Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

The fate of the black-armored warrior was destined to be tragic; he worked hard for a lifetime, only to end up making a wedding garment for others.

And he was helping his enemies throughout the whole process.

A man of bitter fate.

Although he obtained the wooden parrot and the chance of a lifetime, he never imagined his ancestors had deceived him.

The Yangxiang Race actually had a millennial calamity.

The black-armored warrior was striving for the ultimate opportunity.

Yet the master of the wooden parrot, Bijie Cave, had been plotting to drag the Celestial Saint of the Yangxiang Race down for over 800 years.

Ultimately, it was due to the black-armored warrior’s limited perspective.

He thought his enemy was at the peak, but who would have thought that the opponent didn’t even consider the peak as significant?

A bit pitiful.

And Su Yue felt particularly shocked inside.

The inglorious history of the Yangxiang Race was indeed somewhat fascinating.

A millennial calamity leading to fratricidal enmity.

Unexpectedly, he, a genuine human, became a major villain stealing the victorious fruits of the Yangxiang Race.

Villain!

Su Yue felt an inexplicable expectation deep inside.

It’s just that he wasn’t sure who the Yingjie Saint Son of the Yangxiang Race was, nor how he could snatch the opportunities of the Saint Son.

As for the mysteries that shouldn’t be revealed, Su Yue had no way around them.

Even though he wished to disclose some, to quickly discuss with his father and Marshal Yuan Longhan.

But Su Yue felt that this old villain from 800 years ago wasn’t joking with him.

The situation with the Thunder Race was likely true; from the record’s inception, Earth’s enemies were the Eight Races of the Wet Realm, and when the Wet Realm invaded Earth, the Thunder Race was already annihilated.

To annihilate a race, only united efforts from the other eight races could accomplish this.

During the initial invasion of Earth by the Wet Realm, the Yangxiang Race was indeed the strongest, even the leader among the Eight Races.

The downfall of the Yangxiang Race began when they occupied Earth massively, resulting in mutual destruction with more than half the Earthlings using thermal weapons. Of course, at that time, the Yangxiang Race was arrogant; while occupying Earth, they left their defense forces in the Eight Races Sacred Land weak, allowing the other seven races to infiltrate and attack from behind.

Beset by internal and external troubles, the Yangxiang Race couldn’t recover.

Given Earth’s current strength, even without thermal weapons, they could guard the Wet Ghost Tower, while weaker countries could seek aid from stronger ones.

While the Yangxiang Race was greatly injured and lost their leadership status, it’s undeniable that their heritage and chaotic magical devices remained abundant, unmatched by the other seven Grandmasters.

According to the millennial calamity prophecy, there seemed to be a shred of logic, with the Yangxiang Race having an enigmatic obsession with occupying Earth.

But Earth’s martial artists grew increasingly powerful, an undeniable fact.

The Yangxiang Race had never considered relinquishing or reconciling.

This mindset was truly puzzling.

The key is that Earth’s martial artists grow stronger and younger with each generation, particularly in Su Jianjun’s generation, where the latest serpent youth serum from the government ensures they’re even more exceptional than the current group.

Within seven or eight years, Su Jianjun’s generation of martial artists will rise, while the current generation theoretically becomes the mainstay.

Analyzing this pace, Su Yue feels anxious for the Yangxiang Race.

Being human, he didn’t realize how formidable the Divine Land is, always feeling it’s insufficient.

But focusing on the Yangxiang Race, especially the young ones, calling Earth martial artists as Outer Realm Demons seems normal.

Earthlings are indeed martial artists from another realm.

In the minds of this generation of young Yangxiang Race, to breach a Wet Ghost Tower requires countless tribal lives, mostly ending in failure.

Occupying Earth is just a legend of antiquity.

Yet as Earth’s martial artists gradually advance into the Wet Realm, the Yangxiang Race’s activities face encroachment.

When the Divine Land grows further strong, they will surely attack the Yangxiang Race’s cities proactively.

Due to human constraints, the Yangxiang Race consistently struggles against the other seven races.

Outer Realm Demons are the culprits.

If Yuan Xingzi and his elder sister’s plan succeeds this time, and the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon is used to flatten a major city of the Yangxiang Race, causing millions of martial artist deaths.

Terrifying!

By then, Earth’s martial artist identity will instantly transform into invaders, becoming demons.

The handsome label of Outer Realm Demons is destined not to be removed.

Maybe in the future, when the Yangxiang Race lulls children to sleep, they might say: If you keep making noise, you’ll be fed to the Outer Realm Demons.

Thinking about it is quite thrilling!

”What a pity, the old man didn’t have the Thousand-Year World-Viewing Coffin, so I can only live 200 years, but I haven’t even seen what Outer Realm Demon looks like!

”It’s my lifelong regret. If you juniors have seen the Outer Realm Demon, maybe you can take an extra look for me!”

Su Yue was given ten seconds to absorb the message, and then Bijie Cave’s voice resonated again in the void.

Sigh.

What are you looking at? This handsome face, I look at it in the mirror daily, after so many years, though flawless from every angle, admittedly a bit worn out.

If you want to see Outer Realm Demons, you should turn your head.

They’re right there in front of you.

Forget it, as an exceptional Outer Realm Demon, I shall fulfill the Yangxiang Race’s expectations, unleashing the inherent nature of chaotic demons to the fullest.

Extinct the Yangxiang Race entirely, and my human race lives up to the title.

Su Yue sighed, then shook his head.

Life is unpredictable.

If the Yangxiang Race’s ancestors knew you were nurturing demons here, you’d need to atone in hell.