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Su Ningqiu opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

The first level Snake-level corresponded to a First Fiend Martial Saint. However, in terms of actual combat strength, demons were much stronger than human martial artists of the same level.

“There’s also Ji Qingshuang, who’s ranked 17th. Do you know that she’s only 20 years old this year? She’s the youngest among the people on the rankings.” Su Tianqi pointed at the top of the rankings and continued.

“A year ago, she obtained the recognition of the Ji family’s Grade 3 divine weapon, the Seven Evil Mask Fragment. In just a year, she broke through two realms from the Bind-level five-vein realm and became a peak expert with seven perfected veins.”

“The most outstanding genius of the Ji family, Ji Baiwei, was recognized by the Seven Evil Mask fragment two years ago. She’s only 19 years old this year. I heard that she’s already starting to break through the Snake-level bottleneck. If she rushes to the rankings, she’ll probably be able to enter the top ten directly.

“…” Su Ningqiu fell silent. Even if she did not choose the path of martial arts, it was not easy to obtain the recognition of the divine weapon.

The descendants of aristocratic families could be said to have succeeded with divine weapons, but they had failed with divine weapons.

Once they were not recognized by the divine weapon, the upper limit of most descendants of aristocratic families was the seven veins of the Bind-level.

Although this level was considered the upper echelons of the aristocratic family, for people like her and Su Tianqi who were born with powerful martial arts talent, it was better to walk the path of martial arts than to bet on obtaining the favor of a divine weapon.

At the very least, the upper limit of the current martial path was the Seven Fiend Martial Saint, which corresponded to top ninth-level Snake-level experts.

However, as a descendant of an aristocratic family, she was still very envious when she heard that Ji Baiwei had started to break through the Snake-level bottleneck at the age of 19.

For a moment, all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined in her heart. She felt extremely frustrated and dejected.

“Cousin! Su Tianqi suddenly shouted.

“Cousin?” Su Ningqiu suddenly came back to her senses.

“These people are the most outstanding batch of people of the same age in the entire East Victory Continent. We can treat them as targets, but don’t compare ourselves to them directly! What we have to do is take every step well and be down-to-earth,” Su Tianqi said earnestly.

Su Ningqiu clearly had a mental demon. This was the most fatal thing for martial artists.

“Cousin, I’ve learned something.” Su Ningqiu cupped her fists and said solemnly.

The path they had chosen should be firmly walked down. Everyones starting point was different. There was no point in forcefully comparing.

What the two of them did not notice was that in a private room on the third floor of a luxurious restaurant a hundred meters behind them, a young man in purple luxurious clothes was holding a wine glass and listening to the conversation between Su Tianqi and Su Ningqiu with interest.

His expression was arrogant. His white eyebrows that were slanted into his temples made him look like an unsheathed sword, filled with a domineering and fierce aura.

“As a descendant of an aristocratic family, it’s extremely stupid to give up the advantage of bloodline and choose martial arts.” An old man carrying a huge black box stood beside the young man. He was very disdainful of Su Tianqi and Su Ningqiu’s opinion.

‘Everyone has their own way of living. My way of living is to climb to the top and look down on all living beings.”

The young man chuckled and downed the wine in his glass.

“Young Master Qi is so ambitious!” The old man had an envious expression. As a fellow member of the Murong family, he had once given up his bloodline advantage and chosen the path of martial arts. In the end, he stopped at the Second Fiend Martial Saint Realm and regretted it.

Towards someone with a powerful bloodline, his heart was filled with complicated emotions.

“Let’s go, Sword Slave.” Murong Qi glanced at the top of the Qilin Ranking one last time. With his hands behind his back, he turned around and went downstairs.

In fact, he had already arrived at Yuan Chang County ten days ago. However, compared to the mission issued by the Hundred Spirit Sect and the Murong Family, he was more concerned about challenging the experts on the Qilin Ranking.

As tor the Furious Flood Dragon Gang and Han Zhao, they could be destroyed with a flip of their hands. They could just find a time to come to the door. Lu

Yingxuan could not escape.

Fanlin Town, 150 kilometers away from the prefecture capital.

It was drizzling, and a luxurious carriage slowly drove on the spacious street in the center of the town.

In the end, the carriage passed through the town and stopped outside a quiet and elegant manor not far from the town.

At this moment, at the entrance of the manor, more than ten martial artists in black clothes were lined up on both sides. All of them were holding large black umbrellas with tense expressions.

“Miss Qingshuang, we’ve arrived.” The middle-aged woman driving the carriage jumped down from the carriage and knelt on the ground. Her body was lying on the ground so that her back was level with the ground.

“Yes.” A clear female voice came from the carriage. Then, the curtain was lifted, revealing a beautiful face.

The woman was about 20 years old. She was wearing a slim white dress, and her graceful and beautiful figure was perfectly outlined. Under her beautiful calves, a pair of smooth and soft jade feet were exposed.

Before she was drenched in the rain, the surrounding martial artists raised their big umbrellas and surrounded her.

Ji Qingshuang looked at the stone ground that was washed by the rain and frowned slightly. She gently stepped on the middle-aged woman’s back.

Immediately, two maids brought her boots and helped her put them on.

A group of people surrounded Ji Qingshuang and entered the back hall of the manor.

Ji Qingshuang came to the main seat. The middle-aged woman took out a cloth from the Sumeru Pouch in advance and wiped the already clean chair. Then, she took out the white mutated beast fur and placed it on it.

Ji Qingshuang sat down, and everyone stood in front of her with extremely respectful expressions.

“Miss Qingshuang, this is the information we’ve investigated. Murong Qi arrived at the prefecture capital ten days ago, but he didn’t attack the Furious

Flood Dragon Gang. He only visited the Zheng family..”