Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Instead, Task 1: The progress of defeating more than 20 plane powerhouses has jumped forward two more squares, becoming: 71/20.

Previously it was 47.

Over the past days, Ding Ling has been fighting in all directions, and indeed has faced a considerable number of first-class and above formidable generals.

There were even two super-elite ones.

But most were second-class.

Compared to the talent-packed Jiuzhou Land.

The number of experts in areas like Xianbei and the Western Realm was much less.

Although there were quite a few first-class experts, they were scattered everywhere, sparse and not as concentrated as in Jiuzhou.

Even so, Ding Ling’s progress bar kept rising.

So much that after defeating Tong Yuan and Wang Yue.

The progress bar reached 71.

Far exceeding the target progress of 20 more.

But Ding Ling needed to defeat the strongest on the plane to complete the target.

He originally thought the mightiest person in this world would surely be one of Wang Yue or Tong Yuan.

Unexpectedly.

It wasn’t them.

Who could possibly be stronger than them?

Ding Ling asked this question.

Wang Yue was quite astonished too, pondering for a while before saying:

”We boast ourselves invincible on earth. Of course…”

He glanced at Ding Ling:

”Now that you’ve appeared, it made us realize that our so-called invincibility against Celestial Human Realm powerhouses is just a joke.”

He was feeling a sense of urgency:

”I hope to break the shackles and enter the threshold of the Celestial Being in my lifetime.”

Ding Ling offered his blessings.

Wang Yue chuckled, continuing:

”If neither of us is the strongest in the world, then only one person might be stronger than us.”

”Who?”

”Zuo Ci Zuo Yuanfang!”

Wang Yue and Tong Yuan exchanged a glance and almost spoke the name in unison.

”Zuo Ci?”

Ding Ling mused:

”This person is like a Divine Dragon, seen its head but not its tail. I have looked for him too. But it seems he leaves no trace in the mortal world!”

”Only leave it to fate.”

Wang Yue sighed:

”Why are you in such a hurry to find him?”

Ding Ling didn’t mention it was for a task, just said he wanted to witness his Tao and techniques.

”You’ve reached the Celestial Human Realm and are still unsatisfied.”

Tong Yuan complimented:

”Deservedly so, a natural War God!”

He added:

”In these days, discussing with you the various difficulties and doubts of the Celestial Human Realm, and you also taught me the Inner Refining Breathing Technique.”

He glanced gratefully at Ding Ling, affirming:

”I now have a strong premonition that when I master the Inner Refining Breathing Technique, it may be the time I break into the Celestial Being’s threshold.”

”I have the same feeling.”

Wang Yue nodded:

”So I’m planning to retreat for a period of cultivation.”

”In that case, I won’t disturb the two seniors.”

Ding Ling cupped his hands in farewell:

”I also have something to tend to in Chang’an, so I will not intrude further.”

...

Ding Ling left Penglai Mountain.

He left under Shi A’s expression of wanting to speak yet keeping silent, and reluctance to part.

Ding Ling did not invite Shi A to leave with him.

Though he could see Shi A wanted to follow.

But as the heir of the Sword Sect and the irreplaceable choice to oversee Penglai Mountain,

If he left, who would protect Tong Yuan and Wang Yue in retreat?

Who would guide the disciples all over the mountain?

Ding Ling naturally couldn’t be so selfish.

Furthermore, he already had enough followers.

Because of this, even after rescuing Cai Wenji from the Xiongnu, he didn’t add her to his group of followers.

Compared to heroines like Diao Chan and the others.

Cai Wenji was much more frail.

And her martial talent wasn’t impressive either.

Most likely, she wouldn’t be able to keep up with Ding Ling’s pace in the future, and Ding Ling naturally didn’t want someone who would be a drag.

This was secondary.

The main reason was still the lack of deep feelings between him and Cai Wenji.

He had been with Da and Xiao Qiao, Diao Chan, Du Qingcheng, and the others for over a year, and had deep feelings, naturally willing to bring them along.

They were also willing to give everything for him.

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A group of people rode their horses on a journey.

Passing through Quyang City, Ding Ling and his group stopped at an inn to rest, and he saw a familiar figure.

”Ding, Ding, Young Master Ding!”

The figure’s owner had delicate features like a fairy, yet her face was constantly marked by worry.

Until the moment she met Ding Ling, her worried face instantly relaxed, overtaken by a thick mix of surprise and confusion.

”Zhen Jiang.”

Ding Ling was surprised, not expecting to meet her here.

This was a woman who initially stirred some feelings in him.

Back then, he even had thoughts of marrying her!

But looking back now.

He realized he had a loser mindset back then!

Being single for too long, upon encountering someone as gentle, understanding, kind, and beautiful as Zhen Jiang, it was understandably hard not to lose composure and be moved!

It’s like a starving person suddenly eating a hearty meal, finding it the most delicious food in the world!

Back then, Ding Ling was simply single for too long; though he wasn’t enamored with just anyone he saw, seeing someone like Zhen Jiang – sweet, kind, endearing – he surely liked her.

After all, he was a normal man who had been single for a long time.

Yet, after over a year, nearly two years.

Looking at Zhen Jiang now.

He no longer had the same mindset he once did.

The difference in power and status had subtly changed his perspective unknowingly.

”You!”

Zhen Jiang seemed to sense the difficult-to-bridge gap between herself and Ding Ling, her expression slightly freezing, looking shyly at Ding Ling:

”You, how have you been?”

”Come over and sit.”

Ding Ling noticed Zhen Jiang’s timidity, sighed inwardly, and beckoned her with his hand:

”It’s been almost two years. How are you and your father?”

Zhen Jiang, seeing Ding Ling actually gesture for her to come over, her eyes seemed alive again from their previous dead-glow.

Her face slightly flushed, head slightly bowed, obediently walked to Ding Ling, not daring to sit until Ding Ling prompted her twice, cautiously sitting diagonally across from Ding Ling, neither too close nor too far.

A perfect distance.

Ding Ling asked her questions about her life,

And she answered stiffly like a robot.

But Diao Chan was sharp; seeing the raised veins on Zhen Jiang’s hands clenching her clothes, she knew she was extremely nervous, shy, bewildered, and anxious.

’She must be in love with my master.’

Diao Chan thought, ’Should I help her get with my master?’

In this society.

The emperor having three palaces and seventy-two consorts was the norm.

As a First-Rank Prince.

Ding Ling naturally could marry as many as he wished.

Diao Chan, Da and Xiao Qiao, Du Qingcheng frequently attended to Ding Ling, in the eyes of outsiders, they were already considered Ding Ling’s women.

They thought so themselves!

Thus, they naturally and willingly did things for Ding Ling like making his bed, washing his feet, tasks typically done by a wife.

Ding Ling refused yet enjoyed it.

Refusal because it feels outrageous!

Is he, a dignified man, incapable of washing his own feet?! Did he really need Diao Chan and the others to specially wash them for him?!