Chapter 2: Fierce Battle in the Rain (Part 2)

Guo Shier’s face turned slightly red. He wasn’t very interested in this; with the handsome old man around, he paid little attention to many things. In his mind, since the spirit was his own and would never leave him, whatever he knew was enough. If he didn’t understand something, he would just ask—too lazy to overthink it.
He lazily said, “Don’t you have me?”
The handsome old man was furious and snapped, “What’s mine is mine…”
Guo Shier casually replied, “What’s yours is mine too.”
The old man was left speechless. Thinking about it, he had a point. Helplessly, he said, “Sigh, I’m doing this for your own good. After all, knowledge engraved in one’s soul truly belongs to that person.”
Guo Shier smiled. “I know. It’s just that I sometimes forget some small details. I study hard.”
The old man was baffled. He knew Guo Shier was diligent, but he often asked bizarre questions—usually basic ones that even ordinary professionals understood—which drove him crazy.
Guo Shier said, “The rain has lessened.”
The violent downpour gradually subsided, allowing Guo Shier to see the scenery in the distance. The air was misty, the sound of rain had faded, and the roars of wild beasts mixed with the hoofbeats of herds of herbivores. From time to time, the growls of fierce predators could be heard as hundreds of wild bulls rushed past the small hillside. Guo Shier inwardly marveled at how these wild bulls could grow to seven or eight meters long, looking extremely ferocious.
Behind the herd of wild bulls, a mutated symbol lion lurked—over thirty meters long. It was a level-six mutated symbol lion. It seemed to have targeted one of the wild bulls and suddenly charged at an older bull that fell behind.
Guo Shier watched with interest. Such a low-level mutated symbol lion couldn’t arouse his hunting desire.
With a single leap of a hundred meters, the mutated symbol lion’s strength was undeniable. It flipped a wild bull over with one claw and bit into its neck, letting out a satisfied grunt.
Making a cut in the soft abdomen, the mutated symbol lion began to feed bloodthirstily. Guo Shier noticed that its feeding style resembled that of lions in his past life, but there were also many differences. It ate at an astonishing speed, emptying all the internal organs in the wild bull’s abdomen in moments before tearing into the fresh flesh.
Blood sprayed everywhere, attracting more and more vultures to circle in the sky. These vultures were enormous, with wingspans of over ten meters. They waited, hoping the mutated symbol lion would leave some leftovers.

The handsome old man glanced at it disdainfully and said, “What’s so interesting about this?”
Guo Shier said calmly, “It’s worth taking a look. I don’t intend to become food for the mutated symbol lion like a wild ox.”
The handsome old man found Guo Shier baffling and said, “Alright, I have to get busy. Go ahead and keep looking.” His head had just retracted into the altar when it popped out again. “There’s a fight going on… I can sense fluctuations in souls.”
Guo Shier had also noticed it. He nodded and said, “Yes, I can feel it too.”
The mutated symbol lion was eating heartily when it suddenly raised its head and looked into the distance. It too felt uneasy. Rain mixed with blood flowed from its mouth. It stood up and let out a threatening roar.
The handsome old man said, “There are many people, but not many experts… Um, at most four… No, there are five altar experts…”
Guo Shier was shocked and said, “Five? That many?”
The handsome old man said gravely, “Hmm, but… they seem to be all Virtual Altar professionals. You don’t need to worry about them.”
Guo Shier said, “Damn, five Virtual Altar professionals… Well, I guess I don’t need to worry, hehe.” He also realized that among those five altar-level experts, not all could be enemies; there must be some on his side. He scratched his head and said, “That gave me a scare, hehe.”
The handsome old man smiled and said, “The Moon Blade has just been refined. Don’t you want to give it a try?” He kept urging Guo Shier to fight more to boost his strength. Guo Shier wasn’t keen on killing, but he also knew that in this world, one couldn’t protect oneself without strong combat skills.
Knowing a fight was inevitable, Guo Shier said, “Okay, I’ll go!”
The handsome old man smiled happily. “Ah, that’s what I call a good kid!” It was rare for him to give praise, so Guo Shier couldn’t help but sigh, “It’s really not easy.”
“What’s not easy?”
Guo Shier said, “Getting your praise, sir… It’s really… really not easy…”
The handsome old man laughed heartily. Pleased with himself, he said, “An old man doesn’t praise people easily. Kid, work harder so I can praise you more.”
Guo Shier slapped the top of the altar and said, “Let’s go! Let’s take a look!” He still felt some urge to watch the chaos. In his mind, he didn’t necessarily have to get involved; just scaring the opponents would suffice.
The altar rose into the air and flew toward the distance.
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A few minutes later, Guo Shier saw flashes of symbolic light and heard bursts of roaring. Then he saw a group of people scrambling frantically in his direction.

Guo Shieru steered the altar downward. He shouted, “Stop! Who’s attacking you?” He had recognized that these people were disciples of the Gunan family. There were about three squads, totaling over twenty people, all in a disheveled state, with many injured and being dragged along as they flew. Upon seeing Guo Shieru descending, they were terrified. One of the disciples cried out, “A few of you, hold him off! The rest… run!” Guo Shieru realized there was a misunderstanding. Without saying more, he raised his identity badge. The Great Sage who had been ready to fight to the death almost fell. Overjoyed, his voice changed as he said, “An elder of our family! It’s an elder from our clan… We’re saved…” A few who were severely injured and barely holding on relaxed at the thought of being saved, causing them to plummet straight downward. Guo Shieru slapped the altar, and immediately, a dozen tentacles stretched out to catch them mid-air. If left unattended, those people would lose at least half their lives upon falling, with the severely injured likely dying outright. Guo Shieru used the tentacles to pull the injured disciples onto the altar and said, “Come up!” All the disciples flew onto the altar and collapsed helplessly at its top. Before Guo Shieru could speak, a Great Sage pointed at a distance and said, “They’re coming!” Dozens of professionals flew over aggressively at high speed, but when they saw Guo Shieru’s altar, they immediately slowed down. Guo Shieru’s altar moved toward them instead. Some people screamed in fear, “It’s an altar master… Run!” Guo Shieru couldn’t help but laugh. Bullying others really felt good. With a shout, the altar crashed into the crowd. Its speed was far greater than that of the professionals, who scattered in all directions. But they didn’t expect Guo Shieru to refrain from attacking and instead extend countless tentacles from the altar. In an instant, the tentacles wrapped around them. Every professional caught became overwhelmed, as if their souls were being drained. Professionals relied on their soul power, and once it was weakened, 90% of their abilities vanished. Most of them fell into a coma the moment they were entangled by the tentacles. None escaped; they were all captured. This was the power of an altar master. Of course, if Guo Shieru had used his Moon Blade to attack, most of them would have escaped. But with his tentacles, not only were they powerful, but their most deadly skill was soul consumption. And this was still under Guo Shieru’s control, preventing the tentacles from devouring them completely; otherwise, none of them would have survived.

The group of captives was thrown onto the top of the altar, and the disciples of the Gu Nan family immediately tied them up. Guo Shieru cast a spell, making the altar even larger once again. At that moment, more explosions could be heard in the distance. The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the rain weakened to a light drizzle, and visibility improved. Guo Shieru asked, “Is there anyone else fighting?” The disciple from the Gu Nan family replied, “It’s our family’s two senior elders; they’ve held off most of the pursuers… Elder, please… please…” Guo Shieru was a guest elder, and no one dared force him to take action if he refused. Guo Shieru asked, “What’s your name?” The man said, “I’m from the Gu Nan family, a senior grand sage, Nan Zhou.” Guo Shieru nodded, slapped the top of the altar, and shouted, “Let’s go! We’ll go take a look!” Nan Zhou was overjoyed and kept saying, “Thank you, Elder! Thank you!” Guo Shieru’s altar transformed into a rainbow and soared forward. In an instant, he saw five people fighting fiercely, with glowing runes and thunderous blasts. A group of Gu Nan family disciples were tied to Guo Shieru’s altar, along with other captives, so his altar expanded greatly, and the platform at its top was bustling. “Wow, it’s Senior Elder Nan Zhi Chun’s sword strike—so powerful!” “Senior Elder Nan Ming is also amazing. Look, he’s fighting against two opponents by himself!” “With an elder joining us, we’ll definitely win!” The handsome old man suddenly appeared and said, “Why are there so many people? Uh, did you catch these guys?” He had been busy doing things earlier and hadn’t noticed what was going on outside. “Wow…” The professionals stared in surprise at the handsome old man, which annoyed him greatly. “What are you staring at? Have you never seen such a handsome old man?” Everyone was speechless. The handsome old man looked at the five combatants on the distant altars and asked, “Who are they?” “They’re our family’s senior elders, Lord Nan Ming and Lord Nan Zhi Chun… I don’t know those three over there!” The handsome old man smirked, disdaining their strength. “Their fighting is really ugly. Only Nan Ming is slightly stronger. Hmm, they can’t hold on much longer… Sigh, these idiots. Keep fighting! Why are they slowing down? Boring! Kid, it’s all your fault for coming out too early. You can’t even watch the action. Old man’s leaving!” He retracted his head and returned to the altar. Guo Shieru could only smile bitterly—this old man was always so reckless in his speech.

None of those clan disciples dared speak recklessly, as this was the altar of the clan’s leader. No one knew who this handsome old man was, but from his tone, he seemed extremely arrogant. Moreover, since Guo Shier didn’t say a word and he didn’t stop him from speaking, it was clear that this old man held a high status.
With Guo Shier’s appearance, the fighting strength of the five men significantly weakened.
Guo Shier didn’t linger any longer; he rode on the altar and charged forward.
The three experts in virtual form altars from the Gujin Clan were filled with shock—against them had appeared an expert with a two-layer solid form altar, plus two more experts in virtual form altars, enough to deal heavy blows to them. One of them shouted, “Let’s go!”
Another expert suddenly saw the captives atop Guo Shier’s altar and exclaimed in alarm, “They’ve captured the Golden Turtle!”