Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

”Honor belongs to everyone. Fighting over the remains—Meng Yang is also a main force—everyone is brothers, so why make distinctions!”

Su Yue smiled indifferently.

These guys, in the Wetlands, were all more flamboyant and thick-skinned than one another.

Returning to the Divine Land, it seems they’ve become reserved.

”Su Yue, I thank you!”

Wearing a sharp uniform, Meng Yang walked up to Su Yue and saluted without saying a word.

Su Yue was slightly startled.

Reflexively, he saluted back with an unspeakable solemnity.

”Alright, let’s not be melodramatic. Let’s go to the cemetery.”

Zhao Qian’en’s expression had relaxed a bit, but he still looked exhausted, clearly having not slept.

”Su Yue, sincerely thank you!”

Before leaving the house, Meng Yang thanked him once more.

Truthfully, the pressure of sending the ashes weighed most on Meng Yang.

He was the benchmark of Eastern Martial artists. Although it was an honor for Su Yue to go, such heavy ceremonial duties rightly should be the responsibility of Eastern Martial arts.

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Next comes a slightly tedious waiting.

Sending off General Lin Dongqi is no small matter.

Many prominent figures arrived at Dongdu City’s cemetery.

Su Yue had never realized that there were so many Ninth Grades in the Divine Land.

They specifically set aside a morning to attend the funeral at Dongdu City, which was quite risky. Once the funeral ended, they had to hurriedly return to their respective posts.

Some Grandmasters who couldn’t physically be present also sent their deep condolences.

Su Yue surveyed the scene.

Just among those he knew, there were several Ninth Grades.

Major General of the Miracle Corps, Mu Jingliang.

Major General of the Yan Gui Corps, Yan Chenyun.

Major General of the Wei Yuan Corps, Liu Yizhou.

Major General of the Zhenqin Corps, Wang Yetao.

Major General of the Bianhan Corps, Yao Chenqing.

Major General from the Shenchu Corps also came, though Su Yue didn’t recognize them.

The Zhao Qi Corps currently has no Major General.

There is also Bai Hui Sect and Zhao Qian’en, both Ninth Grades.

Many department-level Ninth Grades from the Cabinet, except Mo Qizheng; the others were unfamiliar faces.

To Lin Dongqi, these Ninth Grades were all once comrades-in-arms.

Su Yue even noticed two figures dressed in long robes from the Daoist sect. Though they were Ninth Grades, their aura was different from military martial artists, seeming transcendent and untainted by worldly matters.

Several Ninth Grades recognized Su Yue and nodded toward him as a greeting. The heavy atmosphere didn’t suit much conversation.

The time to place the ashes in the cemetery was approaching.

Meng Yang appeared solemn, holding Lin Dongqi’s ashes, standing at the forefront of the human race.

Su Yue, Bai Xiaolong, and Yang Lezhi stood right behind Meng Yang.

Behind them were the Divine Land’s Ninth-grade powerhouses.

Following them were each corps’ Eighth-grade Vice Admirals, various provinces’ Governors, and the Cabinet’s Eighth-grade experts.

Due to limited space, few Seventh-grade Martial Artists attended, mostly Vice Admirals from the Zhao Qi Corps.

”Child, let’s go, send Dongqi home!”

The cemetery entrance was initially silent.

Suddenly, a vibrant, white-haired elder dressed in a neat military uniform appeared beside Meng Yang.

His voice was calm but audible to everyone.

The sudden apparition startled them, but Meng Yang maintained an expressionless composure; in such a setting, even if aliens invaded, he couldn’t show any emotional change.

Su Yue observed.

This elder bore no hint of a martial artist’s aura, resembling a retired ordinary person, save for wearing a uniform.

Moreover, the elder’s uniform differed from the Zhao Qi Corps’.

”It’s Marshal Yuan Longhan; don’t panic!”

As a relative, Zhao Qian’en was in the front row, softly reminding Su Yue and the others.

”Indeed!”

Though Su Yue’s expression remained unchanged, he was inwardly deeply shaken.

He was indeed Marshal Yuan Longhan.