The Rise of a Family: Starting from Daily Intelligence - Chapter 424 (Patreon)

Chapter 424: Hearts Have Grown Cold, Green Luan Transformation, Tallying the Spoils

Yao Yao knew exactly what Fu Changsheng was worried about. Once she caught her breath, she hurried to say, “Father, rest easy—Aunt Yu is fine. I had the Four-Winged Scarlet Python carry her out ahead of us. With the Evil-Banishing Pearl guarding her, she’s most likely already reached the teleportation array.”

All the better!

Fu Changsheng let out a breath.

At present he had already secured three Transmission Tokens. If he found one more, the four members of the Fu clan could all enter the true Taixu Hall. “Yao Yao, let’s go find your Fourth Aunt.”

Only, this stretch of void was vast.

Aside from the teleportation array at the end and the exit—both marked by guiding radiance—everything else was a gray blur with nothing to see. Searching was like fishing a needle from the sea, with every chance of blundering into danger. Fu Changsheng did not hesitate. He redeemed a packet of intelligence, then after a moment patted the Azure Flood Dragon’s neck.

“Xiao Qing, change course—west.”

At the same time, his will stirred.

Boom!

Nine Suns Red Lotus Flame coiled around the two of them. The terrifying heat made the swarming wraiths that had been about to pounce retreat in fear.

On a cliff above, astral winds cut like blades. Gray mist surged. The situation hung by a thread.

“Patriarch, if this keeps up, we’ll die here to the last man!” The Cao clan’s Third Elder was deathly pale, veins standing out on his forehead, the formation flag in his hand already cracked. His lips moved, sending a secret voice-transmission to the Cao Patriarch: “Why not…send that Fu family girl out to lure the wraiths away while we take the chance to rebuild the formation!”

The Cao Patriarch’s eyes turned sharp. Lightning danced along the archaic bronze sword in his hand, yet he still did not strike. From the corner of his eye he glanced at Fu Changli—she was using talismans to brace a failing corner of the formation. Her mid-stage Purple Mansion essence was nearly spent, yet she gritted her teeth and held on.

“Roar—”

The quasi fourth-rank wraith whipped its six arms, a reek of black fog crashing at the formation like a tide. A late-stage Purple Mansion cultivator of the Cao clan was shaken into vomiting blood; a gap yawned open at once!

“Miss Fu!” The Third Elder, seeing this, did not wait for the Patriarch to speak. He barked in a tone urgent and brooking no refusal, “The assault is too fierce. Someone must draw it off for a moment, or the formation will surely break!”

Fu Changli’s fingers paused over the talisman light. She lifted her eyes to the Third Elder. Ice-cold clarity flashed there—she grasped his intent in an instant. They meant to use her as a sacrifice.

So much for the so-called alliance between Cao and Fu.

Since the other side already harbored treachery—

Remaining only grew more dangerous. Fu Changli was about to rush out of the formation—

“No!” The Cao Patriarch cut in at once. “Miss Fu, don’t worry. So long as one man of my Cao clan still draws breath, we won’t let you come to harm.”

“Patriarch!”

The Third Elder shouted.

Six had entered from the Cao clan; one was already dead.

Fu Changli had exhausted her essence. If the array broke she’d die in the end anyway. Better to wring the most use from her—how could the Patriarch be so rash at a time like this?

In that sliver of an instant—

The quasi fourth-rank wraith’s six arms thrashed. Reeking black fog surged like great waves. On the outer rim, the Cao clan’s Fifth Elder let out a scream as his protective glow shattered.

Crack, crack!

The formation’s light-curtain broke apart.

“Gaa-gaa~”

With flesh so near at hand, the quasi fourth-rank wraith let out an excited cackle. Six arms shot toward those within like lightning.

“Beast—how dare you!”

At the last possible moment—

Fierce light blazed in the Cao Patriarch’s eyes. He suddenly drew from his bosom a talisman blazing with golden radiance. The instant the talisman appeared, a heart-shaking pressure spread outward; even the surrounding void quivered.

“Go!”

With a thunderous shout, he cleaved down at the talisman with his bronze ancient sword. The golden talisman swelled in the wind, turning at once into a golden dragon dozens of zhang long. Its dragon-song shook the heavens; the whole cliff shuddered with that single roar.

“That’s…a Golden Core Talisman Treasure?!” the Third Elder cried out.

The golden dragon wheeled once in the air. Twin beams of golden light shot from its eyes, locking onto the quasi fourth-rank wraith.

“Gugaa—”

The wraith let out a terrified screech. Six rotting hands flailed madly, trying to flee, but the dragon merely swished its tail; its claws fell like heavenly blades.

Boom—

Golden light detonated. The brilliance was so blinding all had to screw their eyes shut. When the light faded, the dreadsome quasi fourth-rank wraith had scattered to gray ash, not even a wisp of black fog left behind.

Ding!

A bronze token fell.

The Cao Patriarch’s face was white as paper. Blood beaded at the corner of his lips. He crooked a finger and drew the bronze token to his sleeve.

To one side, the Third Elder’s gaze darkened.

If the Patriarch had used that Golden Core Talisman Treasure earlier, when Eighth Brother’s life hung by a thread, Eighth Brother would not have died.

Complicated light flickered in Fu Changli’s eyes. She had not expected the Cao Patriarch would, to save her, spend so precious a talisman treasure. “Many thanks, Patriarch Cao.”

She had just begun to speak when the Patriarch forestalled her with a raised hand.

“No need.” He sheathed the bronze ancient sword, his voice weary yet uncommonly firm. “My Cao clan has ever done things in the open. Since we allied, we would never break faith.”

The Third Elder’s face shifted through sun and rain. He silently withdrew to the side.

Just as everyone’s breath finally began to ease—

A hair-raising “kaka” sounded from beneath the cliff. The gray murk seethed violently. Yin energy spewed upward like a tide.

“Not good!” Fu Changli’s pupils shrank. The talisman in her hand flared up at once. “There’s more below!”

Her words had barely fallen when three black shapes burst from the fog. Three quasi fourth-rank wraiths, each bound to a different broken magic treasure:

The first was coiled in half a bronze bell, its surface crawled with eerie runes. The second had fused with a broken blood-red spear, black corrosive ichor dripping from the tip. The third was the most horrifying—parasitized in a shattered bronze mirror whose reflected image of a cultivator twisted and warped.

“T-Three quasi fourth-ranks?!”

Death washed the Third Elder of the Cao clan.

A single quasi fourth-rank had already forced them to spend their trump cards. Now three at once—how could they possibly be a match?

“Quick—scatter and run!”

The Third Elder reacted first.

Even before the words finished—

He became a streak of fire and fled. In the blink of an eye he was gone.

The Cao Patriarch had burned his last essence; he could no longer run. Yet he agreed with the Third Elder’s course and hurried to urge, “Old Fifth! Miss Fu! Go, quickly! I’ll stay and draw them off!”

“Patriarch, we go together!”

The Fifth Elder refused; the other two elders were the same.

The Patriarch’s voice snapped cold. “By my authority as Patriarch—I order you to go! Now!”

By now the three quasi fourth-rank wraiths had already closed in. The Fifth Elder and the others gritted their teeth, ignited escape talismans, and vanished into the fog.

Seeing Fu Changli still standing, the Cao Patriarch urged anxiously, “Miss Fu, I’ve no strength left to protect you—go!”

Three wraiths shrieked, raking forward with a flood of yin energy.

Resolve flashed in Fu Changli’s eyes. “Green Luan—manifest!”

“Chiu!”

A clear phoenix cry split the sky.

A phoenix bird of pure verdant jade burst forth, tail-feathers arcing like a rainbow. Its wings spread more than ten zhang; pure azure spirit-flames coiled around it.

“The Green Luan Phoenix Bird?!” The Cao Patriarch was thunderstruck. He had not expected Fu Changli to still have such a trump card—no wonder she had dared to rush out of the formation earlier. Only now did he recall that Fu Changli was a beast-tamer; how could she not carry a powerful spirit companion?

Boom!

The Green Luan Phoenix Bird opened its beak and spewed a pillar of azure flame.

Where the fire passed, yin energy melted like snow beneath blazing sun.

The wraith bound to the bronze bell took the brunt of it, screeching in agony as rune after rune winked out on the bell’s surface.

Fu Changli’s fingers flew through seals.

“Green Luan Transformation!”

“Chiu!”

The phoenix let out a long cry. The seven longest tail-plumes suddenly shed, turning into seven azure fire-swords. Two slashed for the blood spear wraith, while five streaked toward the bronze mirror wraith.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Explosions thundered one upon another. The blood-red spear shattered inch by inch; spiderweb cracks spread across the mirror. The three wraiths writhed in the blue flames, their yin mist thinning before the naked eye.

Fu Changli and the Cao Patriarch both thought they were saved—

But a sudden change erupted.

“Gugaa!”

All three quasi fourth-rank wraiths roared in unison. At once the yin energy below the cliff surged. Tens of thousands of first- and second-rank wraiths soared up, only to be swallowed clean by the suction of the three.

“Not good.”

Fu Changli’s face changed.

The three quasi fourth-rank wraiths unleashed their full fury!

On the bronze bell, eerie runes lit with scarlet blood-glow.

Dong—

The bell tolled. The soundwaves turned into palpable black ripples that swept toward them.

“Chiu!”

The Green Luan cried. Its wings clapped together; azure spirit-flame condensed before it into a wall of fire.

Boom!

The soundwave struck the wall. Flame burst apart. The Green Luan staggered back several zhang, scatterings of blue feathers torn from its wings. But it beat the air hard and recovered, spitting a sword-keen lance of azure fire that shot for the bronze-bell wraith!

Sss—

The flame pierced the bell. Runes shattered. The wraith shrieked as a fissure split the bell’s body.

Before the phoenix could catch its breath—

Swish!

The second wraith’s assault followed. The blood spear quivered. A rain of blood poured down, every drop steeped in venomous, corrosive power.

“Roar!”

The Green Luan flared its tail. The seven primary plumes bloomed with dazzling azure light, becoming seven rotating fire-rings that warded its body.

Sizzle, sizzle—

The toxic rain struck the rings, black smoke hissing up as the flames were gnawed away. The blood-spear wraith sneered; the spear shuddered and a storm of bloody spear-shadows stabbed down like a cloudburst.

“Bad!”

Tension stabbed Fu Changli’s heart.

Her hands knotted a seal.

The Green Luan heaved upward, wings beating hard. At the same time it spat three spiraling fire pillars.

Clang-clang-clang!

The spear-shadows were shredded at once.

The pillars did not fade, but smashed on toward the blood-spear wraith. With a strangled screech, half its body burned to ash.

However—

By now, the phoenix’s demonic power was nearly spent.

Lurking in the shadows, the bronze-mirror wraith saw how tightly the Green Luan guarded Fu Changli. Knowing to catch the chief first, it gave a sharp crack as the mirror twisted and threw back Fu Changli’s image—then the image split apart!

Pfft!

A searing pain tore across Fu Changli’s chest. A bloody gash surfaced out of thin air.

“Roar!”

Sensing its mistress wounded, the Green Luan shrieked, storm-winds in its wings. A tidal wave of azure fire drove the bronze-mirror wraith back. At the same time it flicked its tail; three plumes turned to fire-swords and stabbed for the mirror’s face!

Bang!

Cracks spidered through the mirror. The wraith gave a ghastly chuckle as the broken shards floated up, turning into a storm of poisonous daggers that stabbed at Fu Changli from every direction.

“Chiu—!”

The phoenix’s flames surged, becoming a ring of fire that sealed Fu Changli inside. Its talons hooked like knives as it ripped at the bronze-mirror wraith!

Rip!

The mirror tore open and the wraith reeled, screaming. But the other two had already pounced. The bronze-bell wraith’s six arms churned; sound turned to black blades that hacked for the phoenix.

Though the Green Luan dodged in time, an edge still grazed it. The left wing’s plumes burst apart in a spray; blood sheeted down. The blood-spear wraith grew more ferocious, the spear re-forming into a hundred-zhang blood python that bit down on the phoenix’s neck.

Creeeak—

The Green Luan cried in pain. Its flames raged, searing the blood python, yet the poisonous blood gnawed at it—its aura plummeted fast.

In the nick of time—

Fu Changli was about to withdraw the phoenix and use a Life-Substitution Talisman to flee when, from the depths of the gray fog, a sun-bright Nine Suns Red Lotus Flame came crashing down!

Boom!

A tide of fire swept over. All three wraiths screamed and recoiled.

A cold, stern figure strode out of the flames. His voice was low. “Fourth Sister, I’m here.”

Fu Changsheng took a single step from the Azure Flood Dragon’s back. The Nine Suns Red Lotus Flame around him gathered away in an instant, replaced by three Thunderstriking Swords wound with violet lightning. They hovered before him, blades humming, thunder ringing through the void.

“Fourth Sister—back!”

With a sweep of his sleeve, the three Thunderstriking Swords turned into three streaks of violet light, taking the three Talents positions. Their tips angled downward and slammed into the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three pillars of lightning thundered up. They braided together, sketching a complex starry diagram across the air. The moment the diagram formed, countless fine lightning-veins spread, sealing a hundred-zhang span of space completely.

The Starry Heavenly Thunder Array—complete!

Sensing disaster, the three wraiths hurled themselves at the array’s edge. But the star-chart flowed with light; with each sparkling point a bolt of thunder burst forth like chains of heavenly punishment, pinning the wraiths hard within. Worse still, the array severed them entirely from external yin energy. They could no longer devour lesser wraiths to replenish themselves!

“Roar—”

The bronze-bell wraith raged, blood runes on the bell flaring madly as it tried to shatter the lightning-veins with sound.

Fu Changsheng sneered and brought his palms together.

“Purple Qi rises from the East—divine light to smite evil!”

In that instant, the firmament seemed to split. A strand of the purest purple qi poured down like an inverted Milky Way into the heart of the array. Wherever it passed, filth melted; even the gray fog slunk back!

“Gugaa—”

The three wraiths wailed in misery. To them, the purple qi was molten lava scouring their souls. The blood-spear wraith’s spear-body cracked apart; the bronze-mirror wraith’s face shattered; even the stubborn bronze-bell wraith split with a thousand fissures.

Fu Changsheng gave them no chance to breathe.

He raised two fingers like a sword and stabbed at the sky. “Bing-Fire Divine Thunder—fall!”

Kra-cha!!!

A bolt of blood-red lightning crashed down from the array’s heart, tinged with a breath of true solar fire. It swallowed the three wraiths whole.

Sss-la—

Like a hot knife through lard, the three quasi fourth-rank wraiths were minced apart under the twin grindstones of purple divine light and Bing-Fire Divine Thunder. The bronze bell exploded; the blood spear dissolved to reeking black pus; the bronze mirror burst with a bang, shards flying.

When the glare faded, only three paling soul-shreds remained within the array. Fu Changsheng flicked his sleeve and surged the Nine Suns Red Lotus Flame across them. The remnants turned to ash.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Three bronze Transmission Tokens crashed to the ground, lightning still crackling faintly along their faces.

Fu Changsheng waved, withdrawing the array; the three Thunderstriking Swords flew back into his sleeve. The rainbow radiance from the Seven-Colored Glazed Beast still limned his body and his aura still held at False Core, yet his gaze was already on the blood across Fu Changli’s robe. “Yao Yao, see to your Fourth Aunt’s wounds.”

“Yes, Father.”

Yao Yao leapt down from the dragon’s back. With her Healing Spirit Body, she had mostly recovered on the way.

Meanwhile, the Green Luan Phoenix Bird turned to a streak of azure and slipped into Fu Changli’s sleeve. She looked at Fu Changsheng with unconcealed shock. “Patriarch, your Purple Qi Divine Light is more than ten times stronger than before.”

In the early years, Fu Changli had followed Fu Changsheng through several secret realms and witnessed the power of his Purple Qi Divine Light. Compared to now, though, it was a different world.

Fu Changsheng had discovered it by accident as well.

After his cultivation rose to the False Core realm, the Purple Qi Divine Light’s might had reached the level of a treasure-Technique cultivable only by Golden Core True Persons—and it was especially effective against the wraiths here. He turned his eyes to the still-stunned Cao Patriarch and nodded. “Fellow Daoist Cao, just now…thank you for guarding my younger sister.”

The Cao Patriarch started as if waking and waved repeatedly. “Ashamed—if Fellow Daoist Fu hadn’t arrived in time, I, Cao, would have…”

A razor-shrill hiss tore across the distance—

Whoosh!

A blood-colored arrow ripped through the fog, straight at Fu Changsheng’s back.

Yet—

Fu Changsheng seemed to have expected it. Not a flicker of panic crossed his face. His eyes chilled. Without moving, he let a crimson fire-screen bloom around him.

Sss—

The blood arrow struck the fire-screen and was burned to ash at once, but the sinister miasma clinging to it twisted like a living thing, trying to gnaw through his protective flames.

“Hmph.”

Fu Changsheng snorted. Lightning flashed in his palm; a Bing-Fire Divine Thunder burst and erased the miasma utterly. His gaze cut like a blade toward the arrow’s origin. His voice went cold. “Sneaking cur—come out.”

The fog rolled. A sibilant laugh drifted forth. “Worthy of the Fu clan’s prodigy—you dispelled even the ‘Soul-Eroding Blood Arrow’ with ease.”

Before the voice finished, four figures walked from the mist. The leader wore a blood-colored robe, face corpse-pale, a dark red longbow in hand with threads of grievance coiling along it.

“Blood Fiend Sect?” Fu Changsheng frowned, recognizing their origin.

Blood Fiend Sect cultivators practiced wicked paths—refining blood and forging souls with cruel methods. Their infamy in the cultivation world was well-earned. He hadn’t expected them to slip in here as well.

The leader, Xue Wuming, split a grin and showed white teeth. “Fu Changsheng, that False Core of yours is propped up by a secret art. How long do you think you can hold it? Hand over the bronze Transmission Tokens, and I’ll let you die quickly.”

The two blood-robed men at his side sneered and raised their tools—one a blood-flag, the other a dripping skull. Both clearly held False Core cultivation!

Fu Changsheng’s gaze was icy. Facing a three-sided False Core encirclement, he did not flinch. He sent a swift voice-transmission: “Yao Yao—set the Nine-Palace Spirit-Locking Array. Trap one.”

“Yes, Father!”

Yao Yao’s crisp reply came as her hands flashed. Nine formation flags flew from her sleeves and turned into nine streaks of light, sealing the four quarters.

“Nine-Palace Spirit-Locking—rise!”

Hum!

The array took shape. An invisible barrier sprang up, caging the blood-flag wielder inside!

“Damn!” The flag-bearer’s face changed. He hammered at the array with blood fiend power, but Yao Yao’s formation was innately strong against evil beings. He could not break free for a time!

At the same moment, Fu Changsheng’s sleeve swept as he barked, “Seven-Colored Glazed Beast, Azure Flood Dragon—hold him!”

“Roooar—!”

The Azure Flood Dragon bellowed, dragon might surging. It spat a lance of azure lightning straight at the skull-wielding cultivator!

The Seven-Colored Glazed Beast became a stream of seven-hued light that wound round the man, slowing his movements and jamming the flow of his essence!

“Now—it’s your turn.”

Fu Changsheng’s gaze locked onto Xue Wuming. He lifted his right hand. A simple bronze bell surfaced in his palm.

“Spirit-Devouring Insects—manifest!”

Buzzzz—!

The void trembled. Innumerable tiny black motes swarmed from his sleeve, turning in an eye-blink into a heaven-shadowing cloud of insects!

“Spirit-Devouring Weaponization—cleave!”

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The swarm condensed madly—into a pitch-black greatsword, a blood-red lance, a dark-iron shield, dozens of hair-fine flying needles—then rained down like a storm!

Xue Wuming’s pupils shrank. “Spirit-Devouring Insects?! How can you have so many?!”

He flung up a blood-bone shield to block, but the weapons born of the insects were preternaturally sharp, carving crack after crack into its face.

The other False Core stumbled into even worse straits. He tried to flee by secret art, but Fu Changsheng had already flicked a hand—

“Thunderstriking Sword—sever!”

Kra-cha!

Violet thunder ripped the air and smashed his blood-light guard to shards.

“Ah—!”

He screamed as half his body charred. Before he could recover, Fu Changsheng’s seals shifted coldly.

“Purple Qi Divine Light—annihilate.”

Boom.

A resplendent purple radiance fell like a heaven-mandate. It swallowed the False Core whole.

“No—”

His shriek rose and cut off. Flesh unraveled inch by inch; even his soul was purified, leaving only dust.

One False Core—fallen.

Seeing this, Xue Wuming’s face twisted. Fear finally pried into his heart. “How is this Fu Changsheng…this terrifying?!”

He snarled, “Retreat!”

Even as he spoke, he crushed a blood-jade slip and flashed into a streak of blood-light, fleeing far away.

The False Core bound by the dragon and the glazed beast tried to run as well—but would Fu Changsheng allow it?

“Bing-Fire Divine Thunder—detonate.”

Boom—

A red thunder-flower burst. The man didn’t even have time to scream before he was ash under fire and lightning.

A second False Core—fallen.

The blood-flag wielder trapped within the Nine-Palace Spirit-Locking Array saw one comrade dead, the other fled, and was scared out of his wits. He burned his essence blood madly and finally tore open the formation, bolting headlong into the fog.

Fu Changsheng did not give chase. He calmly recalled the Spirit-Devouring Insects and the Thunderstriking Swords. His aura still cut like a blade.

To one side, the Cao Patriarch still hadn’t found his breath.

The battle just now—

It was proof enough: once Fu Changsheng truly stepped into False Core, there would be no rival beneath Golden Core. He might even exchange blows with a genuine Golden Core True Person. Such terrifying battle power—once he grew—meant the Fu clan was poised to soar.

“No wonder Cao Xianger was willing to pledge herself.”

“Patriarch Cao, we’re leaving.”

By now—

Fu Changsheng’s aura had fallen back to the eighth layer of Purple Mansion. After fight upon fight, the Seven-Colored Glazed Beast’s seven-hued divine power likely couldn’t be used again today. With everyone gathered, they had to reach the teleportation array at once.

Fu Changsheng tapped his toe and landed on the Azure Flood Dragon’s back.

The dragon became a streak of blue and sped toward the guiding light that marked the teleportation array.

On the way—

Fu Changsheng swept his spiritual sense through the spoils in the storage pouches of the two Blood Fiend Sect False Cores.

The first pouch—

Over three thousand mid-grade spirit stones piled like a small hill, glowing with spiritual light.

Beside them lay several dozen dark red Blood-Fiend Crystals, thin threads of blood-qi coiling from their facets.

Clearly refined from living men’s blood.

His gaze passed over three lengths of Hundred-Year Soulwood, the warped human faces in the black grain still wailing in silence.

“Not a bad haul.”

He gave a cold smile and drew out a damaged Ten-Thousand-Souls Blood Banner. Countless wailing ghosts still twisted upon its face. “This can go to Qiu Chan.”

A dozen Soul-Locking Nails and a Blood-Fiend Heart-Guarding Mirror were intact. Vile things, all of them—but with a little re-forging, perhaps they’d serve a new purpose.

At the bottom he even found a bronze Transmission Token.

The second pouch held much the same.

A bit over two thousand mid-grade spirit stones.

A heavy chunk of Profound Iron.

Five Wraith Beads sealed with resentful souls.

The dripping skull pseudo-treasure had been blasted apart, leaving only shards.

But the thirty-six Yin-Fiend Needles were exquisitely made, meant to pierce body-guarding qi. He put them aside separately.

In addition—

There were two vile secret Techniques, Blood-Shadow Escape and Heart-Gnawing Curse.

“Hm?”

There were four bronze Transmission Tokens in this one.

Fu Changsheng’s eyes lit.

Counting it up—

He now held eleven bronze Transmission Tokens. With four for his own Fu clan’s use, there were seven to spare. “The Blood Fiend Sect clearly already had enough tokens—so why keep killing for more?”

As the thought formed—

The corner of his eye caught the Cao Patriarch staring enviously at his inventorying, and a faint smile tugged his lips. He finally understood.

Quasi fourth-rank wraiths—

Not something just anyone could slay.

By now, no doubt plenty of weaker cultivators were squatting by the teleportation array. As for the Blood Fiend Sect, they merely meant to fatten themselves by reselling their surplus bronze tokens to those people.

Since they were already in the Taixu Hall—

Right now, whatever price you asked—so long as it wasn’t outrageous—those cultivators would likely cough up spirit goods to trade.

“Quite the business opportunity.”

At that moment—

The familiar mechanical chime rang in his mind.

Ding.

“You successfully rescued your clansmen and harvested rich spoils, bolstering the clan’s foundation. You gain 1,000 family contribution points.”

Right after—

The panel’s contribution tally rolled to sixteen thousand five hundred.

“Father, the teleportation array is just ahead!”

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