There were three people chasing with enthusiasm, rushing into the crevice from which the river emerged.

They were: Luo Xing, Yan Hu, and Ye Chu.

All of them were of the seventh rank and extremely interested in the Blood Path.

The Blood Path belonged to the legendary expert Kong Jinwa.

A seventh-rank Blood Path expert who possessed complete skills and an inheritance for the Blood Path.

Despite the strength and grandeur of the Blood Path, no one dared to say they used it, after all, because it was a Demonic Path and revolved around killing.

Some of the greatest and most powerful had secretly preserved it or destroyed it.

Meaning it wasn't available to everyone, and that was a problem that caused it not to be widespread or even sold openly.

But Clark wanted to steal it due to his desire for money, and perhaps to start his own source of income.

But naturally, things were difficult for him. In the river, with enemies swimming behind him.

He knew he was being watched, but he pretended to be foolish.

Also, seeing that there were people following him inside the river made Clark quickly realize how abundant the resources here were.

But he had to hinder his pursuers. Of course, he knew he couldn't face them all; after all, he was a mortal with a fake immortal rank.

So what could he actually do against enemies like these? Of course, flee and sabotage everything in his path.

Clark knew that Immortals weren't easily deceived and wouldn't accept him, especially after his name "Zo Long" had spread.

Zo Long, who defeated the immortal cultivators of the Liu Clan, who were considered seventh-rank experts.

Who would trust him? Of course, they would attack him with deep killing intent...

In fact, Clark had a simple summary of relationships and interests:

• For me, there are two types of humans: Ants... and those I must kill.

•Ants: Their lives don't concern me as long as the ant doesn't bother me, I won't bother to step on it.

•As for those I must kill: These are the ones who will cause problems for my plans, or who refused to give me something. Automatically, I will target them.

•From the righteous path's perspective: This is a demonic method, theft, and unjust killing.

•But for me: These are just benefits. Even in killing, there is benefit. It's like managing nations!!!

•Nations on Earth have assassinated some important figures, either because they refused to offer something they wanted, or because those important figures tried to harm them.

•The matter is deep, executed by the deep state, not the visible form. You can deny anything; you don't have to admit submission as long as your inner self remains hidden. There are two types: the visible and the hidden. The hidden part of you, no one knows except you, while everyone knows your visible side, but no one knows your hidden side. This makes the process of investigation, tracing, and gathering evidence against you difficult. This is what's called the "Iron Fist in a Velvet Glove" method—the velvet exterior is kind, while the iron interior is harsh...

Clark continued advancing quickly, swimming powerfully while using "Sword Rush" to accelerate his swimming.

But he found dry land.

And the place was good for fighting.

But Clark was thinking a lot.

He didn't have a way to create a hidden attack.

But he found that using the "Giant Hand" of the Theft Path would be useful.

The place where Clark was located was extremely spacious.

And there was also a corpse. But Clark didn't rush to go to it; he was more interested in creating a difficult trap for the approaching enemies who would appear in moments.

It was due to his high attainment in the Star Path, which made ideas appear with terrifying density and then be destroyed, only for other ideas to replace them.

Until he settled on a good idea.

He observed the composition of the earth, then began to ascend.

The place was spacious and resembled a giant well inside the earth.

And the top of the well was an extremely fragile surface.

If Clark's punch hit it, an entire mass of earth weighing a whole mountain would fall on their heads.

But this would cause the river to be completely cut off.

As is clear to me now: this river flows here. Either the source closes, or the water surges with greater force, causing crazy casualties.

As for me, I don't care what will happen.

But that man's corpse is more interesting. I will proceed with my plan now...

Clark rushed toward the corpse. Only bones remained, but Dao Marks were prominent on them.

And also, there was no trace of any Extreme Moves.

Clark was shocked.

Do Immortal-level Extreme Moves... die?!!

He was terrified. He possessed many wonderful immortal-level Extreme Moves and immortal treasures, and he couldn't bear to lose such insane combat power due to his lack of information.

Therefore, urgently, he stored the corpse in his fake immortal subconscious and rose upward, out of the well's opening.

It was like the upper floor that takes you out of the river and makes you appear on dry land.

The three had appeared.

And they were extremely puzzled. No one appeared before them, as if Clark had disappeared.

But when they used their sensing methods, they quickly learned of his presence at the mouth of the well.

Luo Xing rushed to chase Clark from inside the well's crevice.

But his giant blue fist appeared.

And with a Bam! it made him crash into the ground with crushing force, turning him into a bloody paste.

And made the ceiling fall on his companions, who died miserably, crushed to powder!!!!

Clark paid them no mind and began examining the skeleton.

He wanted to know what this thing was about.

But he didn't have a single method to solve this dilemma.

But he remembered he possessed Mao Hua's will.

He shouted loudly in his mind:

• "Mao Hua!"

•"Yes."

Mao Hua replied with complete coldness. She was watching through Clark's eyes.

He asked her:

• "Now, tell me: How can I understand this inheritance?"

•"Well, by reading the Dao Marks. There's a mortal-level Extreme Move that allows you to do that, called 'Dao Sense'."

Clark's mind sank into thought, then he asked another question:

• "Then, what about immortal-level and mortal-level Extreme Moves? How do I feed them so they don't die?"

Mao Hua launched into explaining the details to Clark, who literally sank his mind into worry.

He thought he was extremely rich, and that his money would mostly only be used for fighting.

But he realized he was just a frog at the bottom of a well, and his money would be used to buy food for his immortal-level Extreme Moves.

The matter was complicated and bewildering.

It made Clark think that he actually needed to become an Immortal and start his trade in earnest.

But first, he had to meet three conditions:

First: Resist a heavenly calamity.

Second: Possess a Master's attainment in any path.

Third: Gather the Tripartite Qi: Earth Qi, Heaven Qi, and Life Qi.

And place an immortal-level Extreme Move as the core for the new world belonging to the Immortal, so there would be a type of immortal subconscious.

And thus, he would create an Immortal!!!

But after all, he had to bear the matter.

The good thing he knew was that it wasn't yet time to feed his immortal-level Extreme Moves.

Each immortal-level Extreme Move needed to be fed every two years.

There was no difference between them in their appetites. They all had the same appetite.

This made Clark relax a little.

But it didn't solve the problem. Within a year, he had to prepare the matter urgently and quickly, without any delay or wasted time.

This made him tense up a bit, but he expelled those thoughts from his mind.

Because the refinement competition was tomorrow.

Clark rushed, flying urgently to the refinement conference.

He didn't head to the Wu Clan; instead, he traveled to the place himself.

He felt his independence after solidifying his power well.

But combat power for Clark wasn't the primary factor. Having a formidable combat power but being unable to use it was literally a joke.

Therefore, he felt a bit displeased.

But by possessing Mao Hua's will, he felt he had solved his problem of lacking information well.

After all, Mao Hua was an exceptional Immortal, and she could help him—it wasn't a distant matter after all.

Within half a day of setting off at an illusory speed, Clark arrived at the refinement competition.

A full week had passed—in fact, the last round of the refinement conference had taken place.

Two people were waiting for him: An Er and Jin.

The two were looking at him: one with a competitive gaze, the other with a hateful gaze.

Jin, of course, was the one looking at Clark with hatred.

While Clark's gaze held a bit of arrogance, making Jin feel disgusted. He felt Clark was advancing at an illusory speed that made him sense an impending danger.

Clark, all the time, was like a guillotine approaching to cut off his head—a miserable end he didn't wish for himself.

Meanwhile, An Er, on the other hand, was excited to crush Clark's arrogance.

Clark descended and greeted the two.

Jin spoke through gritted teeth:

• "So, it seems you were enjoying your travels."

Clark laughed and then said:

• "Of course, I was enjoying it very much."

•"You, An Er, after the round, we will begin our personal duel."

An Er replied curiously:

• "What? Do you expect to defeat me? After all, my mother prepared me well."

Clark laughed and then answered:

• "Oh, your mother, I can meet her."

• "Why?"

• "In my opinion, the news hasn't reached your mother, so I want to inform her!!!"

•"And also, she needs to do something important!!!"

An Er agreed.

And she felt curious, while at the same time, her heart sank into darkness. She sensed that Clark possessed bad news!!!

To be continued...

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