Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Chapter 299: Chapter 143: Su Yue, Let Me Take You to New Heights, Lu Feng_4

The identity of Zhou Yuncan is that of a fugitive planning to escape to the borders of the Divine Land, charged with desertion on the battlefield, causing the death of his comrades.

Wang Lu Feng’s identity is that of a rebellious and paranoid second-generation rich kid, repeatedly ostracized by his family, provoking him to join the Yangxiang Sect as a lesson to his family.

These identities were specially designed by the Zhenqin Corps based on their profiles.

Su Yue used to be a martial artist.

Wang Lu Feng could also be considered a second-generation wealthy kid.

Zhou Yuncan had captured many fugitives at the border, and he was quite familiar with them.

According to Su Yue’s understanding, these three identities are not entirely fabricated out of thin air.

They do have real counterparts.

They have indeed been recruited by the Yangxiang Sect and are currently considering the offer.

In fact, the three have mostly agreed to the Yangxiang Sect’s recruitment.

They just need to connect with their contact person.

Unfortunately.

Their identities were usurped.

As for the whereabouts of these three people, it was not something Su Yue and the others needed to worry about.

To the people of the Divine Land, the Yangxiang Sect’s cultists were hated and deserving of death.

Although the Zhenqin Corps hadn’t located the Yangxiang Sect’s prisoner camps, they easily captured those small-time thieves.

Even the intermediaries serving the Yangxiang Sect in secret had infiltrators from the Zhenqin Corps.

Thus, Su Yue and his group could blend in safely.

...

The entire afternoon, Su Yue and his team were engaged in disguising.

They consumed the Disguise Pill from the Military Department, supplemented with some herbs and combat techniques.

Su Yue physically grew ten centimeters taller, appearing as thin as a lamppost, sallow and emaciated, but in his eyes occasionally flashed a fierce glint from years of combat.

Such an expression was second nature to Su Yue.

Wang Lu Feng gained over 80 pounds, resembling an unsuccessful overweight recluse.

His acting was basically passable.

Zhou Yuncan was an even better actor.

The way he looked at anyone carried with it a deep sense of vigilance.

”Tonight, you’ll be arranged to enter the Yangxiang Sect.

”You can eat anything they provide without worry, as the serum in your body can neutralize most toxins.

”Even if it can’t, as long as you come back alive, the Research Institute will help heal you.

”Furthermore, the Yangxiang Sect’s current recruitment of martial artists shouldn’t pose any danger, as they won’t want cripples.”

The poker-faced figure explained further.

”Yes, understood!”

Su Yue looked at Zhou Yuncan and Wang Lu Feng, nodding to them.

Each of them held details of their new identities, and from now on, they needed to memorize them thoroughly.

Subsequently, the three of them set off in three different vehicles, heading to three different cities.

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Qingwu!

Ding Beitu and his team worked tirelessly with the bark Su Yue brought back.

The Research Lab, which had been quiet for a long time, finally began to show its prowess.

Ding Beitu had long forgotten he was a vice-principal; nothing else mattered.

Only research did.

Due to the uniqueness of the alien script, there wasn’t much recorded on the bark; Ding Beitu and his team studied for a long time, and most of it was incomplete documentation with little practical significance.

But today, they finally discovered a bizarre manuscript.

From the Yangxiang Race.

The Folding Door.

This was a relatively complete manuscript, although there were still many missing parts. Ding Beitu and his team translated the general content.

In the Wet Realm.

There are five doors left by gods, essentially artifacts of evil.

Upon opening these doors, the aliens can appear in a different place instantly, much like teleportation portals.

Moreover, specific requirements are needed to open these doors.

For instance, using special blood to water them.

This was just an ordinary manuscript; among the Yangxiang Race, literature about such evil artifacts was common, diverse, and a teleportation portal was hardly the most absurd.

However, this manuscript drew the Research Lab’s attention because it explicitly mentioned the Wuwen Race.

Indeed.

The Wuwen Race is the term for human martial artists in the Wet Realm.

The manuscript explained that the Folding Door is very old, and according to elder calculations, it requires the blood of the Wuwen Race to reactivate.

The document also mentioned that the Folding Door is about to disappear, and with it, the Yangxiang Race will lose it.

The language was chaotic and monotonous.

It was similar to an instruction manual on Earth.

Ding Beitu and his team wasted no time, and he worked overnight to type up a translation document:

Folding Door:

Can be understood as having the effect of a portal for crossing dimensions.

Requires the blood of human martial artists as a sacrifice.

(But there’s no need for a Grandmaster) This is a hypothesis from the Research Lab and not precise.

The Folding Door is also an artifact of evil that the Yangxiang Race is about to lose.

There are a total of five mentioned in the manuscript.

After finishing, Ding Beitu sent the manuscript to the Divine Land Research Institute in an encrypted file.

”Portal... this Yangxiang Race’s artifact of evil sure is varied and flamboyant.”

Ding Beitu forcibly made the teachers take a break; staying up every night was unsustainable.

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Zhenqin Corps!

The General stood by the window.

The children have left; by now, they might already be on the Yangxiang Race’s vehicle.

Hopefully, this mission will yield some results.

This time with the martial artists being captured, Wang Yetao had an unsettling foreboding.

The Yangxiang Sect usually only kills, rarely putting in the effort to capture others.

What exactly are they planning?

Knock knock!

Though it was late at night, a major general knocked on the door.

Then, with a grave expression, he walked straight into Wang Yetao’s office.

He knew the General was still awake at this hour.

”General, the latest report from the Research Institute mentions the Yangxiang Race.”