In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

Chapter 968 The Revenge of the Alien Race

Lin Qiye did not answer the question, but instead took out a black source stone from his pocket and placed it on the stall.

The stone was small, only about the size of a thumb, with a rough surface and a dull luster in the dim light.

The old man's gaze fell on the black source stone, and his cloudy pupils contracted slightly. He reached out and picked up the black source stone, gently stroking it with his fingertips for a moment, then nodded.

"Enough to buy three top-grade pregnancy-stabilizing pills, plus two bottles of Qi-stabilizing powder."

"I need five pregnancy-stabilizing pills and four bottles of stabilizing powder."

The old man glanced at him: "That's not enough."

Lin Qiye took out another gladiator coin from his pocket and placed it on the stall. It wasn't an ordinary gladiator coin; it was a dark gold one—he had found it among Tu Gu's belongings after killing him. This kind of gladiator coin could be used as money inside the arena, but on the black market outside the arena, it was much more valuable than ordinary gladiator coins because it contained a wisp of complete King-level Origin Qi.

The old man's eyes finally lit up when he saw the dark gold gladiator coin. He picked it up, examined it closely, weighed it in his hand, and then nodded.

That's enough.

He turned around, took out several black jade bottles from a wooden box that looked older than himself, and then took out two packets of medicine powder wrapped in animal hide from a hidden compartment, placing them on the stall.

"Five top-grade pregnancy-stabilizing pills and four bottles of Origin Qi Stabilizing Powder." The old man pushed the items in front of Lin Qiye. "The medicinal properties are all very good, enough for your woman to use until she gives birth, and there won't be any problems after she recovers."

Lin Qiye took the jade bottle and medicine packet, carefully examined them to make sure they hadn't been tampered with, and then carefully put them into his pocket.

Thanks.

"You're welcome." The old man sat down again, picked up his knife, and continued shaving the white animal bone. "But I advise you—don't go to the Bone Ruins too often. If you come here too often, you won't live long."

Lin Qiye paused for a moment, but did not turn around.

"I will remember that."

He turned and left along the path he had come from.

As he stepped out of the Bone Ruins, he looked back.

The greyish-white flag still fluttered gently on the flagpole, its skull pattern appearing particularly menacing in the dim light. Beneath the flagpole, the figure in the loose grey robe still stood in the shadows, almost blending into the surrounding darkness.

Lin Qiye withdrew his gaze, quickened his pace, and headed towards the arena.

Although the giant beast helped him get rid of many pursuers, no one could guarantee that Lei Sha had any other tricks up his sleeve.

He walked quickly, but without panic.

The gray, fluffy particles in the sky continued to fall silently, like snow that would never stop.

But just as he was about to quicken his pace, his Blood Demon power suddenly emitted a sharp warning.

It didn't come from the front, nor from the back, but from the depths of the ashes beneath his feet. The sensation was as if countless cold tentacles were emerging from the ground, silently wrapping around his ankles.

Lin Qiye suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The surroundings remained eerily quiet. There was no wind, no chirping of insects, and even the trails of the grayish-white, fluffy things falling from the sky seemed unusually slow. Everything appeared normal, but he knew—something was wrong.

He slowly tightened his grip on the black iron spear, its tip gleaming darkly in the dim light. He didn't turn around, but simply said in a low voice, "Come out. Aren't you tired of hiding for so long?"

A few breaths of silence.

Then, the layer of ashes in front of him suddenly bulged, like a giant bubble rising from the ground. The ashes slid down, revealing a grayish-white figure—the alien leader he had fought in the Bone Ruins last time. His vertical pupils were still dark red, and the half of his face exposed under his hood bore a newly scabbed scar, left by Lin Qiye's spear tip last time.

He rose from the ashes, a sinister smile playing on his lips: "Human, we meet again."

Immediately afterward, the layers of ashes surrounding Lin Qiye bulged simultaneously. One after another, greyish-white figures emerged from the ground, like souls crawling out of the underworld. One, two, three… Lin Qiye quickly scanned the area—a full fourteen alien races, forming an impenetrable circle around him. Each person was wrapped in a greyish-white cloak, the hood pulled low, revealing only a pair of dark red vertical pupils. Their auras were no weaker than the seven from before, and their positions were extremely orderly, clearly the result of careful planning.

The leader slowly raised his hand and drew a jet-black bone knife from his waist—the knife was longer and wider than the last one, with a layer of dark green Origin Qi wrapped around the blade, exuding a decaying aura.

"Last time there were seven of us, and you got away." His voice was hoarse and cold. "This time there are fourteen of us."

He paused, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. "Haven't you noticed that your source energy is changing more slowly?"

Lin Qiye was slightly taken aback, and then his heart sank.

He's right. Since just now, the flow of his internal energy has indeed become sluggish, as if something is blocking a node in his meridians. It's not poisoning, not external injury, but an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible disturbance. He looked down at the layer of bone ash beneath his feet; within the grayish-white powder, a faint, dark green glow shone through.

Formation.

They had embedded a formation in his ashes, silently permeating his source energy circulation. He had been so focused on traveling and sensing the enemies around him that he hadn't even noticed the barely perceptible fluctuations of source energy beneath his feet.

"The Source Locking Array." The leader admired the fleeting seriousness on Lin Qiye's face, a hint of smugness in his tone. "It's specifically designed to deal with outsiders like you. You haven't fully adapted to the source energy of the original universe. Once the Source Locking Array is activated, the flow of your source energy will slow down more and more, like a frozen water pipe. In the end, you won't even be able to protect yourselves with source energy, and you'll be at their mercy."

A member of the alien race beside him chuckled softly, his voice like sandpaper scraping: "Your clones were indeed powerful last time, but clones also need source energy to sustain them. Inside the Source Locking Array, you don't even have enough source energy to maintain your main body, so what are you going to use to create clones?"

Lin Qiye remained silent.

Fourteen people.

Source-locking array.

They came prepared.

This time, they were determined to keep him here.

He was neither flustered nor angry.

Panic and anger will only hasten death in desperate situations.

He simply stood there quietly, his black iron spear hanging at his side, his gaze slowly sweeping over each figure, silently memorizing their positions, postures, and breathing rhythms.