Chapter 3: The Ascension Palace

  The current "Bloodthirsty Sly Wolf" is no longer as fierce and violent as before, his state is very bad, it can be said that he is extremely miserable.

  His limbs were severed, a bullet pierced his chest, and blood gushed out of the wound like flowing water. In just an instant, he became extremely weak.

  "It's impossible, this is impossible, you were clearly shot, how can there be nothing wrong?"

  On the face of "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf", a deep despair and unbelievable anger appeared, looking at Zhao Ji walking slowly, loudly questioning.

  He stopped in his tracks, and a strange expression appeared on Zhao Ji's face as he chuckled and said: "Haven't you heard of bulletproof vests? Made in China, knockoff brand, but the bulletproof effect is awesome."

  "What, you're wearing a bulletproof vest... then why did you..."

  Zhao Ji's response was clearly unexpected by "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf", whose eyes floated with a hint of doubt.

  "You're asking me why I'm still dodging around, right? I'm wearing a bulletproof vest and shorts, but they can't protect my whole body. Besides, this way I can also numb you."

  Zhao Ji smiled to himself and said.

  "I see, I didn't lose unfairly."

  A hint of sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, a self-mockery. The gleam in the eyes of "Bloodthirsty Sly Wolf" faded away, as if he had completely given up.

  He eyed the "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf" for a few moments, his gaze fixed on his back, where he was carrying a medium-sized backpack. Zhao Ji's eyes lit up with excitement as he bent down and reached out to grab the backpack.

  "Hmm!"

  Without any defense, he was bitten by the "bloodthirsty wolf" on his right hand, and it had to be said that its teeth were really good. At that time, Zhao Ji's hand started bleeding.

  With his right hand clenched into a fist, he suddenly shook it violently, shattering the "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf"'s mouthful of white teeth. Next, Zhao Ji's fist heavily pounded on the "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf"'s forehead, and with a dull thud, its eyes turned white, its head spun dizzily, and it fainted.

  Not minding the deep tooth marks on his fist and the few lines of blood flowing out, Zhao Ji caught the backpack on the back of "Bloodthirsty Cunning Wolf" and pulled hard, breaking the backpack straps.

  Open the backpack, there are very few things inside, only a bag of compressed biscuits and a flat rectangular iron box with a lock on it, but there is a key.

  "This must be the smuggled antique, I don't know what it is, but it's made so many people risk their lives and lose them, I'm really curious, should I take a look?"

  Holding the iron box in his hands, Zhao Ji was about to open it.

  "No way, professional ethics, can't look."

  Just as he was about to unlock it, Zhao Ji hesitated again.

  "Hmm, it seems like no one said we can't look at these smuggled goods, let's take a look. If the box is empty, I'll be in trouble."

  Zhao Ji found an excuse for himself and finally opened the iron box.

  With a "click" sound, the iron box was opened, and a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out, flashing in his eyes.

  "Wow, this is the Golden Palace."

  As he looked at the items in the iron box, Zhao Ji's eyes widened to their maximum size, as if a string of glittering gold coins flashed before his eyes.

  The object in the box is a model of a palace, with a golden glow all over it, as if cast in gold. Every aspect, whether it's the ground, pillars, walls, roof and other general aspects, or carvings, patterns and other delicate aspects, are all depicted very intricately, making the palace not only magnificent but also simple and elegant.

  With his hands supporting the palace, he touched here and there, Zhao Ji appeared to be quite excited, with a hint of color on his face.

  Although the salary is not low and the level is guaranteed, there is usually no shortage of money to spend, but at this time, seeing so much gold, Zhao Ji is still a little uneasy.

  After studying for a moment, Zhao slowly looked out and saw that the model of this palace might not be made of gold. From top to bottom, amidst the dazzling golden light, a purple glow flashed from time to time, which should be special.

  "Huh? What's written here, Your Highness?"

  On the gate of the palace model, above the lintel, Zhao Ji saw three words.

  "What does 'Fei Sheng Dian' mean?"

  His thumb brushed over the three characters on the sign, and Zhao Ji's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he fell into a contemplative expression. At this time, what Zhao Ji didn't know was that a streak of blood had flowed down from his hand, passing through his thumb and staining the sign.

  More importantly, in Zhao Ji's body, a mysterious flow of air circulated throughout his entire body, passing through the meridians on his hands and pouring into the Fei Sheng Hall. No, it shouldn't be said that it was pouring in, but rather absorbing would be more accurate.

  In martial arts, Zhao Ji had also studied a bit, roughly understanding Baguazhang, Bajiquan and Tai Chi, but he never achieved any results, nor did he feel the existence of internal energy.

  At this time, Zhao Ji had a real feeling, a fine and almost imperceptible flow of air was drawn away by the Fei Sheng Hall, leaving him both surprised and terrified.

  He had been cultivating his strength for who knows how many days, and today he finally got to put it into practice. He was naturally overjoyed, but the Flying Ascent Hall could actually absorb his strength, as if it were a living thing, which was somewhat terrifying.

  The expression of surprise and horror on his face had not yet completely dissipated when a sudden change occurred, the Fei Sheng Hall suddenly burst into a brilliant golden light, shook off Zhao Ji's palm, and slowly flew up, its volume rapidly expanding. In a short period of time, it transformed into an enormous giant.

  A small model, a flying palace that can be held in one hand, with a volume that may not even hold a bowl of water, suddenly becomes three feet long and several feet high, clearly becoming a real giant palace, suspended in mid-air.

  "This can't be happening, it's an event!"

  This incredible change happened right before his eyes, almost overturning Zhao Ji's worldview. He looked up at a 45-degree angle, staring blankly into the sky, shocked to the extreme.

  Apart from being shocked, there was also a sense of helplessness. Zhao Ji's tenacious nerves were also somewhat unable to withstand it. Just as he didn't know what to do next, a strong suction force suddenly appeared from the Fei Sheng Hall, pulling him in instantly.

  Then, the Feisheng Hall charged forward with a crash, looking as if it was lightly floating and had no great power, yet it tore open a rift in the calm and waveless sky.

  As if glass shattered, a small crack emerged, and then the crack rapidly expanded and grew into a huge mouth, like an unfathomably deep black hole. The trajectory of Fei Sheng Dian's forward collision remained unchanged as it plunged in and disappeared without a trace.

  The tear in the air healed slowly after the Ascension Hall disappeared, and everything returned to normal half a minute later.

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