Let them offer their loyalty!-Chapter 1531 - 646: Zhao Ji’s Gift to Qiu Tu!

Besides, she had long since advanced to the Eighth Rank, and had even completed the entire Eighth Rank progression; she simply didn’t need to comprehend a new realm at all.

As for the problem of her insufficient Cataclysm power... she had come up with a rather shady solution.

Since she lacked enough Cataclysm power, then she’d... just wait it out. Trading time for opportunity—if she held a fixed location, she’d need about two days to advance; now, without staying put, she could just endure five or six days and slowly accumulate.

Moreover, she wasn’t just sitting there silently waiting. To speed up her advancement, she went on a wild killing spree in the Cataclysm zone, dispatching Evil Gods and turning them into "Infinite Divine Crystals"; or she’d directly crush Cataclysm materials delivered by humans, increasing the Cataclysm power concentration around herself.

The key is... let’s not forget, her last few rank-ups in this life had all happened while running from pursuers; she had rich experience advancing on the move. (Special Story)

Plus, advancing while on the move could numb the enemy’s senses, making it impossible for them to accurately gauge her strength and adjust their plans accordingly.

So in the end... with this shady yet bold approach, Zhao Ji actually carved out a regal path while being tracked and hunted from all sides! She successfully elevated herself to Eighth Rank in motion, then turned around and slaughtered her pursuers.

Reportedly, these past two days, under Qiu Tu’s guidance, her situation was even more dangerous than Qiu Tu’s side.

At the time, there were three factions participating in the "Heavenly God Trial" hunting her down.

There were forces like "Si Yuan Pavilion" and "Tai Sui Sect" that had developed or converged in the northwest region, and there was "Wolf Fang Mansion," which struck from the northeast.

Among these pursuers, not only were there two late-stage Eighth Rank, there was also a peak Eighth Rank.

So, Zhao Ji simply couldn’t match them. All she could do was keep running, skirmishing, and refining space.

And yet, in just such circumstances, she actually achieved Eighth Rank.

Once Zhao Ji advanced to Eighth Rank while moving, the tables instantly turned.

In her own controlled territory, she fought eight at once, not only killing the peak Eighth Rank Great Evil God, but also killing or imprisoning five Eighth Rank Great Evil Gods.

After getting the full details of Zhao Ji’s situation from the past few days, Qiu Tu couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

’As expected of Zhao Ji. Her strength is truly unfathomable.’

’Eighth Rank entry level, killing peak Eighth Rank...’

’And according to the intel, after she advanced, those Eighth Rank Great Evil Gods sensed the danger and fled to the real world.’

’So she chased them all the way from her controlled area into reality, and only stopped after finishing off every last pursuer she could find.’

’Never mind if this might anger everyone—just talking about Zhao Ji’s strength...’

’Being able to kill a peak Eighth Rank in the real world proves that Zhao Ji already holds the true ticket for this "Heavenly God Trial."’

’As long as we plan properly, I really believe there’s a good chance she’ll claim the "Heavenly God Positional Frame."’

And just then, while Qiu Tu was lost in thought—

He and the girls finally arrived together at the battlefield where Zhao Ji and the gods fought—the city of Lianshui.

Originally, Qiu Tu had meant to check on Zhao Ji, see if she was hurt, and whether she needed any help.

But just as he landed, a soft, lumpy sack suddenly thudded right down next to his feet.

Before he could react, Zhao Ji’s cool, quiet voice rang out beside his ear, "A gift for you."

"Consider it my return present for all your help lately."

Hearing Zhao Ji’s words, Qiu Tu instinctively looked over, following the direction of her voice.

And then he saw, at the center of the battleground, nothing but scorched earth everywhere; Zhao Ji wore white and sat on the edge resting. Her left leg seemed half broken, half her body charred, all in tatters.

This was Qiu Tu’s first time seeing Zhao Ji so ravaged—he was instantly frightened.

He didn’t care in the slightest about what was in the sack; he rushed to Zhao Ji’s side, anxiously asking, "Are you alright?"

Hearing Qiu Tu’s concern, Zhao Ji looked up at him indifferently, then calmly retorted, "Do I look like someone who’s not alright?"

Qiu Tu:.....

Honestly, of all the injuries Qiu Tu had seen recently, only Princess Xi’s were worse than Zhao Ji’s today—she’d been chopped into bits.

Qiu Tu had truly never seen anyone else hurt this badly.

But Qiu Tu also knew, with Zhao Ji the most important thing was giving enough emotional value. Being a good flatterer helped more than a thousand words of concern.

Thinking this, he hurriedly shook his head and spouted nonsense with straight-faced sincerity, "Sister Zhaoji, you sure don’t look hurt at all—but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care!"

"After all, even in normal times, I worry about whether you’re eating well and staying warm."

Hearing Qiu Tu shameless and cheesy words, Zhao Ji’s face stayed expressionless, but the corner of her mouth subtly lifted.

Then she shot Qiu Tu a faint look. "Such a silver tongue."

But after that, she still motioned toward the nearby sack, her voice cool, "Go on, check out the gift I gave you."

Seeing Zhao Ji harping repeatedly about the gift, Qiu Tu’s curiosity was instantly piqued.