Su Yue said grumpily.

"This scaffolding is ingeniously crafted, filled with primal wildness and considerable artistic value, yet it doesn't lack the ultimate application of physical knowledge."

"Su Yue, was there a Ninth Grade master behind you, guiding you to create such a magnificent piece of work?"

"Grand, spectacular."

"Even a Ninth Grade would find it difficult to make such a great scaffolding."

Cheng Dongfeng furrowed his brows, constantly expressing his admiration.

Everyone stared at Cheng Dongfeng with confused faces, especially Bai Xiaolong.

Aren't you afraid of getting mouth sores from lying like this!

You can praise Su Yue for his quick thinking, praise the practicality of the scaffolding, but this scaffolding is truly ugly.

Especially Bai Xiaolong.

He started to doubt this world, is honesty really wrong?

"Perhaps, this is just talent."

Su Yue sighed, with an expression of loneliness at the heights.

...

Next, Su Yue briefly introduced his recent extraordinary experiences.

Pathetically alone, using Beast-Selecting Sinew, hiding on a tree under the Yangxiang Race's cliff, cold and hungry, scared and lonely, shivering, not daring to come down, suffering the greatest hardships of the mortal world.

At this point, Jia Weisu even shed tears of sympathy, and the others also felt uncomfortable.

Then, Su Yue began introducing the main topic.

While suffering here, he witnessed the covert transactions of two city spies, also revealing that the source ore was a plot by Young City Lord Yu Jing City to subvert Lan Lu. They brought it here in the dead of night, waiting for Yu Jing City to take it away.

And his brilliant self secretly recorded the hiding place of the source ore.

This ingeniously crafted scaffolding was erected for the 50 carts of source ore.

Upon hearing this, the five from Cangyuan Sixth Camp lowered their heads in shame once more.

While Bai Xiaolong almost wanted to kneel before the great one.

Fifty carts of source ore, what a massive number.

At the current mining speed of once every 20 days, it would take the Yan Gui Corps three years to collect that amount.

Bai Xiaolong couldn't help but be indignant.

We're all human, how can there be such a difference in how we live?

Su Yue is still just a freshman, yet he was able to obtain such an extraordinary opportunity.

Yet he couldn't help but admire Su Yue.

Even learning such an obscure battle technique as Spider-Man, it's no wonder he's so lucky.

Indeed, opportunities are for the prepared.

If it were him, he might have died at the bottom of the cliff long ago.

Alas.

Envy can't come.

Then, Su Yue started introducing the Qi Nest Stone.

Through Jiao Qingyuan's foul mouth, Cangyuan Sixth Camp already knew the secret of the Qi Nest Stone, and after Su Yue's detailed explanation, they learned more details.

"I never thought, the secret to unlocking the Qi Nest Stone was actually the bodies of poison bees."

"We have been dealing with poison bees for years, five of us together could kill tens of thousands in three minutes, covering the mine is simply not a problem, poison bees are the least lacking here."

Wang Anhu said.

"But Jiao Qingyuan harbors ulterior motives, why insist on a second Qi Nest Stone, what is his conspiracy?"

Su Yue asked with a worried face.

This is something he still can't figure out.

The others also fell into silence.

"Everyone, try to recall Jiao Qingyuan's life over the past decade, see if we can find any clues."

Wang Anhu said with a serious expression.

"After Prince Qing rescued Jiao Qingyuan, he joined Cangyuan Sixth Camp, and three months later, this beast broke through to Grandmaster."

"For the next decade or so, he was always in the state of a reclusive practitioner, suppressing the mines, never living on Earth again."

"The only reason he returned to Earth was to pay respects to his former comrades at the West Martial Mausoleum."

Cheng Dongfeng said.

"Do you think... his target could be the mausoleum."

"With this beast's hatred for humankind, how could he truly go pay respects to his comrades?"

Kong Wulin's pupils suddenly contracted.

At this time, Wang Anhu suddenly stood up.

He remembered a terrifying detail.

Right.

Jiao Qingyuan is a reclusive practitioner; in these decades, he could have received a great deal of military remuneration.

But he gave up all money.

His only request was that every heroic spirit's name in the West Martial Mausoleum be inscribed with materials mixed with source ore powder.

According to Su Yue, the source ore only completely loses its parasitic nature after high-temperature quenching.

And quenching the source ore is a very complex process.

So when inscribing the heroic spirits' names, they used the most primitive powder and small stones, adding some cement.

The source ore powder in the mausoleum has not gone through any quenching at all.

"Leader, you've been to cemeteries in other cities, right?

"I found that only the West Martial Mausoleum has that peculiar cold atmosphere, even in midsummer, it feels like winter, and some families even have to wear thick clothes to pay respects.

"The military department said it was due to the source stone, but in my opinion, could it be because of the lower gas moth?"

Jia Weisu's heart beat frantically.

They already knew that the dust floating above the mines was, in fact, lower gas moths.

"Could it be that Jiao Qingyuan's other goal is to destroy the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum?"

Everyone exchanged worried glances.

This beast is simply insane.

To ordinary people, the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum is just a place filled with names of the deceased.

But to the Seven Great Armies of the Warring States, that place is comparable to the ancestral graves of all Martial Artists.

The beast Jiao Qingyuan's target is to unearth the heroic ground passed down for hundreds of years by the Yan Gui Corps.

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