Starting as a prodigy wanting milk? A world-destroying deception in the opposite direction.

"The Night's Watch...what is their final fate?"

Shen Zhen was deeply moved; the spirit of sacrificing oneself to suppress evil and having no regrets even in death touched him.

The image shattered, and another piece of information appeared.

"Contain things in emptiness, hide objects in lamplight, and when the heart and lamp are one, one can contain all things."

Shen Zhen was slightly taken aback. Was this about the application techniques of the Green Lamp itself?

He tried to immerse himself in the dim light of the lamp, following the guidance in the message.

In an instant, Shen Zhen felt the scene before him sway slightly, and his mind was sucked into a strange, chaotic space.

The space was vast, but the surroundings were hazy, with the visible range only extending to a radius of several dozen feet. Only a single point of azure flame floated in the center, emitting a faint light.

The space was completely empty, yet it was unusually stable.

"This is... inside the Green Lamp?" Shen Zhen was genuinely surprised.

With a thought, he tried to "send" the Mind Ruler into the blue lamp. The next moment, the Mind Ruler disappeared from his hand and quietly floated in the blue light of that chaotic space.

With another thought, it reappeared perfectly in my hand.

"Storage capabilities!"

Shen Zhen was overjoyed. He tried it several more times, and the access was just a thought away, which was extremely convenient.

Even more remarkably, when he tried to "collect" the green lamp itself into this space, the green lamp transformed into a stream of light, directly entering his brow and quietly hovering in a corner, emitting a warm and peaceful aura, and even slowly nourishing his spiritual power.

"It can both store physical objects and be stored within the mind!"

Shen Zhen was extremely excited, which meant that the Green Lamp was almost bound to him, difficult to take away, always available, and extremely concealable.

In the following days, Dayue City returned to its usual tranquility.

Shen Zhen went into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation, familiarize himself with the new abilities of the Azure Lamp, and try to combine the newly comprehended spatial techniques with the Shadow Strike and Blazing Sun Cage, while simultaneously nurturing the divine soul in his sea of ​​consciousness.

These past few days, nourished by the lamplight day and night, his spiritual power has become more refined and flows more smoothly than ever before.

The threat posed by Wolf Batu has been temporarily averted.

Ye Zhi Qiu, Qiu Zheng Nan, the rest of Shen Zhen's team, and others also began their own cultivation.

Han Zhong and Wei Qingxu were busy dealing with the post-war affairs and secretly sent a detailed report on the incident to the temple and the court as soon as possible.

A few days later, everyone's injuries had mostly healed, and they decided to return to the capital.

Before setting off, Feng Yu suddenly suggested that, in order to test the gains of this trip and promote exchanges, an internal martial arts exercise should be held at the training ground outside the city, with rules limiting cultivation levels and stopping when the opponent is right.

After discussion, Shen Zhen and the others agreed to Feng Yu's proposal:

"We will do as Your Highness wishes."

In fact, Shen Zhen understood that the prince's intention was probably to use the martial arts exercise as an opportunity to observe everyone's strength so that he could make plans after returning to the capital.

Sure enough, Feng Yu found Shen Zhen again that night.

His usual nonchalance was gone, and he uttered something profound:

"Special Envoy Shen, we are about to return to the capital. What I said to you last time still stands."

The situation in the capital is complex, with various forces deeply entrenched and the temple itself not being a monolithic entity. But remember, I will always be your most steadfast ally, Envoy Shen.

"If you wish, you may come to find me anytime after you return to the capital."

Shen Zhen's gaze remained calm as he subtly swept over the maids standing behind Feng Yu, who appeared meek but whose eyes were tense. He then slowly spoke:

"Thank you, Your Highness. Shen Zhen will seriously consider it."

The next day, at the drill ground outside Dayue City.

This place is usually used as a training ground for the garrison, and Han Zhong sent people to make simple arrangements here.

Hearing that the young talents of the temple would be competing here, not only did the five powerful figures—Yi Tianxing, He Wushuang, Zhao Yi, Yuan Ji, and Zhan Tiancheng—all come to watch,

Even some well-informed scions of prominent families came upon hearing the news, crowding the area around the training ground.

As the proposer, Fengyu simply announced the rules:

The main purpose is to exchange ideas and stop when the point is reached. The use of lethal moves and secret techniques that excessively deplete one's life force are strictly prohibited. The aim is to exchange experiences and test the gains of this trip.

In the first match, Chen Xi faced a senior late-stage Tier 1 Temple Guard.

Chen Xi broke through to the late stage of the first tier, and her moves became even more fierce and agile. Facing the captain's steady offensive, she did not retreat but advanced, her sword light like rain.

"Huh?" The imperial guard let out a soft exclamation and changed his move to parry.

The two exchanged blows, exchanging more than ten moves in the blink of an eye.

Chen Xi's swordsmanship was sharper and more decisive than ever before. She avoided heavy blows at the last second, and her counterattacks were becoming increasingly tricky.

Her figure moved gracefully, subtly carrying a hint of Shen Zhen's ability to maneuver within a small space, clearly indicating that she had gained new insights.

After more than eighty moves of fierce fighting, the Imperial Guard, seeing that he could not gain the upper hand, suddenly let out a deep shout, gathered his strength in his long sword, and swept it horizontally, aiming straight for Chen Xi's waist, determined to decide the outcome in one move.

Chen Xi remained calm and composed, suddenly rising into the air. Using the momentum of her mid-air rotation, she dodged the wind of the blade while simultaneously striking the Imperial Guard's wrist with a sword flash, causing the longsword to fall to the ground.

"Bravo!" Ye Zhi Qiu cheered from the audience.

"Miss Chen's movements are beautiful, quite like Brother Shen's. It seems you've learned a lot from following Brother Shen on this journey."

Shen Zhen nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Chen Xi has not only improved his swordsmanship, but more importantly, his mindset has undergone a transformation. He is not intimidated by strong attacks, and his tenacity and calmness are no longer those of the naive he once was.

In the end, Chen Xi won by a narrow margin with this clever move. The Imperial Guards clasped their hands in surrender, their eyes full of approval.

As she sheathed her sword, her gaze unconsciously drifted towards Shen Zhen, who was watching the battle, a hint of barely perceptible anticipation in her eyes. Shen Zhen nodded slightly to her, and Chen Xi's lips curved into a barely perceptible smile.

"Indeed, Chen Nuwa's movements and attacks are combined extremely skillfully. Given time, she will surely become a great talent," Yi Tianxing nodded in approval.

Yuan Ji spoke calmly, his tone utterly indifferent:

"Your mental state is acceptable, and your moves are agile, but your strength is insufficient. You need to work hard on your foundation." Zhan Tiancheng nodded without speaking, seemingly agreeing with Yuan Ji's words.

Feng Yu still had his arm around the maid beside him, seemingly casually playing with the maid's hair, a nonchalant smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Chen Xi, then subtly swept over Shen Zhen, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Special Envoy Shen,

"Miss Chen, you've really given the head of the Evil-Purifying Division too much credit! Your four teams are all quite impressive."

Shen Zhen smiled politely and replied, "Your Highness is too kind."

The second match was between Ye Zhi Qiu and Zhao Huai Jin.

Ye Zhi Qiu's movements are graceful, following the path of "elegant technique".

Zhao Huaijin's swordsmanship was exquisite and fierce. His longsword moved with wide, sweeping strokes, and his sword energy was powerful and domineering. Every strike carried an indomitable momentum.

The two engaged in a lively battle of wits, their words never stopping.

"Brother Ye, is all you can do is hide?" Zhao Huaijin's sword aura was like a rainbow.

"Brother Huaijin, not bad at all," Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile.

"Your strength has become more powerful. You've been training a lot lately, haven't you? Are you traumatized by Razak?" He joked, but his hands showed no mercy, skillfully deflecting Zhao Huaijin's attacks.

"Take this sword!" Zhao Huaijin shouted, provoked by Ye Zhi Qiu.

"Hey, I can't hit you..." Ye Zhi Qiu moved nimbly and dodged again.