Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

Su Yue was observing the wooden parrot.

Meanwhile, Mo Kai was observing Su Yue.

This outsider boy was truly extraordinary.

He was young, not yet 20, but his innate talent was rare in this world.

He even surpassed his own deceased apprentice.

Moreover, being able to spot the wooden parrot at a glance indicated his exceptional combat strategy comprehension, something that ordinary third-grade Yangxiang Race members couldn’t detect.

In fact, even Fourth-Grade Martial Artists found it difficult to notice.

Fifth-Grade Martial Artists would likely recognize the wooden parrot’s uniqueness, but even they couldn’t see its deeper significance.

It’s a pity.

The wooden parrot, due to the depletion of Spiritual Qi, could no longer support understanding by the fourth grade. Only those with a slightly weaker third-grade Qi Blood intensity wouldn’t destroy the wooden parrot outright.

This was the reason Mo Kai stayed at Chaotic Camp Mountain.

He wanted to see if he could find a potential apprentice among these third-grade vagabonds.

Heaven rewards those who put in effort.

He actually found one.

But that alone wasn’t enough, merely spotting it didn’t qualify one as his direct disciple.

Mo Kai had already comprehended half of the strategy of the demon language, making him able to teach it to an apprentice without reservation.

But the apprentice’s talent also needed to be exceptional.

At the very least, upon first getting the wooden parrot, they must be able to comprehend about 3%.

As long as they could understand 3%, he was confident he could teach the apprentice the demon language.

It wouldn’t even take long.

Mo Kai was a Ninth Grade Grandmaster, having studied the demon language for many years, he could help his apprentice learn quickly.

But first, he needed to confirm that the young outsider before him could comprehend 3% at their first attempt.

Of course, merely having comprehension wasn’t enough.

Since it was concerning his direct disciple, other abilities were necessary too. They couldn’t be just a simpleton.

Even if they were a simpleton, Mo Kai would still take them back for training, but necessary assessments couldn’t be skipped; they were a way of gauging potential.

Thump thump!

Thump thump!

At that moment, Mo Kai, a dignified Ninth Grade Divine Elder, even felt his heart racing.

”Old sir, you...”

Su Yue walked over with a serious face.

He particularly wanted to examine the wooden parrot. Without physical contact, his understanding of it was very vague.

Intuition told Su Yue that this wooden parrot wasn’t simple.

The combat strategy it contained was likely an unparalleled one.

Su Yue hadn’t expected to find such a treasure in a place where vagabonds gathered.

And it was in the hands of a very ordinary old man.

If necessary, he would find a way to seize it, but of course, he’d start with courtesy.

”Youngster, you can’t just take this wooden parrot. If this old man dies, the parrot will shatter, too.

”However, if you like, I can let you examine it.”

Mo Kai suppressed the joy in his heart and looked at Su Yue calmly.

This young man was a particularly pure-blooded Yangxiang Race. For three generations, his ancestors had not interbred with any of the eight races of the wet realm, making his bloodline as pure as the springs of the Holy Land.

The eight tribes of the wet realm had been at war for years, leading to much mixed blood circulating.

Of course, due to the strong genes of the Yangxiang Race, most bloodlines ultimately became part of the Yangxiang Race.

But these bloodlines were particularly mixed.

Su Yue’s bloodline, however, was a rare, pure one.

”Thank you, old sir!”

Su Yue nodded.

He walked over and carefully picked up the wooden parrot.

It was very fragile.

The wooden parrot was like an antique on the verge of weathering away, and Su Yue was worried it might be blown apart by the slightest breeze.

Su Yue didn’t waste any time.

He gently held the wooden parrot in his hands and frowned, starting to comprehend it.

Indeed, it was an unparalleled combat strategy.

Very complex.

But it wasn’t a combat strategy for fighting, nor for defense, nor for speed.

Instead, it was a kind of... language.

Yes.

Su Yue deciphered for a long time, managing to extract only a little information.

It was a language.

A very mystical language.

[Demon Language].

Yes, the name of the strategy was Demon Language.

A language for conversing with demon beasts.

Suddenly, Su Yue thought of his old friend, Crown Prince Ning Beast.

Back in the Ning Beast Jungle, many Ning Beasts had roared at him. While he could grasp the general idea, it wasn’t clear.

Like a pet dog barking at you.

You can guess it’s hungry or thirsty.

But you don’t understand its true meaning.

Perhaps the pet dog just wanted to go out and play, but you fed it, and it returned to eat.

Then, you’d think the pet dog was merely hungry, thus ignoring its desire to go out and play.

This was a language discrepancy.

Su Yue and Crown Prince Ning Beast had experienced similar situations.

Even though Su Yue attempted to understand what Ning Beast was saying, and Ning Beast was strenuously expressing itself, many meanings always ended up being misunderstood.

There were similar problems between humans and many other diverse races.

Of course, in various martial arts academies, there were studies in wet realm linguistics, which had matured significantly over the years.

But no matter how advanced it got, misunderstandings still occurred, even among people of Divine Land and the Americans when they exchanged words on Earth.

The unparalleled combat strategy, within the wooden parrot, however, could comprehend any language worldwide.

Whether within human races, among wet realm diverse races, or even various beasts, one could comprehend and effectively communicate.

A vast, complex, yet formidable strategy.

Su Yue subconsciously swallowed.

If he could grasp this strategy, it might make traveling through the wet realm much safer in the future.

Knowing when beasts were roaring with enmity allowed only for retreat.

But understanding the precise language would reveal the extent of their rage.