Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

The memorial process wasn’t as lengthy as expected; the Military Department’s style has always been brief and concise.

The major events of Lin Dongqi’s life were simply announced, followed by the placing of the Grand General’s ashes in the mausoleum.

There was a process of viewing the remains, but since Lin Dongqi’s body had been damaged by Cang Ji’s Qi Blood and had started to decay, the Military Department had already cremated him in advance.

In the end, people could only gaze at the Grand General’s photograph.

The atmosphere in the mausoleum was indescribably oppressive.

Zhao Qian’en, eyes red, received condolences one by one; he was Lin Dongqi’s last family member.

It felt like only a moment had passed, but in fact, it had been the entire morning.

Emerging from the mausoleum, the sun was already high in the sky.

”Marshal, I shouldn’t be away from the corps for too long; I must hurry back now, as travel abroad is somewhat far.”

Liu Yizhou was the first to speak.

”Hmm, be careful abroad!

”It’s hard work going out!”

Yuan Longhan nodded calmly.

”It’s expected; don’t talk about hard work. Such a pity about Old Lin... sigh...”

Liu Yizhou shook his head.

In fact, Lin Dongqi was rather special. He wasn’t exactly a stranger to the Grand Generals of other corps, but not very familiar either.

At the very least, he didn’t interact much with Liu Yizhou.

Among the other Grand Generals, there was Su Qingfeng as a link. In their youth, they faced life and death, played tricks on each other, and came and went, but Lin Dongqi didn’t; he was one who rushed to the Ninth Grade alone.

Yet Liu Yizhou still lamented.

Although Divine Land has barely steadied its footing, the damp realm is still not to be underestimated.

The burden is heavy and the road is long.

”Godfather!”

After bidding farewell to Yuan Longhan, Liu Yizhou approached Su Yue, examining his wounds carefully.

Su Yue smiled, indicating that he was fine.

”You did well, but also pay attention to safety.”

Liu Yizhou rubbed Su Yue’s head, forcing a smile.

”Godfather, be careful abroad as well. By the way, Moke is on the third battlefield!”

Su Yue said.

”I know.

”Actually, you don’t need to worry too much about Moke; he’s turned against the Eight Races Sacred Land, so theoretically he can’t help Cang Ji. Perhaps there’s some scheme; I will investigate it!”

Liu Yizhou responded.

He is considered an old rival of Moke, so he understands quite a bit.

This creature is very selfish; if there’s no benefit, he won’t randomly make enemies!

”I’m leaving; I’ll come back to see you when I have time!”

Liu Yizhou was indeed in a hurry, managing only to say hello to Su Yue.

Just then, Yan Chenyun came over.

”Su Yue, oh Su Yue, you’ve sneaked out from the second battlefield and made your way to the East District. Should I assign someone to stay by your side?”

Yan Chenyun looked at Su Yue helplessly.

In the Yan Gui Corps, Yan Chenyun emphasized again and again, never letting Su Yue run out of Cangyuan Sixth Camp.

But this kid just went where it was dangerous and even faced off with Cang Ji.

This time, fortunately, he was only injured; if Su Yue had died in Zhao Qi Corps, Yan Chenyun wouldn’t know how to explain to West Martial.

”General, this time was an accident!”

Su Yue chuckled awkwardly.

Facing Yan Chenyun, he indeed felt somewhat embarrassed.

”I’ll return to the West District first, and once the injuries heal, I’ll head back to West Martial!”

Yan Chenyun said seriously.

”Understood!”

Su Yue nodded.

Mu Jingliang came over, said a few words to settle Su Yue, and hurriedly left; he had been away from Miracle Corps for quite a long time and needed to get back quickly.

Wang Yetao was also an old acquaintance of Su Yue, and although Zhenqin Corps didn’t head to the damp realm, it was still busy with many affairs.

He came to greet Su Yue and then left immediately.

Su Yue looked at Wang Yetao’s weary face and could only feel helpless.

Every day, Divine Land experiences various assaults; Zhenqin Corps is constantly on the run, and even the Grand Generals are exhausted.

Heroic Spirit Mausoleum receives ashes daily, and no battlefield is truly peaceful.

Wars even more tragic than this occur frequently!

Yao Chenqing glanced at Su Yue. Although he wasn’t familiar with him, he nodded and exchanged greetings!

Afterward, Yao Chenqing looked at Yang Lezhi and said, ”Take good care of Baiyan.”

”Rest assured, General!”

Yang Lezhi nodded.

There was a conflict between Yao Chenqing and Xu Baiyan that Yang Lezhi was not qualified to meddle in, but he chose to respect Xu Baiyan.

Then, Yao Chenqing departed directly.

Before long, the great generals from the seven major corps had mostly dispersed.

Meanwhile, Grand Marshal Yuan Longhan remained with hands behind his back, standing motionless, staring into the mausoleum.

Though outside and separated from the memorial tablets by several years, he seemed to want to read clearly the names of each sacrificed Martial Artist.

The Grandmasters were gradually leaving.

Su Yue and the others were juniors, not convenient to leave in haste; besides, they also wished to stay longer to comfort Zhao Qian’en.

At this moment, Su Yue and the others curiously observed Yuan Longhan; being so close was generally rare, for he is the idol of all Grandmasters!

The most legendary Grand Marshal of Divine Land is hard to encounter normally.

Su Yue slowly exhaled!

It was he who saved his father’s life single-handedly.

Thus, Su Yue always wanted to thank the Grand Marshal personally, but the other was evidently in contemplation, unable to interrupt.

Perhaps... the Marshal would say hello to him?

After all, he is Su Qingfeng’s son.

Crackling bursts!

Suddenly, faint sounds of lightning cracking appeared in Su Yue’s brain, not piercing, very subtle.

”I am Yuan Longhan, both of us possess extraordinary bone phenomena, so I can vibrate the electrical lights hidden in your bones, creating sound wave vibrations; don’t be startled!”

In the next breath, a voice appeared in Su Yue’s head, indistinguishable as male or female, akin to an electronic synthesis.