Global Game: My Divine Skills Reach Full Level Automatically

Ling Cao’s face burned hotly, unable to argue further, he turned and walked away.

The other young men stationed by the side were dumbfounded, even more incapable of saying anything further. One by one, they stayed silent, no longer daring to meet Ding Ling’s gaze.

It should be known that Ling Cao was already the strongest among them.

Ling Cao was defeated.

On what basis could they challenge?

At this moment.

Ding Ling’s image instantly became towering in the hearts of these young men.

Even a mere follower, a woman at that, could defeat Ling Cao!

Imagining this, one could tell that the other followers must be quite extraordinary too!

To have followers this powerful, would the person be ordinary?

They were solemn, anxious, and uneasy, fearing Ding Ling would bear a grudge; some young men got off their horses immediately and apologized to Ding Ling.

To them.

Big figures are not to be provoked.

Saying a word of apology meant avoiding the big figure’s grudge against them, an undeniably worthwhile trade.

It is apparent.

They were all smart individuals, skilled at analyzing and calculating gains and losses.

Ding Ling glanced at them deeply, gesturing with a wave that it was nothing.

Only then did they breathe a sigh of relief, once again bowing to Ding Ling before returning to their original positions.

[Achievement Medal Acquired: You subdued Ling Cao.]

[Note: Due to Diao Chan’s challenge and victory, Ling Cao’s attitude greatly changed, and subtle shifts occurred in his perception of you.

He began speculating on your true identity. How could a follower, let alone a woman, be so formidable? He regards you with considerable reverence!

For a short period, he would not dare to provoke or challenge you.]

Ding Ling gasped.

He hadn’t done anything.

Yet he received the Achievement Medal.

This was the first time acquiring the Achievement Medal like this.

His eyes shone brightly, feeling that he seemed to have found a new method of earning achievement points.

Of course, the premise is to have followers like Diao Chan, who are loyal and protective!

He truly hadn’t expected to gain Achievement Medals this way.

If this were really the case.

With plenty of followers, wouldn’t he be invincible?

But it seemed it wouldn’t be that easy.

There must be many stringent conditions involved.

Yet without much hint, figuring this out might require personal exploration.

At first, Ding Ling didn’t understand why some famous individuals had achievement medals while others did not.

Later, through extensive experimentation, he figured out that achievements already earned by others couldn’t be earned again. At least not within a short span of time.

As for the future, whether or not they could be earned,

remains unknown.

The recently acquired achievement medal likely requires extensive experimentation.

Otherwise, why did Zhao Yun intimidate many experts initially, yet receive no achievement medal?

There’s surely a lot of intricacies and subtleties involved.

Ding Ling couldn’t be bothered with exploration.

He opts to let fate decide.

He doesn’t have ample time or inclination to conduct these experiments.

Getting it would be great, but not getting it is inconsequential.

”However...”

Ding Ling thought of Ling Cao and the identity background of the youth they mentioned earlier, feeling his guesses solidifying.

”If I’m not mistaken, that person earlier should have been Zhou Yu.”

Zhou Yu, styled Gongjin, a renowned general of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, from Lujiang Shu County.

His father was none other than Luoyang Prefect Zhou Yii, his great-uncle Zhou Jing, and uncle Zhou Zhong were high-ranking officials.

”Worldly heroes and gallant gentlemen from Jiangzuo.”

This describes Zhou Yu.

He was later ranked among the sixty-four generals of the Tang’s military temple, and seventy-two generals of the Song’s military temple. A truly unrivaled general!

And Ling Cao?

He was a renowned general of the late Eastern Han Dynasty, father of Ling Tong.

Ling Cao now mingling with Zhou Yu?

No surprise, it must be due to player intervention. Or perhaps they originally had ties?

Ding Ling couldn’t know, nor did he care to ponder.

But given Zhou Yu’s presence, it can be certain that players are stirring trouble.

Players are particularly obsessed with breathing techniques and martial arts of famous figures.

Many players are crowding around figures like Huang Zhong and Tong Yuan.

Zhou Yu couldn’t possibly be an exception, could he?

It’s possible that even a child Zhuge Liang is being tricked by some players as well.

However, given Zhuge Liang’s high intellect, who outsmarts who is uncertain.

”Zhou Yu’s jealousy is truly intense. I merely glanced at Da and Xiao Qiao, and he couldn’t bear it. No wonder Zhuge Liang later angered him to death.

With such a narrow-minded temperament, no matter how ambitious or talented, there’s no long-term survival!”

Ding Ling reached clarity at this moment.

It’s Zhou Yu, and it makes sense.

Nonetheless, Ding Ling didn’t want to engage Zhou Yu in a magical battle until absolutely necessary.

For Ding Ling knew well that in terms of wisdom, he was definitely inferior to Zhou Yu. If he was played for a fool, it would be too embarrassing.

To deal with clever individuals like Zhou Yu, only Thunderbolt Martial Power could decisively suppress and kill before his schemes unfolded.

Tap tap tap!

A series of rapid footsteps suddenly sounded.

”Ding Ling, Ding Ling...”

It was Zhang Zhongjing.

Ding Ling followed the voice to look.

Sure enough.

Zhang Zhongjing approached quickly, waving at Ding Ling with a joyful expression:

”Come quickly with me. I’ll take you to see Yhiuu Ji.”

”Phew.”

Ding Ling let out a long breath.

Giving Zhang Zhongjing a big thumbs up in his heart.

Good job, Medical Saint!

He hurried down his horse and walked toward Zhang Zhongjing.

Diao Chan and Du Qingcheng followed suit.

Zhao Yun remained in place, guarding the gifts, horses, etc.

He possessed righteous qi, and with recent continuous medicinal baths and Ding Ling’s full guidance and teaching, his martial prowess was advancing rapidly, his sharpened spirit growing more intense recently.

One might say he’s on the verge of breaking into super-elite expert status.

”Sigh. Yhiuu Ji is too stubborn.”

Zhang Zhongjing walked alongside Ding Ling, lamenting:

”I nearly knelt before him. Fortunately, he is somewhat good-hearted. He recognized our friendship and didn’t make me reach that point.”

Ding Ling promptly expressed sincere gratitude.

Zhang Zhongjing smiled and said:

”We’re connected, you and I, no need for formalities.”

He paused and said:

”However, Yhiuu Ji might test you shortly; ideally, you’ll pass flawlessly. Only then will he impart his knowledge to you. Otherwise, he’ll likely dismiss you with superficial teachings, unlikely to disclose treasured breathing techniques or talisman-making methods.”

Ding Ling nodded in comprehension:

”I’m not afraid of tests.”

Zhang Zhongjing stroked his beard, smiling:

”That’s also what I believe, with your talent, if you can’t pass the tests, others would have no chance. In my opinion, Yhiuu Ji’s skills surely belong to you!”

”I’ll take your blessed words, senior.”

Ding Ling revitalized himself.

Du Qingcheng and Diao Chan stood slightly behind, watching this unfold with smiling eyes.

They naturally felt heartfelt joy for Ding Ling being so recognized, harboring an extraordinary sense of pride.