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Rachel struggled to get up from the ground, looked up, and far away she saw a young monk in a coarse robe walking towards her.

The monk was very burly, with bronze-colored skin and full muscles. His face was engraved with golden ancient Sanskrit, his expression peaceful and serene, as if there was a layer of white light diffusing in the darkness, ignoring the collapsed buildings and torn corpses around him.

"Cough, cough!"

Rachel coughed up blood from his mouth but still said hoarsely, "Venerable monk, quickly leave this place, it is very dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

The monk's bare feet stopped in front of Rachel.

Wearing a smile, he said, "All dangers in the world are constructs of the mind. My mind is clear and unmovable, and danger dissipates on its own."

After hearing this, Rachel felt dizzy in his head. Unexpectedly, as the monk approached and bathed in the halo around him, the pain tearing through his body gradually subsided. His thoughts were no longer frantic, and the uncontrolled Demonic Qi within him, like a rabbit in front of a tiger in the forest, nervously curled up, daring not to move.

He was astounded by such a turn of events.

But upon further thought,

this monk could roam alone in the demon-infested territories, and his body bore no traces of blood, he must be an exceptional high monk. Experience tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Although Rachel had prepared himself for death, it didn't mean he had no regrets. Unexpectedly surviving, he was very excited. Struggling to stand, he joined his hands together, bowed to the monk before him, and said, "Thank you, Master, for saving my life. I do not yet know the Master's venerable name, but I will definitely go to the temple under the Buddha and Bodhisattvas to burn incense and pray for blessings for the Master."

The young monk laughed heartily upon hearing this, "Burning incense and offering prayers is not necessary. Those Buddhas and Bodhisattvas you may meet, if they see me, might have to call me a Buddha."

"As for my name, I am Ban Poluo!" This young monk was the Descender who had previously subdued the Silver Demon Bird.

Ban Poluo's tone was calm, but the content was filled with an undeniable authority.

Rachel was deeply shocked, but upon careful thinking, martial artists generally have strong self-esteem. Especially someone like Ban Poluo, who seemed to possess great Divine Skills, it wasn't surprising that he spoke so.

Before Rachel could recover,

Ban Poluo's expression became solemn, and he asked, "I see that your cultivation aptitude is merely ordinary; I wonder how you manage to survive here."

As those violet eyes fell upon him, Rachel suddenly felt as if his entire being was transparent.

Shivering, his skin broke out into goosebumps. Rachel swallowed, bowed again to the monk, and then spoke, "To not deceive the holy monk, I was on the brink of death and was enlightened by another, thereby receiving a new lease on life. Not only were my wounds healed, but I am also not afraid of the Demonic Qi in the environment, fighting all the way here."

Although Su Heng had not told him to keep it a secret, Rachel did not reveal Su Heng's name to be safe.

The monk had powerful strength and an unknown background.

Although he saved his life just like Su Heng did, compared to Su Heng's direct and straightforward approach, this monk had a more profound and mysterious demeanor, making Rachel reluctant to fully disclose what had happened to him.

"Enlightened by someone?" Ban Poluo saw Rachel's hesitation, was noncompliant, lightly scoffed, and said, "What is the surname and name of that person, and what is their origin?"

"This..." Rachel lowered his head, momentarily at a loss for words.

"You are too naive, completely unaware even when being sold out." Ban Poluo's gaze sharpened, and he coldly said, "Originally having the Qinglian Pure Body, yet now transformed into such tainted filth."

"Nevertheless, since you do not wish to speak more, I shall have to take some measures."

"Master!?" Rachel was startled, his eyes widened, and he instinctively wanted to turn and run.

But before he could even turn around, he saw Ban Poluo thrust a finger forward. In that instant, invisible Daoist charm rippled out like golden ripples. Rachel heard a sound like a massive bell by his ear, and immediately after, the connection between his consciousness and body was severed. Ban Poluo's overwhelmingly powerful spiritual power invaded Rachel's consciousness, beginning to read his memories.

Boom!

The spiritual power that Su Heng left inside Rachel was instantly activated.

At this moment, it transformed into a black light and stabbed towards Ban Poluo's forehead, who seemed surprised but quickly reacted.

He did not dodge but instead reached out his hand as if plucking leaves and pinched the black light between his delicate fingers. With a slight force between two fingers, the black light burst into smoke and disappeared.

"Northern Border Demon Dragon, I see."

Ban Poluo's spiritual power swiftly scanned through Rachel's memories and obtained the information he wanted.

His facial expression was inexplicable; this name was clearly not unheard of recently. Originally, there were no connections between Ban Poluo and Su Heng, but as the situation deteriorated, the latter even began undertaking such actions. If it was just a spur of the moment, it wouldn't matter much, but if it involved targeted genetic manipulation against humans, that would touch the Descenders' bottom line.

After all...

They had spent vast amounts of time and resources.

To reshape this planet, fundamentally to select suitable successors.

And if human genes were polluted on a large scale, millennia of effort would be completely wasted.