and that the communication fireworks were released by him, Lu Zhiwei was a bit surprised.

Big brother’s patrol this time seems to have been quite fruitful.

Lu Yuanshan spent time narrating what he encountered in Black River Town to Lu Zhiwei, who, upon hearing it, also held high expectations for Lu Yuanshan’s harvest.

More than three hundred cultivators’ storage bags, along with numerous magical artifacts; such gains are enormous.

Lu Yuanshan and Lu Zhiwei decided not to account for their Black River Town gains in the garrison area.

Instead, they left the garrison area together, finding an abandoned village nearby with a dilapidated house, and set down isolation restrictions.

Lu Ping floated beside them, standing guard while observing.

With a swish of his sleeve, Lu Yuanshan let out a flash of light, and upon closer inspection, a pile of storage bags appeared on the ground in front of them.

These storage bags were piled together, almost forming a small hill, varying in color and size.

Several bags were still stained with fresh blood, a daunting sight.

"I kept track of these during collection; there are a total of 316 storage bags."

"Plus, there are 341 magical artifacts."

"Let’s sort out these storage bags first, as magical artifacts are easy to account for."

As Lu Yuanshan spoke, he gestured Lu Zhiwei to start by picking up the bags and clearing them of any residual divine sense.