Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

In the West Martial Academy, Su Yue wandered around.

The new semester had just started, and everyone was in high spirits, with even more students than usual.

Of course, people on the street were pointing at Su Yue.

He was now a well-known figure in the Divine Land, vaguely embodying the style of Wuda’s top student.

Fellow students seemed to want to greet him, but they were a bit intimidated.

Su Yue maintained an awkward smile on his face, nodding frequently at his classmates.

No wonder celebrities wear masks when they go out.

This kind of feeling of being stared at wherever you go is really uncomfortable.

Maybe at first, there’s a slight secret pleasure.

But after a while, it becomes very uncomfortable.

Su Yue arrived at the student council building.

Several student council members told Su Yue that Mu Cheng and Bai Xiaolong had gone to other martial arts academies for lectures and would not be at school during this time.

Su Yue suddenly felt bored.

Through the student council window, Su Yue watched the martial artists below with their arms around each other’s shoulders, even feeling a bit envious inside.

They were following a normal trajectory.

Freshmen were all striving in the first rank, and they had many peers in the same rank.

The second year wasn’t that far off either.

But Su Yue had progressed too quickly and couldn’t integrate into the circles of ordinary students.

”Perhaps loneliness is just the price of being strong.”

Su Yue shook his head.

Back in the dormitory, Su Yue didn’t find much meaning either.

Bai Xiaolong’s yard was locked.

Mu Cheng’s yard was locked.

It was said that Du Jing’s Book had directly taken leave this time, as the guy might be breaking through to the fourth rank.

”Forget it, let’s go down to the Wet Realm, head to the East Battle Dao for some grueling cultivation, and aim to break through to 2000 cards first; we’ll talk about the future later!”

Unknowingly, night had fallen.

Su Yue packed lightly, using the Beast Selection Waist Bag to pack quite a few elixirs, and headed for the Wet Ghost Tower.

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After a series of checks, Su Yue finally returned to the familiar Wet Realm Battlefield.

This time, he could clearly feel the martial artists guarding the Wet Ghost Tower were more appreciative of him.

This Jiangyuan Country war was just right for Yan Chenyun, who joined the battle, so the Yan Gui Corps received quite a few resource allocations, and they naturally had to be grateful to Su Yue.

”Su Yue, you did great!

”Taking down a Blood Boiling Race member alone in front of the formation, I was so excited I almost couldn’t stand!”

Jia Weisu gave Su Yue a hearty hug.

Seeing the younger generation grow up and become stronger than themselves filled them with joy.

”Luck, just luck!”

Su Yue modestly replied.

”But rest assured, as long as you’re in the second battlefield, we absolutely won’t let you escape, haha!”

Jia Weisu reminded Su Yue once more.

No matter how preventive they were, you slipped from Jiangyuan Country back to the Wet Realm.

As long as you’re back in the second battlefield, we absolutely can’t let you escape.

”Haha, if not for seeking opportunities in the Wet Realm, I wouldn’t have broken through so quickly. I’m lucky, I won’t die easily!”

Su Yue let out a bitter laugh.

These old comrades were overly protective, as if guarding against a thief.

If I really wanted to escape, honestly, you couldn’t stop me either.

”By the way, has the battlefield been peaceful lately?”

Su Yue asked again.

”The second battlefield has always been relatively peaceful, and recently you guys cleared out Mao Yao City, making the Yangxiang Race quite docile.

”Actually, in the Wet Realm, our biggest threat is the Yangxiang Race. As long as they can settle down, we can likely hold off the other races.

”That damn Yangxiang Race, if we could completely wipe them out, we’d have half as many enemies!”

Jia Weisu cursed through gritted teeth.

”That’s right, the Yangxiang Race is cunning and adept at changing sides, they’re the hardest to deal with.”

Su Yue entirely agreed.

Dealing with the Yangxiang Race, each step was thrilling, as nobody knew what traps they had in store.

Like with Mokai.

If not for my father and I intervening, the beheading at Thunder Sacrifice City might not have succeeded.

Key factor is, this race loves Earth’s environment the most and is particularly fond of the hearts of human martial artists.

This hatred has become one of life and death.

”Our second battlefield is calm, but reportedly several intense battles have erupted in the third battlefield’s Jing Niao City, with the Zhao Qi Corps suffering heavy losses.

”And the Divine Elder Cang Ji of Jing Niao City is absolutely formidable; he’s said to be the strongest below the Peak level, having battled Ninth Grade experts from the other seven races without a single defeat.

”Your father, General Yan Chenyun, and General Lin Dongqi have all been defeated by Cang Ji.

”Two years ago, Cang Ji had already returned to the Eight Races Sacred Land, but for some reason, he’s back in Jing Niao City.”

Jia Weisu recounted the latest happenings in the Wet Realm to Zhao Chu.

”Cang Ji?”

Su Yue’s pupils flashed.

In Mao Yao City, he seemed to have overheard others talking about Cang Ji, this Divine Elder.

Jia Weisu wasn’t mistaken.

Cang Ji indeed has the title of the strongest below the Ninth Grade, and according to many analyses from the Yangxiang Race, he should be the strongest in the Sacred Land’s outer territory.

In the Wet Realm’s Eight Races, the true powerhouses are all in the Eight Races Sacred Land.

But being known as the strongest in the outer territory is enough to prove this person’s terrifying nature.

”You don’t know, a few years ago, the third battlefield was especially tough!

”This Cang Ji, countless times, has assaulted the Wet Ghost Tower, and it was only thanks to Lin Dongqi’s staunch defense that it wasn’t breached.

”General Lin Dongqi’s story is tragic too; he’s the Ninth Grade who’s been defeated by Cang Ji the most times.”

Jia Weisu sighed.

Su Yue nodded.

The Zhao Qi Corps is likely suppressing the Eastern Divine Continent, and perhaps students like Wang Lu Feng from the East Martial School would also join the battle.

Let’s hope Wang Lu Feng stays safe.

Facing an enemy like Cang Ji is indeed challenging.

”The Wei Yuan Corps slaughtered Mao Yao City, disgracing the Peak Race Venerable of the Eight Races Sacred Land, so Cang Ji’s return to the third battlefield might be for revenge, increasing the pressure on Lin Dongqi.”