High-Level Chaos System

Chapter 45 High-Level Chaos System

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Gojo Satoru had been training at the Three-Step Pagoda for half a month.

At his level, normal arduous cultivation would hardly yield significant results; it would essentially be a matter of slow and steady progress.

With the support of resources, the meaning of arduous training becomes to quickly digest those resources and enhance one's strength.

In the first week, I focused on breaking through to the higher level of the Chaos System, spending three days filling the entire nebula before breaking through in one fell swoop.

The remaining time was spent using the Water of Life to temper the body and absorbing the Mind Stones to improve the spiritual realm; these two activities were carried out simultaneously.

This arduous training has elevated the Healing system to the second level of the advanced stage, and the Chaos system has broken through to the first level of the advanced stage.

The space system has only filled the second level of the higher order, and there is still a short distance to the third level.

Having reached the fifth and perfected stage of the spiritual realm, one could potentially enter the sixth stage at any time.

Gojo Satoru emerged from the Three-Step Pagoda.

In conclusion, this time entering the Three-Step Tower was much more effective than the last time; indeed, the poor are not worthy of practicing magic.

Those who believe that hard work guarantees success are simply too weak and don't need expensive resources at all.

The saying "the poor study literature, the rich study martial arts" perfectly encapsulates this harsh reality.

A mage with a powerful background can buy a lot of resources to absorb, while a mage without a background can only rely on fighting, grabbing and earning.

Otherwise, relying solely on meditation to slowly wear you down will only cause you to fall further and further behind until you can no longer see the former's back at all.

After this training, I need to go make money again; the 40 million I have on hand is simply not enough.

Gojo Satoru sighed and went to the Blue Sky Hunting Grounds to see if there was any suitable commission.

It's true that even a hero can be brought down by a penny. Money may not be everything, but you can't do anything without it.

……

Soon after, they arrived at the Qingtian Hunting Grounds and saw Lingling fiddling with her mini computer as soon as they opened the door.

"Good afternoon, Lingling." Gojo Satoru put aside his worries about not having money and greeted her.

"It seems like you haven't been here for quite a while. What have you been up to lately?" Upon seeing Gojo Satoru, Lingling couldn't help but look up and ask curiously.

Gojo Satoru walked to the water bar, mixing drinks as he replied, "I've been absorbing resources at school lately, what would you like to drink?"

"Cocktails," Lingling said casually, then lowered her head to continue researching.

"Let's have milk instead. You're still young, don't drink alcohol." Gojo Satoru carried two glasses of milk to the table, placed one in front of Lingling, and took a sip himself.

"What are you looking up?" he asked Lingling, who was constantly typing on the keyboard.

"Mo Fan is going to the North Corner of Zhuoyuan to find Yan Ji. I'm checking information right now. Do you want to come?" Lingling said without turning her head.

"Is there any money to be made?" Gojo Satoru asked directly.

If there's money to be made, it doesn't matter if I go to Zhuoyuan North Corner, since I'm doing commissions to make money anyway.

"Of course," Lingling said without hesitation.

"Okay, I'll go with you." Gojo Satoru said, holding up his cup.

He has no idea where to go; he's willing to fly all over the country as long as he has the money.

Seeing this, Lingling called Mo Fan to inform him that Gojo Satoru would also be going on this trip to the North Corner of Zhuoyuan. After hearing this news, Mo Fan's uneasy heart finally calmed down a little.

At this point, all team members have been confirmed.

The main characters are Gotsu, Zhang Xiaohou, Mo Fan, Ye Xinxia, ​​Zhao Manyan, and his cousin, who are all capable and experienced scouts.

Finally, there's my little helper, Lingling.

There are only seven people in the team, but they are definitely an elite team.

……

The group of seven flew directly to Dunhuang Airport and then walked outside.

Looking out, the vast expanse of yellow sand stretches to the distant horizon.

Amidst the yellow sand, the mounds, slightly brownish in color, rise in layers, some high and some low.

This area is very different from the south and east, appearing discontinuous, with the earth occasionally appearing on cracked fault lines.

To save energy, the seven people rented local camels used for travel to get to Zhuoyuan.

The distance wasn't far, just deep inside the boundary line, which the locals used to represent the boundaries of the area.

There are plenty of monsters inhabiting the desert and Gobi, so even a normal hunting team needs to be on high alert.

Upon reaching the boundary marker, the Wind Camel dared not venture any further. It was extremely timid, and the slightest whiff of demonic energy would send its legs trembling with fear.

The group released the camels and continued on foot.

"Roar~!!"

However, after traveling less than five kilometers, they heard a roar accompanied by a sandstorm.

"What bad luck! I've only just come in and I've already run into the local tyrant!" Zhao Manyan cursed.

"A warrior-level beast, do you want to practice your skills?" Gojo Satoru, wearing black sunglasses, was sitting on an invisible cube.

"Aren't you afraid you won't have enough magic power?" Mo Fan asked with a curious look.

"Yes." Zhang Xiaohou also found it strange.

Everyone was afraid of running out of magic, but this white-haired leader was different.

"The cost of this kind of minor magic is nothing compared to automatic absorption," Gojo Satoru said, shrugging.

"That's amazing?" Mo Fan was a little skeptical; he felt that even his four nebulae weren't enough.

"You haven't experienced the vast reserves of the galaxy yet," Gojo Satoru said with a smile, as if he could read Mo Fan's mind.

You can't spend it all, you simply can't spend it all!

"Hey, Sha Xiaohu is almost here, and you two still have time to chat!" Zhao Manyan's cousin, Chen Ying, said anxiously.

"What's the panic? It's just a general-level demon." Gojo Satoru casually waved his hand, imbuing it with spatial power.

Click!

Sha Xiaohu, who was 20 meters away, was directly cut in two by the invisible blade.

What's there to say if you just waved and said it instantly?

"That's amazing!"

Zhang Xiaohou, Ye Xinxia, ​​and Chen Ying were all astonished, as it was the first time they had seen Gotō Sō fight.

"As expected of you, Wu!" Mo Fan and Zhao Manyan exclaimed in admiration.

"Let's go." Gojo Satoru remained as lazy and nonchalant as ever.

"Aren't we going to check if Sha Xiaohu has anything valuable?" Mo Fan asked.

"No." Gojo Satoru shook his head.

He had already examined it with his six eyes; it was just an ordinary corpse.

"There's a remnant soul." Mo Fan walked to Sha Xiaohu's corpse and then came back to say.

"Keep it, you're going to level up your magic to level four anyway." Gojou Satoru looked at Mo Fan with a teasing expression and raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, how many level four spells do you have now?" Zhao Manyan chimed in.

"Fire and lightning elements, and we're currently working on shadow elements." Mo Fan didn't mince words.

"Damn, you're ruthless!"

Zhao Manyan was shocked, and the others in the team were also shocked once again.

"Keep going, stop talking," Lingling reminded her.

The group continued their journey along the undulating sand dunes.

This battlefield wasn't boundless; after walking for about a day, the land transformed into a Gobi desert dotted with countless exposed rocks.

The frequency of Sand Roaring Tigers appearing on the Gobi Desert has also increased. If it weren't for Gojo Satoru, the group would have no choice but to avoid them if possible, and fight them if they couldn't avoid them.

However, with Wu Tiao Wu there, all the group needed to do was keep walking, and no matter how many Sand Roaring Tigers came, they couldn't get within twenty meters.

Soon the seven people arrived at the area where the Sand River was located.

The Shawang River is a highland river that has been dry for countless years.

(End of this chapter)