National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

She was not surprised by Qi Mo's arrival. After all, how could someone who could break into "The End of the Sui Ming Kingdom" be trapped outside of reincarnation?

"I apologize for my offense yesterday." She took a sip of tea and spoke tentatively, her eyes falling on the clothes he was wearing today. When she first met Qi Mo, he was wearing the same clothes. "The servant didn't know how to control his strength and injured the young master."

"It's just a branch out of the fifth generation," Qi Mo suddenly chuckled when he heard this. The small silver ring left an afterimage between his fingers, and the star map reflected by the ring completely coincided with the spiritual power veins of the Luoshen Empire.

"Besides, you didn't do anything wrong. He did something wrong, so he should be punished."

Qi Mo stopped what he was doing and looked at the white cat that emerged from Su Mo's sleeve, his eyes narrowing again and again. "The elders in my clan always say that I am particularly tolerant of cats. They don't know that sixteen generations ago in the land of Japan, there was a spirit cat that was shot with three poisoned arrows to protect me, a common man at the time."

Su Mohui smiled slightly. She finally understood. Qi Mo had also silently entered the reincarnation and fought with her.

She handed over a jade bottle wrapped in shark silk. The winding branches on the packaging faded in the sunlight, transforming into the emblem of the Great Qin Army Medical Department. "This is the newly refined 'Snow Melting Ointment', which can cure all poisons."

When Qi Mo took it, their fingertips touched, and the silver ring and the ring on her wrist simultaneously emitted a clear sound, as if it was a recognition between weapons across time and space, and an echo of the tacit understanding they had fought side by side countless times.

. . . . . . . .

As sunlight passed through the hall and fell on the carved window lattices, the copper ring door knocker in the library of the Imperial Capital Academy suddenly made a slight sound.

The moment Xuanyuan Shaoze pushed the door open, he felt a scent mixed with the fragrance of aged ink and the lingering smoke of gunpowder coming towards him, as if countless battles were awakening from ancient books.

A strange blue light floated between the sandalwood bookshelves. It was the phantom cast by the fluctuations of spiritual power on the ancient books.

The former commander of the Suzaku Guard, now a young man named Shen Jia'an, was standing with his back to the door. His thin figure was overshadowed by the huge world map on the wall.

On the desk, the ink of the Great Qin map he copied had not yet dried. The coastline he had marked with cinnabar quietly overlapped with the map before him. At the location of the Dongying Islands, three broken arrows were clearly drawn.

These were the coordinates of the Japanese fleet that was sunk by the Suzaku Guards' fire attack fleet during the naval battle in that reincarnation.

Xuanyuan Shaoze watched as his hand holding the pen trembled slightly, and the flame tattoo on his cuff flickered with his breathing, as if it would turn into real flames and soar into the sky at any moment.

"According to the time, Qin Yi's alchemy furnace... should have condensed the first batch of 'Zhi Ge San'." Shen Jiaan's whisper mixed with the crows' cry outside the window, and the tail sound dissipated among the bookshelves filled with "Luo Shu" and "He Tu".

"Look, what a big gift I brought you—" When Xuanyuan Shaoze heard this, there was a familiar and ostentatious smile in his voice.

Shen Jia'an turned around abruptly, only to see the carved wooden door slowly opening. He saw Su Mohui and Qi Mo standing side by side behind Xuanyuan Shaoze. The silver bell on the neck of the white cat in the former's sleeve was ringing softly, while the silver ring and jade pendant on the latter's waist were reflecting mysterious star tracks.

Following closely behind was Qin Yi, dressed in green and waving a folding fan. The cinnabar ink that had not yet dried on the fan was emitting the cool fragrance of Xuepo Dan.

Shen Jia'an's pupils suddenly shrank, and he took three steps forward. His clenched fist turned into a loose fist when it touched Qi Mo's shoulder. "You old fox! I've set up so many secret plots in the Qi Mansion to test you, and you've been so patient!"

The flame tattoo under his sleeve suddenly shot up into flames several inches high, causing tears to well up in the boy's eyes. "So, you're waiting for Su Mohui, right?"

Qi Mo smiled and dodged his blows, the silver ring on his waist gleaming faintly. "When I woke up in private school half a year ago, the ink in the inkstone still smelled of Persian spices."

At this point, he suddenly lowered his voice, "It was a certain man who, when I was a child, drew the Vermillion Bird totem on my face while I was asleep. The teacher punished me by making me kneel in the ancestral hall for three days... I still remember it."

Su Mohui listened to her friend's laughter, and the smile on her lips became even wider. Looking at Shen Jiaan's open arms, she stepped forward and hugged him, "Now that you're here, everything is complete."

"Half a month ago, when I was at the Imperial Capital Auction House," Xuanyuan Shaoze's large hand brushed across the Word Spirit Jade Slip at his waist, straightening his expression before continuing, "Li Qiuyue's personal maid entered the VIP room carrying a jade slip engraved with Heavenly Dao runes."

"I used the Word Spirit Technique to spy on him and discovered that the First Heavenly Dao was planning to reactivate the 'War Fate Disk' at the Luoshui Festival..."

He hadn't finished speaking when the candlelight on the desk suddenly tilted strangely to one side, casting a distorted shadow on the wall.

Qi Mo's slender fingers lightly tapped the bank of Luo River on the map, and a faint blue spiritual power moved like a spirit snake, accurately outlining the intersection of the three major time and space nodes.

"The Nameless God once said that this is the weakest hub of the Heavenly Dao rules. If the ceremony is completed..." His voice stopped abruptly, but at this moment the silver ring suddenly burst out with a dazzling light, projecting dense star tracks on the map on the wall. Those tracks perfectly coincided with the ring patterns on Su Mohui's wrist.

"Then use Qin Yi's elixir to fake war spiritual power and divert the attention of the Heavenly Dao." Su Mohui's eyes suddenly lit up, and the system interface flowed in front of her eyes. The loopholes in the first generation of the Heavenly Dao rules were as clearly visible as cracks on a spider web.

"Just like when we were in the Qin Dynasty, we used mirages to confuse the Xiongnu cavalry. This time, we're just changing the battlefield." Before she finished her words, she saw Shen Jiaan pull out half a bronze mechanical beast from his space ring and slam it onto the table.

Embedded within the core of the rusted black bird-patterned armor was the very gear system that Su Mohui had refined in his previous life. "The Mountain-Suppressing Cauldron within the Imperial Capital Academy holds the Luoshen Empire's Time Core."

As Shen Jia'an spoke, his fingertips traced a fiery trajectory on the map. "But in this case, we'll need Qi Mo's 'Xuan Ji Eye' for precise positioning, and Qin Yi's elixir to stabilize our spiritual power..."

"And you," Qi Mo suddenly looked at Su Mohui, the silver ring drawing a complex trajectory in front of her eyes, reflecting the gradually clear ring pattern behind her ear, "need to face the greedy clone sent by the First Generation of Tiandao, Li Qiuyue."

His voice was as deep as an ancient bell, yet it carried unquestionable power.

"It seems that this time, the Zhige Powder must be mixed with the secret recipe of illusion that I learned last time in Persia." Qin Yi smiled softly while shaking his folding fan. The cinnabar runes on the fan flickered as he spoke, and actually condensed into an illusory medicine cauldron in the air.

At this moment, the black bird pattern on Su Mohui's wrist warmed up slightly, and the system prompt sound that followed appeared quietly with a hint of joy -