Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

This is awkward.

Setting aside whether he could even run into 99 Fifth-Grade foreign races, even if he really did, Su Yue still wouldn’t be able to kill them all. The other side aren’t idiots, they’re not gonna line up and come deliver their heads one by one.

That one-against-ten in the prison only worked because the inmates didn’t have weapons, and he had stacked a whole bunch of buffs on himself.

But support-type battle techniques don’t last forever. With weapons in play, even if Su Yue could fight ten, he’d still end up injured.

Have to admit, releasing 99 shadow clones would scare people to death—this is basically a small army.

But the conditions are just insane.

”Forget it, more skills never hurt anyone. There’s still a few hours before the agreed time, I’ll condense the Hell Ring first.”

Su Yue didn’t need sleep, and he had nothing else to do with the remaining time.

The battle pattern of the Demonic Gu Hell technique was complicated, but for Su Yue, it wasn’t particularly difficult.

By dawn, a faint layer of black light had already formed over Su Yue’s Qi Ring—this was the Hell Ring.

From now on, as long as he solo-killed a Fifth-Grade, a Demonic Gu would appear on the Hell Ring.

The Void Space itself wasn’t complicated. When Su Yue used his Qi Blood to touch the Jade Pendant, the pendant directly weathered into powder, merging the space into Su Yue’s body. All he needed was a thought, and the space could open.

Unfortunately, Su Yue couldn’t bear to use it at all.

A pillow-sized storage space had to be used on the knife’s edge.

He turned off his phone and left it in the dorm, then set up a scheduled text message for both Mu Cheng and Sima Lingling.

Around noon today, Mu Cheng and the mentor would receive the message that he’d left Earth, so they wouldn’t worry.

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In front of the hospital.

Yang Lezhi was carrying his Bladeless Greatsword, with a huge backpack slung over one shoulder, fully geared up.

The backpack was big enough to fit a person.

This was his and Yang Lezhi’s plan. It was dumb, but it was all they had.

Su Yue would hide in Yang Lezhi’s backpack, and then during inspection, Yang Lezhi would disguise Su Yue as a batch of combustible wood.

Combustible wood is heavy; a backpack like this weighs about as much as a person, which makes it the perfect cover.

There really were missions in the Wet Realm that involved transporting combustible wood.

Some Martial Artists were stationed in the Wet Realm on long-term missions; they didn’t have time to come back, but couldn’t stand the damp, so they’d hire some low-level Martial Artists to transport combustible wood in.

Of course, this was all work for Martial Artists below Third Grade, and the pay was dirt cheap.

”There’s a breakfast stall. Let’s grab a bite before we go. Once we hit the Wet Realm, we’re gonna be starving.”

Su Yue stared at the boiling wontons, subconsciously swallowing a mouthful of saliva.

Their plan was to take a car to Dongdu City first. The place where Yang Lezhi would be training was in the Eastern Combat Zone, and Su Yue’s destination, Jing Niao City, was also in the Eastern Combat Zone.

Of course, Su Yue hadn’t told Yang Lezhi he was going to Jing Niao City—he just said he was going out to temper himself and practice battle techniques.

Anyway, both of their destinations were in the Eastern Combat Zone.

”Don’t go looking for trouble. You sit down for a meal and end up eating several kilos. Why don’t you carry me instead?”

Yang Lezhi said, exasperated.

Still thinking about breakfast? I’m this close to feeding you laxatives just to get you dehydrated.

Too damn heavy.

I, Yang Lezhi, have actually fallen to the point of transporting combustible wood.

Ah, love.

For Xu Baiyan, what’s a little public humiliation?

”The world’s going downhill!”

Su Yue reluctantly watched the breakfast stall get farther and farther away, then he and Yang Lezhi rented a car and shot onto the highway like the wind.

They reached Dongdu City at around eleven.

Yang Lezhi got hold of a few actual pieces of combustible wood, while Su Yue was already curled up inside the backpack. Above his head and all around him were chunks of combustible wood, so from the outside there was nothing that looked off.

Mission pickup.

Yang Lezhi quickly arrived at the Zhao Qi Corps inspection checkpoint.

”Eh, student Yang Lezhi? You’re our Grand General’s sworn younger brother, how come you’re doing a job like transporting combustible wood?”

During the security check, a Fifth-Grade Commander recognized Yang Lezhi.

Back when they retrieved Lin Dongqi’s corpse, Yang Lezhi had been one of the main forces. A lot of people in the Zhao Qi Corps knew him and were grateful.

Now Zhao Qian’en had already returned to the Zhao Qi Corps to serve as Grand General.

That made Yang Lezhi a connections guy—top-tier, solid connections.

”Just doing a mission, making a bit of pocket money. Mosquito meat is still meat, right?”

Yang Lezhi smiled.

”But this pay is way too low. How about I go talk to the General and get you some higher-paying mission instead?”

The Commander couldn’t bear it.

The story between Xu Baiyan and Yang Lezhi had been all over the Martial Arts Network. Even though Yang Lezhi was just a supporting character, those who knew him still felt a bit of sympathy.

”Please don’t. My oath with my big brother is pure friendship; it’s not about cutting in line.

”Cultivation is my own business. Please don’t trouble my big brother over it. If other Martial Artists find out, it’ll look bad, and it’ll put him in a tough spot.

”Just help me with the inspection, thanks. I’m in a hurry to do the mission!”

Yang Lezhi shook his head with a bitter smile.

Honestly, with a brain-dead guy stuffed in his backpack, he was nervous as hell inside.

Hurry up and check.

”Sigh, I’m ashamed.

”To be honest, there were people who suspected you’d use your relationship with the Grand General to run wild in the Zhao Qi Corps. Didn’t expect you all to know your boundaries this well.

”Whether it’s Bai Xiaolong, Meng Yang, or Su Yue, none of you have ever come to bother the Grand General.

”I respect you all!”

The Commander shook his head.

He really did respect them.

To become sworn brothers with the Grand General and still keep thinking of the General’s position—that’s not easy.

Even though they knew each other, the Commander still carefully checked Yang Lezhi’s identity. Rules were rules.

”It’s just a bag of crappy firewood, what’s there to check? Go on, get moving.”