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    In this battle, Uncle’s strength surpassed Heroic Level; Lyon couldn’t manifest, and since he was rich inbat experience, he didn’t need actualbat to improve himself.


    The senior sister was in retreat, thus she wouldn’t join either.


    Although Ancient City Xilu’en had the powerful General Winter stationed there, dispatching Lyon was actually considered excessive.


    For the Miracle Entity to fight against a group of Miracle Citizens was somewhat an unfair victory.


    As the Miracle Entity, there was no reason to expect failure.


    "In the entire Ancient City, the only one who could fight Lyon would just be General Winter."


    "But even that would just be one battle," Uncle said, "The gap between Miracle Citizens and the Miracle Entity is too vast."


    Uncle rated General Winter such that Lyon might have a fight with him.


    But that would be just one fight!


    As for the others, Tulip from the Queen of Spring’s ranks was close to the Ancient City, and she mighte to the rescue.


    This was something Lyon needed to be aware of and prepare a timely defense for.


    Otherwise, if the Ancient City was taken down and then snatched away by Tulip the next moment, Lyon would lose face.


    "The Polluted Waters have flowed into the Ancient City; even with Your Majesty’s use of Miracle Ordinance, the result hasn’t changed much."


    "The fish from the sea bed will be caught by humans, and the dead fish’s bodies will still exude Greed of World’s Blood, thus gradually corrupting the surrounding schools of fish."


    "As Grandfather said," Beya analyzed, "The foolish contamination cannot be stopped."


    Even if the schools of fish were already under constraint, the human initiative was too strong.


    Bailuo could control the seafood, but he couldn’t control the fishermen’s fishing.


    "A Fairy from the front line hase to report."


    Little Boya stood in front of a massive strategic map, pointing with a stick at certain areas, "Here, here, and here, residents of this vast sea region have alle down with a special ’disease’."


    Humans in this world exhibit three special changes in response to Miracle Power.


    The first is adaptability.


    If the Master of Miracles permits, humans will adapt to Miracle Power and be strengthened.


    The second is resistance.


    Although Miracle Power in itself is naturally resistant, the powers derived from it aren’t much different from toxins or drugs to humans.


    Like now, the so-called "disease" is actually the normal immune response of humans to the sudden influx of Polluted Blood.


    As for the symptoms...


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    It’s nothing much, just diarrhea, or vomiting at best.


    The concentration of Greedy World’s Blood is very low, incapable of causing any serious illness.


    The human body’s own self-regtion and recovery capabilities are enough to deal with this invasion of Polluted Blood.


    Once they adapt, if they consume fish tainted with Polluted Waters again, they won’t react as strongly.


    What remains are creatures with high concentrations of the Polluted Blood.


    The mutated fish and seafood, looking the way they do, even a fool would know they are inedible, right?


    Experienced elders among the fishermen will soone up with new recipes, just as with monsters and Sea Beasts; humans know they can’t eat them indiscriminately.


    There will be edible and inedible ssifications for monsters, and the same will apply to Sea Beasts.


    Before long, there will be ssifications for edible and inedible Contaminated Species as well.


    Besides, there is a third kind.


    If one is a Miracle Descendant, Sea Beasts, monsters, and Contaminated Species are the best supplements.


    Miracle Descendants can absorb a certain amount of free Miracle Power, fortify themselves, and even restore some of their bloodline.


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    Even if it’s impossible to possess extraordinary, transcendent Miracle Power, it’s still possible to have a physique that can rival those with such abilities.


    "Just tell us when the battle starts, Little Boya."


    Sitting below, Nors had barely finished speaking when Diana and the other older sisters also expressed their wish for him to keep it simple.


    Give the order quickly, no dilly-dallying.


    "Um..."


    Boya scratched his head and said, "It should be tonight, Leon has already prepared the hunters, we just wait for the results."


    "I wonder how well my hunters will perform."


    "I hope they kill a few more enemies."


    "Then there’s dreaming to do afterward, suddenly I feel so embarrassed."


    "Yeah, what if we do something shameful?"


    "......."


    The battle within the Greed of World’s dreams, the first encounter for the People of Yatun, Leon said, "Don’t worry, the Blood Moon Hunters manifest based on your personalities, their code of conduct ispletely in line with your own."


    "If there’s any dark history, I’ll help you erase it."


    "That’s a relief, that’s a relief."


    "Little Leon, you can’t tell outsiders, okay?"


    Being seen by only Leon is different from being seen by everyone together.


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    "This fish, it’s so strange."


    Confined in the vi of the Ancient City for several days, the life of The Lu Wei Family had elevated considerably with various kinds of fish, meat, vegetables, and fruits avable in abundance.


    Although the variety couldn’tpare with Yatun, in the Ancient City, this was basically the best treatment avable.


    "This shrimp of mine also has, some peculiar taste."


    The Lu Wei Family are ancient Miracle Descendants from The Lost Lands.


    "Let me try."


    Old Luwei’s teeth had mostly fallen out, and he couldn’t eat hard food, so his taste was quite nd.


    But, tasting the fish in his mouth, the elder showed an unusual expression: "Just like monsters and Sea Beasts, this is a creature that has been affected by Miracle Power."


    "Grandpa, what do you mean?"


    "A new Miracle has appeared."


    Old Luwei: "It’s not a Sea Beast, nor a monster, absolutely not."


    "The Gu poison within Sea Beasts doesn’t have this taste."


    "Indeed, it doesn’t."


    Older sister Yellow Spring, who spent years overseas, was very aware of the sensation brought by Sea Beasts: "The flesh of a Sea Beast is quite sour, but the meat of this creature is incredibly spicy."


    "Spicy?"


    Little sister Yaksha Princess took a bite, not finding any spiciness: "It isn’t spicy at all, sister."


    "I’m talking about the type of Miracle Power, not actual spiciness."


    "Hmm."


    The second brother Asura said, "Sea Beast flesh is sour, monster flesh is somewhat tough, both are different from this thing."


    "The only simrity is, this can provide us with far more energy than ordinary meats can offer."


    Asura took another bite; despite the bad taste, he was pragmatic and didn’t care much about the vor.


    "A new Miracle has emerged in the sea," the eldest sister Ghost Princess asked, "Grandpa, could this be the work of the teacher and others...?"


    "Very likely."


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    Old Luwei said, "I just haven’t figured out why it would be the Feast of Fools. That faction is troublesome."


    With new Miracle changes emerging on the great seas, the greatest possibility came from Yatun Duchy.


    "Perhaps it’s for self-protection, like what Morgan did before."


    "It reeks of Saros’s style, but the fact that the King of Yatun can ept it," Old Luwei said, "is an indication of his character."


    "Unlike Yellow Spring, whocks thepassion of a woman."


    "What do you mean?"


    Yellow Spring looked dissatisfiedly at Asura.


    The Lu Wei family members had different personalities; Yellow Spring leaned towards kindness, while Asura was purely neutral.


    For example, if someone up ahead were starving, despite also being hungry, Yellow Spring would still give some food away.


    Asura wouldn’t. He wouldn’t harm others, but he wouldn’t save anyone either.


    He’d walk straight past without seeing them.


    "What about the Ancient City?"


    Yellow Spring asked Asura, "What do you think of this ce?"


    "Disgusting."


    Asura didn’t get along with Yellow Spring, but that didn’t mean he would lie.


    Even someone without a sense of right and wrong like Asura found it hard to ept the Ancient City.


    It’s like a person can walk away upon seeing an evil act.


    But if all one sees along the way are evil acts, even someone neutral might think, "Has the world gone rotten?"


    The color of the Ancient City was blood red, which theoretically shouldn’t have displeased Asura.


    However, what Asura sought was a battlefield where lives were risked, not a cage where the strongsh the weak, and one can only feel worth through abuse, harm, and humiliation.


    The Ancient City is a dump site, ording to Asura’s assessment.


    "What’s happening outside?"


    Suddenly, Grandpa Luwei heard some noise outside and asked Rakshasa, who was up high.


    "Someone had their legs chopped off and is being dragged through the streets."


    Rakshasa was sitting at the window of the second floor. Upon the old man’s inquiry, he frowned and said, "I don’t know what they did. Should I listen in?"


    "Forget it."


    "Actually, I’ve already heard it."


    Rakshasa looked down at the crowd below, "Seems like a major family fancied a girl from a fishing vige, then someone tipped her off and got caught."


    "For this, they chopped off their legs?"


    How cruel. The Ancient Citycked even the most basicws.


    The six great families are the sky and thew here.


    "The privileged, as usual," he mused.


    Rakshasa looked at the street where passersby watched indifferently, neither horrified nor amused.


    Indifferent, cold, and chilling to the bone.


    As for the elder who had lost his legs, he was being dragged by two soldiers. The broken white bones were not bandaged but were dragged along the ground, leaving behind two trails of blood on the street.


    "What is that family called?"


    The voice of Yellow Spring came through, and after some thought, Rakshasa said, "The Skelot Family."


    "Should we go and save him?"


    Rakshasa asked casually. He was an istionist who wouldn’t lift a finger unless it directly involved him.


    Conversely, if someone harmed his brothers and sisters, or his friends, Rakshasa would ensure that the perpetrator learned what it meant to wish for death.


    "Yellow Spring has already gone."


    No sooner had the old man’s words fallen when an uproar and chaos erupted outside.


    "Ah?"


    Rakshasa hurriedly looked outside, only to see Yellow Spring wielding a cross spear in her left hand and abat knife in her right, overpowering the surrounding soldiers and knocking them all to the ground.


    But Yellow Spring was moderate; she rarely killed the weak.


    So she merely knocked the soldiers down at random and then quickly carried the old man off, disappearing into the alley.


    Not long after, a figure quietly returned to the vi.


    "Bang!"


    Yellow Spring’s actions were swift as she ced the elder on the table and began bandaging his wounds without a word.


    "Hey, hey, what are you doing," Asura said. "Didn’t we agree not to meddle in unnecessary affairs?"


    They were prisoners under soft detention, so why attract trouble with these actions?


    "Don’t worry."


    Yellow Spring assured everyone, "I took the long way around. No one will trace it back to us."


    "Is that what I mean?"


    Asura never feared trouble. Even if enemies came, he would y them all.


    But the issue was, this was an unjust disaster.


    Yellow Spring loved to meddle, which Asura found most displeasing.


    Pointless kindness, baffling self-restraint.


    Like a fool!


    "It’s just some dogshit family. Are you scared?"


    "Tsk."


    Asura and Yellow Spring shed, the twins who could easilye to blows over a single word.


    Hmm, one could tell that back when they were in their mother’s belly, they must have fought incessantly.


    "General Winter won’t touch us," the Ghost Princess said. "And if General Winter doesn’t make a move, his Miracle Army won’t either. As for ordinary human families daring to seek revenge on us, are they asking for death?"


    "Originally, it had nothing to do with us."


    Asura rarely spoke, but he never missed a chance to berate Yellow Spring when given the opportunity.


    "You know, you wouldn’t die if you kept silent."


    "You!"


    "Why?"


    Old Luwei looked at Yellow Spring, knowing well his granddaughter’s personality.


    Yellow Spring indeed liked to fight for justice, but she wouldn’t act recklessly. She wouldn’t take risks without thorough investigation and analysis.


    Did you feel something special about the Skelot Family?


    "The epitome of human evil!"


    Yellow Spring moved quickly, using clean water and herbs to provide emergency treatment for the elder.


    "Grandpa, you’ve taught me that a person must have a bottom line," Yellow Spring said.


    "This is my bottom line."


    "What do you n to do?"


    "I’m going to exterminate their entire n!"