Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

”Rain, it’s starting to rain!”

The two martial artists at the pinnacle were still questioning Yuan Xingzi when suddenly, a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster exclaimed in shock.

In fact, low-level martial artists near the teahouse had already dispersed. With martial artists at the pinnacle arriving, a fierce battle might erupt, and no one dared to stay and wait for death.

The martial artists coming to Baiheng City are quite shrewd; they understand how frightening the aftermath of battles between powerful individuals can be.

This Sixth-Grade Grandmaster is the owner of the teahouse and a well-respected Qi and Blood Martial Artist in Baiheng City.

”Ah... such pain, I... boo hoo...”

At this moment, a low-level martial artist outside the door let out a miserable howl; the sound was indescribably shrill, like a hungry wolf whose tail had been brutally pulled out.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

At the same time, the teahouse’s roof started leaking raindrops.

Perhaps, it wasn’t raindrops at all.

It was thunder slurry.

Thunder slurry condensed into raindrop shapes.

The teahouse roof is built with a special material that theoretically shouldn’t deteriorate from rainwater for 300 years.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, the roof was already like a sieve, with raindrops initially sporadic now falling densely.

Those falling raindrops seeped into the cracks on the ground and then spread across the surface like accumulated water after a downpour.

”Ah... so painful...”

The Sixth-Grade Grandmaster originally didn’t care about these raindrops, as there wasn’t much thunder slurry inside the teahouse yet, and he could actually avoid it!

But the Grandmaster wanted to see what this stuff was!

He extended his palm to catch two drops of thunder slurry.

Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!

However, the thunder slurry fell onto his palm, and instantly evaporated the Grandmaster’s flesh, leaving his hand looking like a skeletal claw, shocking to behold.

Moreover, the thunder slurry seeped into the palm like a toxin, continuing to spread toward his wrist.

The two martial artists at the pinnacle paused.

They also took two drops of thunder slurry.

Of course, the thunder slurry couldn’t penetrate their flesh, but it still left two shallow marks on their palms.

The pain was sharp, like being pricked by a needle.

It should be known that once at the pinnacle level, it’s almost impossible to get injured.

”Clan Venerable, save me, save my life!”

The Sixth-Grade Grandmaster shouted miserably.

He never expected that, in a matter of seconds, half of his arm would be corroded into bare bones, and crucially, his Grandmaster-level Qi blood couldn’t resist the corrosion of the thunder slurry at all.

Unluckily, the Grandmaster Liu Pin was caught off guard, and a few more drops of thunder slurry fell on his shoulder.

Instantly, the once dignified teahouse owner was screaming like a death row inmate undergoing torture.

Pain, fear, despair.

Various emotions intertwined, and this Grandmaster was almost on the brink of collapse.

He even envisioned the scene of his own death!

Buzz!

The martial artist at the pinnacle shot out a Qi and Blood force that precisely covered the Sixth-Grade’s wound.

Unfortunately, it could only suppress the spread of the thunder slurry, not help the Sixth-Grade recover, and there was a more dire situation.

The teahouse roof had been completely pierced, and as pieces shattered into fragments, it left no shelter above the teahouse.

Though he was a Grandmaster, the thunder slurry fell densely like raindrops, with nowhere to hide.

Terrified, he hurriedly conjured his defensive enchanted weapon.

The inhabitants of Baiheng City from the Yangxiang Race are either rich or noble; they all have something to save themselves.

It’s useless.

Nobody expected that even defensive enchanted weapons, which could withstand attacks from Eighth-Grade martial artists, would be shattered in an instant.

”Save me... Clan Venerable, save me... save my life...”

The haunting screams echoed across the land, and thus, a dignified Sixth-Grade Grandmaster was pummeled into a state of ruin by thunder slurry, ultimately unable to sustain his Qi blood floating in the air, his body dropping straight to the ground.

In truth, compared to the air, the ground was the real hell.

The thunder slurry had formed a layer of accumulated water, and a martial artist couldn’t endure even small raindrop-sized thunder slurry, let alone immersing oneself completely in it.

The two martial artists at the pinnacle were startled.

It’s not that they didn’t attempt to save the Sixth-Grade, it simply didn’t work.

Even for pinnacle-level Qi blood, thunder slurry can slowly seep through; they can only delay its fall, not entirely block it.

”Uh... I don’t want to die...”

”Clan Venerable, save me, Clan Venerable, save my life, I don’t want to... ugh... it hurts so much...”

”Clan Venerable, kill me, I beg you to kill me, I can’t stand it... kill me...”

A few seconds later, a Sixth-Grade with a strong will to survive was already pleading for death.

And his physical body had already turned to grim white bones for the most part, even the majority of internal organs had been evaporated by the thunder slurry.

The ground contained only pure thunder slurry; one could say it was very clean.

Though the Grandmaster’s fate was tragic, surprisingly there was not a single drop of blood.

The power of thunder slurry is so formidable that it can directly evaporate blood.

Boom!

A pinnacle martial artist flicked a finger, instantly killing the Sixth-Grade.

There was no way to survive; better to die peacefully than continue suffering.

Being a Grandmaster, due to his profound Qi blood, he wouldn’t die quickly, so meeting the end ahead of time was a blessing.

”I’ll take a look!”

The Four-armed Race pinnacle martial artist flicked his sleeve, and his body shot up like an arrow.

While the other Yangxiang Race pinnacle martial artist kept watch over Yuan Xingzi, his face dark as night, gritted his teeth:

”Tell me, is this thunderstorm related to you?”

This pinnacle raced downward, gripping Yuan Xingzi’s neck tightly.

”You must be from the Golden Bamboo Cave of the Yangxiang Race, having just reached the pinnacle 17 years ago, making you the youngest pinnacle in the Yangxiang Race!”

Even though Yuan Xingzi’s neck was being squeezed, his face wore that indifferent smile, eerie and sinister.

”I am from the Golden Bamboo Cave. Who exactly are you? What is this thunderstorm about?”

Golden Bamboo Cave gritted his teeth.

Before figuring out the truth, he still couldn’t kill this old beast.

”Seventeen years ago, when you had just broken through to the absolute peak, you killed six Ninth-Grade Martial Artists and thirty-two Eighth-Grade ones from the Shen Zhou Daoist Sect, while you didn’t bother killing the Seventh-Grade ones.

”Do you still remember this Chapter of your past?”

Yuan Xingzi asked calmly, without any emotion in his tone.

”Shen Zhou Daoist Sect?

”Hmph, killing the Wuwen Race is like stepping on ants, I wouldn’t bother remembering such trivial matters!”

Golden Bamboo Cave sneered.

”Relying on your Ninth Grade breakthrough before fully reaching the absolute peak, you committed heinous murders in the Daoist Sect, yet I’ve always kept track of this account.

”Back then, I was the only one who escaped alive!”

Yuan Xingzi’s tone was neither sad nor happy, as if narrating a piece of history to the descendants.

”So it was you, now I remember.”

Golden Bamboo Cave froze for a moment, then suddenly laughed contemptuously.

There was indeed such a Chapter in his past.

”Golden Bamboo Cave, you should have monitored the war between Cang Ji and the Divine Land.

”He originally planned to use the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon to destroy a city in the Divine Land, but I had already adjusted the aiming formation to Baiheng City.

”If you know about the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, you should know what Baiheng City is currently facing.

”The Yangxiang Race dreams of peace among the Eight Races in the Wet Territory, but that’s a fantasy; even Baiheng City, this temporary haven of peace, is not permitted to exist.”

Yuan Xingzi still surveyed Golden Bamboo Cave with eyes seemingly from hell.

”What... Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon... Damn...”

At this moment, Yuan Xingzi’s whole body felt icy cold.

Exactly!

Such chilling cold, almost freezing every pore in his body.

The slaughter of the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, not even those at the absolute peak can block it.

If what this person from the Wuwen Race said is correct, then Baiheng City, aside from the Grandmaster, will be left in ruins.

Damn it.

The monstrous weapon owned by Cang Ji, how could it be manipulated by this old beast?

This worthless thing absolutely deserved to be killed.

...

Looking down from the sky over Baiheng City, one could see warriors rolling around, their screams rising and falling, sending shivers down the spine.

And even more so, all one could see was an endless expanse of white bones.

A significant amount of thunder pulp piled up at the main gate, trapping the warriors inside.

The flourishing Baiheng City had suddenly become a Bone Purgatory.

The first batch of thunder pulp was already ending, and some areas hadn’t been touched by it, so many warriors were spared.

However, those who survived were even more anguished and fearful than those who perished.

In the central heavens, the absolute peaks of all Eight Races had gathered.

After all, Baiheng City was not far from the Eight Races Sacred Land, and the absolute peaks could arrive quickly.

Eight of those at the absolute peak, over thirty Ninth-Grade Martial Artists, along with dozens of Eighth-Grade ones, all stared at the ground in shock.

They had tried hard and strived, but they simply couldn’t block the thunder pulp.

This catastrophe came too suddenly, nobody foresaw it.

With countless buildings collapsed, from the sky, the ground of Baiheng City was now covered by a layer of eerie patterns.

”What exactly is going on here!”

Qingchudong had just rushed over from the Sacred Land, his body was numb from the shock.

”It’s the Thunder Race’s Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon.

”Qingchudong, answer everyone, why did the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon originally meant for Earth end up at Baiheng City!”

The Steel Bone Race’s absolute peak gnashed his teeth.

The Steel Bone Race was already at odds with the Yangxiang Race, and now he suspected the Yangxiang Race of undermining the other seven races.

Keep in mind, the warriors qualified to live in Baiheng City are either rich or noble, mostly descendants of absolute peaks and Ninth-Grades.

A city, more than half instantly dead, this is practically stripping their skin.

Cang Ji attacking the Divine Land, and the Yangxiang Race had just been boasting about the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, as such all Eight Races’ absolute peaks were aware.

Moreover, the Yangxiang Race loved to show off; Qingchudong even invited strong men from the Eight Races to witness Cang Ji annihilating the Divine Land.

Cang Ji flipped.

But unexpectedly, that beast Cang Ji even harmed Baiheng City.

Though the warriors here weren’t that powerful, they were a group capable of influencing the stability of the Eight Races.

”Qingchudong, give us an explanation!”

The Palm Eye Race’s absolute peak also looked furious.

Ying Guanming was just killed by a Divine Land Martial Artist, if it wasn’t for Cang Ji’s coaxing, he wouldn’t have gotten involved.

The cunning Yangxiang Race, they’ve never had good intentions.

”It’s Shen Zhou’s conspiracy, the beast infiltrated Baiheng City ahead of time; he altered the aiming formation of Cang Ji.

”The spiritual cannon projectile originally destined for the Divine Land now descends upon Baiheng City.

”Don’t be fooled, Divine Land is insidious, aiming to incite hatred among the Eight Races.”

At this moment, Golden Bamboo Cave was clutching at Yuan Xingzi’s neck and hurriedly soared into the void.

He had to give the absolute peaks an explanation, otherwise, he would incite a war.

If it weren’t for internal strife among the Eight Races, Earth would have long been occupied by the Yangxiang Race.

”I’ll order Cang Ji to stop firing immediately!”

Qingchudong clenched his fists tightly.

No wonder.

No wonder that beast Yuan Longhan was fearless.

Turns out he had long plotted against Cang Ji.

That fool Cang Ji has utterly wrecked the Yangxiang Race!

”Haha, no chance.

”Once Cang Ji activates the Extreme Dao Spiritual Cannon, the remaining two times are beyond his control!”

Yuan Xingzi raised his head.

Though he was being grasped by the neck, breathing his last, his words were clear, and his pupils were bright and determined.